Lahat ng Kabanata ng Scarred by fate : Kabanata 241 - Kabanata 250

Zahra's POVI walk out to the bedroom, and Aiden stands there in a charcoal suit, his crisp white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, no tie in sight. He pivots toward me, and his mouth drops.“Zahra, you look…”“Close your mouth, brother, or something will fly in,” Alice scolds, crossing her arms. “Doesn’t she look amazeballs?” I blush at her words, rolling my eyes, but the rush of warmth in my chest feels pretty great. Aiden still looks half-stunned, but he recovers enough to flash me a broad smile. Extending his arm, he nods for me to take it.“Come on, let’s get this show on the road,” he groans in mock exasperation. “I’ll be busy fighting for your honour all night.”I let out a short laugh as he leads me out of the room. We pass Uncle N

Xander's POVI blink like an idiot for half a second, trying to reconcile the girl I see with the girl I know. The dress hugs her curves in a way that should be illegal. I swear she grew overnight. Her skin glows in the golden light, the navy satin clinging to her waist and hips perfectly, while the silver streak catches every flicker of light like liquid moonlight. Whatever Alice did around her eyes, it makes those sapphire-blue irises shine like cut gemstones. And her hair. Goddess above, her hair falls in loose curls over one shoulder, looking like it belongs in a damn magazine.I am frozen for a beat too long. My jaw actually clenches as Tobias moves first, his face lighting up as he strides toward her. He leans in to speak quietly, grinning like an idiot, and something hot flares in my stomach. Not anger, exactly, but something sharp. Jealousy. I grit my teeth as my feet move of their own accord, needing to be closer to her. My wolf, Atlas, growls impatiently in my head.Zach bea

Zahra's POVThe air shifts like he just dropped a live grenade into the middle of the room. Isaac and Jackson stare, both visibly blindsided. My own jaw slackens in disbelief. I am not sure my brain fully processes what he has just suggested. This is unheard of. Ranked positions passed outside the primary bloodlines? Without a direct challenge? It goes against everything we are taught about pack structure. My mind scrambles to catch up, but Tobias continues, unbothered by the shock surrounding him.“We’ve reviewed your files and genealogies.” His voice is smooth, steady, completely in control. “You both descend from some of the strongest and oldest lines in any of the packs. You are formidable and would make excellent ranked members. Moreover, you’re the same age as Lincoln and Sam. If you’re interested, we’d like to invite you to join us for the remainder of the summer camp, to see if you get along and determine whether you can envision yourselves working together.”The silence that

Tobias's POVWhen I wake in the morning, I lie still for a moment, letting my mind settle. The light in the room is soft, muted by the thick curtains drawn over the windows. The silence feels heavier after last night, but not unpleasant.I reach for my new connection to Zahra. The one I have yet to explain or fully understand.She feels content. Calm. I get the sense she is already awake, probably getting herself ready for the day. The quiet hum of her steady emotions grounds me. I allow myself a small exhale of relief before dragging myself out of bed.The shower helps. The hot water scalds away the lingering haze from last night's wine and whiskey. It takes a lot to get me drunk, but I had enough to leave me buzzed, just foggy enough that I appreciate the sharp clarity returning as the steam fills the space.Once I am

Zahra's POVThe clearing is quiet except for the whisper of wind through the trees and the low hum of tension hanging in the air like static.Edwardo stands beside me, arms folded, his eyes on the three warriors stepping into position at the centre of the ring.“Right then, Zahra. After how well you did yesterday, fighting two-on-one, we’re going to see how you handle three. But we’re going to mix things up a little. I want to see how well you can flow between forms during a fight. Henry, Montague, and Anderson are going to demonstrate for us.” He gestures toward the two giants flanking Henry.I recognize them immediately — the two Elites who approached me that first day inside the training centre. They looked massive then. somehow now they are outside they look even bigger. Monta