บททั้งหมดของ Scarred by fate : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Zahra's POVWe hurry down the familiar trail that leads to the waterfall, our feet crunching over the leaves and gravel. The moment we reach our rock, Seb wastes no time. He sits down and pulls me with him, positioning me between his legs, my back resting against his solid chest. His arms wrap around me, strong and warm, as he places his chin on my shoulder and lets out a content sigh.The quietness of the place seeps into us, the gentle sound of the waterfall in the background, the breeze rustling the leaves overhead. It's peaceful, serene—like we’ve escaped the world for a little while. I feel so utterly happy, content in his arms. For once, my mind is calm, and the chaos of the week fades away. Neither of us says a word, both of us just soaking in the moment, lost in the stillness and each other.Seb’s fingers start to trace small circles on my arm, the warmth of his touch sending little shivers through me. He’s been quiet, but I can feel the shift in his energy. His breathing has

Zahra's POVAs soon as Delta Greg dismisses the group, Abby and Sienna charge at me like a pair of overenthusiastic puppies, practically tackling me to the ground. They’re both shrieking and squeezing the air out of my lungs! In my mind, Zanthe dramatically buries her head under her paws, trying to block out the ear-splitting shrillness."Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down, girls!" Zach, surprisingly, comes to my rescue. I guess he has his uses sometimes, after all.“Sorry, we just missed you!” Abby gushes as they pull back, leaving me covered in mud as well.Fantastic. Just what I needed, I think sarcastically, trying not to glare at the two of them.Abby opens her mouth, probably to start rapid-firing questions at me, but then she freezes, eyes wide as she stares over my shoulder. Before I can turn to figure out what’s got her acting like a deer in headlights, I feel warm, muscled arms slide around my waist, and the familiar scent of smoke, earth, and grapefruit invades my senses."Hey, ba

Xander's POVThe guys and I trudge back to the house in complete silence. Today’s training session was brutal. Delta Greg really pushed us, hard. And considering none of us are used to these early morning sessions, we’re all absolutely knackered. My body feels heavy, weighed down by the mud and exhaustion clinging to every muscle. I can’t wait to get in the shower. This mud stinks, and now that it’s drying, my skin is itching like crazy.We slip through the mudroom door, and the second we’re inside, it’s a silent agreement—we strip down to our boxers, tossing our filthy gear into the laundry basket. No one says a word, the irritation and fatigue hanging in the air between us, thick and palpable. I can feel it from them, seeping into me. It’s not just from training; there’s something else fuelling this brooding tension.Zahra… and Sebastian.When Zahra introduced Sebastian as her boyfriend to her friends earlier, it hit me like a punch to the gut. We were all of one mind—furious. I kno

Xander's POVI should be focusing on Seb, listening to his plan, but I can’t tear my eyes away from Christine and Bianca. They lean into each other, whispering like high school gossip queens instead of paying attention. What the hell are they even talking about? This is a pack meeting, not a slumber party. I cock an eyebrow, silently daring them to knock it off and actually behave like the future leaders they’re supposed to be.But of course, Christine has to push it further. She lets out another shrill giggle, completely interrupting Sebastian this time, and turns to look directly at me, her eyes gleaming with something I can’t quite place, but whatever it is, it’s enough to make my hackles rise.What is she playing at?"Is there something you'd like to share with the group, Christine?" I hear myself say, my voice dripp

 Xander's POVI’m too surprised to resist him. If I’m honest with myself, I don’t want to resist… He leans against the door, staring at me, his chest rising and falling a little faster than usual. His eyes are filled with a mix of frustration and something deeper, something that stirs a heat inside me that I don’t quite know how to handle.“I hate this,” he whispers, his voice rough with emotion. “I want you, need you all the time, and I can’t even touch you in front of the others. And now with this stupid rule, we’ll lose our titles if we do anything!”The desperation in his voice cuts through me, and I can’t bear to look at him anymore. My eyes drop to the floor as I lean back against the billiards table, crossing my arms over my chest like it’ll stop the gaping hole