All Chapters of Scarred by fate : Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

Xander's POV 🌶️The buzzing of a phone drags me out of the fog of sleep, and I blink groggily, my body still pressed tightly against Max. My chest moulds to his back, his skin warm and smooth under my arm. His slow, rhythmic breathing tells me he’s still deep in sleep, blissfully unaware. I glance over my shoulder, but my phone is off and charging on the nightstand—his phone must be the culprit. I shift slightly, and that’s when I feel it. My body is more than awake, my cock hard and pressing insistently against the curve of his lower back.Max lets out a faint groan, shifting just enough to press back into me. The friction sends a jolt of electricity straight through me, and I can’t help the soft moan that escapes my lips. My breath hitches, and he moves again, this time more deliberately, pressing his ass against my arousal. Damn, that feels good. He’s awake now—I can feel it in the way his body tenses slightly, then relaxes, giving in to the sensation, his breathing and heart rate

Xander's POVI head out to drive over to Silver dawn.Dad’s ahead of me in his truck, but I take my SUV so I can head home tonight — or maybe tomorrow morning if Max wants me to stay. We haven’t talked about that yet, but gods, I hope he wants me to.The Pack House is chaos when I pull up. People are everywhere, darting in and out of the house and gardens, scrambling to finish preparations even though the party kicks off in half an hour. I follow Dad inside and up the stairs to the Alpha’s office.“Xander, Uncle Lucas — you’re early?!” Seb’s voice calls from the landing above us. He’s got Rebecca pressed against him, her back to the banister. He jogs down to greet us, leaving her behind.

Xander's POV 🌶️🌶️I feel max’s smile against my lips, his sinfully sexy voice, sends a shiver down my spine as he murmurs “You’re insatiable,” as he grabs my cock in his large hand, squeezing it roughly, “luckily, so am I!” and he pumps it up and down. My hunger is back with full force, I push him till his legs touch the edge of the bed and then I spin him around. He lets out a surprised chuckle. I press myself to his back, my cock nestles between his butt cheeks, My fingers trail down his chest, over the hard planes of his abs, and I feel him shudder beneath my touch. His cock is already hardening again, thick and ready, and a surge of desire floods me. I grab the lube with one hand, and squirt some on my fingers, my cock and then rub some against his shaft as well.Then I press him forwards, so his chest hits the mattress, grabbing his hips I lift them slightly higher and fuck me, He’s a vision like this—his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, his ass high and ready f

Xander's POVMy vision blurs. The air splits with two howls, a long, broken, mournful note. One after the other, blending together, a harmony of misery.Seb, and Uncle Drew.The sound chills me to the marrow. Its the kind of agony that isn’t just heard, it’s felt. Every wolf freezes for half a heartbeat. Max staggers beside me as the bond to his Luna snaps. Around us, every Silver Dawn warrior falters, some nearly dropping where they stand. The heart of their pack has just been snuffed out.I scan the battlefield, frantic. Then I see him. Sphinx!He stumbles upright, then launches forward. He’s not fighting anymore. He’s destroying. A whirlwind of teeth and fury, blood caking his muzzle, eyes blazing feral. He’s gone berserk, tearing through rogues with a savagery I’ve never seen from him before. His unit try to cover him, but he breaks through their line, chasing the rogues too far, too fast.Medus surges away from me, toward his Alpha, desperate to protect him. To be beside him in h

Max's POVThe packhouse feels hollow. Black ribbons hang from banisters. Voices stay low, as if volume might break something that is already cracked. We lost nearly two hundred. Everyone here can name at least one of them.I take a coffee and a muffin from the dining hall because that is what a functioning person does. The coffee tastes burnt. The muffin turns to paste after two bites. I toss the rest and climb to my father’s old office. It is mine now, apparently. The title sits in the room like an unwelcome guest.I work because work is something I can control. Eli’s rotation notes. Ralph’s border reports. I sign where I have to and flag what I cannot decide yet. My phone buzzes beside my elbow. Tobias: I will not ask how you are. I am sure the answer is o