All Chapters of Scarred by fate : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Xander's POV 🌶️We head inside, up to my floor. The house is still, no one’s stirring yet. I can hear the slow, steady breathing and heartbeats coming from Zach and Oscar’s rooms. Eliot must’ve stayed out last night. Typical. I lead Max into my room, my steps quiet on the wooden floor.Part of me considers showing him to one of the guest rooms, but... I don’t want to be apart from him. Not yet.I head straight for my ensuite bathroom, turning on the shower. The sound of water hitting tile fills the small space, and I turn around to face Max. He’s standing in the doorway, watching me. His expression is hard to read—like he’s waiting for something, uncertain.What’s going through his mind? I hesitate for a second, wondering if maybe he's waiting for me to make the next move.I struggle to find the right words, so instead, I let my actions speak. I drop my shorts and toss them into the laundry hamper, stepping under the flow of hot water. The heat hits my skin, soothing the chill from th

Zahra's POVThe soft glow of early morning light streams through the curtains, warming my face and gently pulling me from sleep. I blink lazily, letting the sense of peace settle over me. It's strange, I can’t remember the last time I felt this rested. Probably never. I stretch out in bed, still getting used to the unfamiliar comfort beneath me. This isn’t my old thin mattress on wooden boards, that’s for sure. Between napping every afternoon and sleeping in what feels like the world’s softest bed, it’s no wonder I feel this good. I smile to myself. And for once, I’m not spending every available hour training or working, or feeling like an anxious mess in my own home. This leisure time is... different. Relaxing. I’m almost embarrassed at how much my body and mind are enjoying it.The view from my window is serene; the Blood Moon pack grounds sprawling out beneath the soft dawn light, the lake shimmering peacefully in the distance. It’s beautiful. For the first time in a long while, my

Zahra's POVAfter their stretches, they begin, and I can’t tear my eyes away. I love seeing how each warrior handles the challenge. The course is a real equalizer; it doesn’t just reward brute strength but demands balance, agility, and a sharp mind. A lot of warriors who usually dominate training are humbled when they get out here. It’s not just about power, it’s about coordination and thinking two steps ahead. You can always tell who neglects the other half of their training. I’m expecting Eliot to excel here, it will be good to see how they all fair.Xander leads them off, as the future Alpha, it’s his job to set the standard, and I’m mesmerized watching him. The way his muscles ripple as he pulls himself up the rope climb; he moves with more agility than someone his size should. I always knew Xander was strong, but I didn’t realize just how well-rounded he was. All the guys do well, but Zach and Eliot are definitely slower, their hangovers written all over their faces. At one point

Zahra's POVI’m not really sure how she does it, but in the roughly fifteen minutes it takes the boys to all shower, change, and get back downstairs, Allison has whipped up another batch of French toast, bacon, fruit, scrambled eggs, toast, coffee, and orange juice. I helped, but honestly, I feel completely inadequate compared to this domestic goddess of a woman.The island is laid out with enough food to feed at least twenty people, and as the boys start to filter back into the room, I hear all their stomachs grumble in unison. The room smells heavenly now—vanilla and cinnamon from the French toast mixed with the salty, savoury bacon—and my mouth waters despite the fact I already had breakfast.“Dig in, boys. Don’t let it get cold,” Luna Allison says, waving them toward the spread. Without hesitation, they all pile their plates high and head out through the open patio doors to the outdoor table. It’s a beautiful sunny spring morning, and the light breeze carries the scent of fresh gr

Zahra's POVThe fluttering in my stomach intensifies. How does he do that? "I’ve got some advanced math to finish and a history paper due next week," I reply, my voice a little too breathy.Seb flashes me a grin. "Sounds heavy. We should get started." He stands up, offering his hand to pull me up.Just as I reach for his hand, Xander’s voice cuts through my Seb-induced haze. "Great idea," he says, his tone casual but with a hint of mischief. "We’ve all got work to finish. Let’s head to the dining room again."I barely suppress an eye-roll. Fantastic. I had really hoped to get some alone time with Seb again. From the look on his face, he was thinking the same thing. "But… I really think Seb and I should head upstairs..." My voice trails off as my face heats up, unable to finish the sentence in front of everyone."I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to have boys in your room, Zahra," Zach, my suddenly overbearing and bossy brother, decides to butt in. What the hell? Fucking hypocrite