บททั้งหมดของ Scarred By The Moon: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Alaina The moment he let go of me, the tension in his grip lingered on my skin like a burn. He looked uncertain, even reluctant, before finally backing off and disappearing into the shadows. I stood there, rooted for a second, stunned that anyone would actually try to harm another during a game this deadly. I hadn’t entered the competition to be handled like a fragile token. I came to prove myself to Adrian, yes, but also to myself. And maybe, deep down, to show Cole that I wasn’t just another weak link to be brushed aside. “Relax…” the hunter mumbled as he retreated, brushing past the underbrush as if nothing had happened. I flexed my limbs, rolling my shoulders and stretching my neck as I tried to push the unease from my body. The weight of that moment hadn’t quite left me when I heard Adrian’s voice. “You alright?”

I returned to the Grand Meadow venue still gripping the rogue’s severed head, its weight a grotesque reminder of what had just transpired. The moment I stepped into view, the crowd froze. Confusion rippled across most of their faces, but then, like a spark igniting dry leaves, The Blackwood Pack erupted into wild celebration. Cheers erupted from every direction, echoing across the open field with thunderous pride.But I couldn’t feel any of it.I stood at the center of their praise, hollow and numb. The head in my hands felt unreal, like a prop from a nightmare I hadn’t yet awakened from. Everyone else saw triumph, but all I felt was the phantom touch of the rogue’s claws, the coppery scent of blood, and the roar of survival thundering in my ears.On the main stage, Jayson stared down at me with an unreadable look, but it quickly twisted into scorn.“Well, would you look at that,” he drawled. “Some random girl did it.” His mocking laughter fo

Cole"Alaina catches the most dangerous rogue..." The words tasted like venom on my tongue as I paced across the room, my hand pressed tightly against my forehead. Frustration built like a fire in my chest. I could feel the blood pounding in my ears, a steady reminder of the humiliation I couldn’t shake off.Freya stood by the edge of the window, her posture tense as she tried to calm me down. Her voice was soft, almost pleading. "You need to breathe, Cole. She's not that successful..."I spun around sharply. "I’m dead to my father!" I hissed, my voice rising. "You don’t get it, Freya. He’s going to think I’m weak. He’ll twist it all, like I let her outshine me, like I gave her the spotlight just to spite him."I clenched my jaw and stared out the window, fists tight at my sides. The image of Alaina standing victorious, cheered by the very wolves who once doubted her, made my skin crawl.Freya stepped closer, her hands gently cupping

AdrianThe Blackwood Pack’s den throbbed with energy, a constant flow of letters pouring in from another pack. Each one echoed with curiosity and concern—questions about Alaina Mayers. Who was she, really? What did she mean to us?The parchment messages piled high on my desk, ink still fresh, each sentence feeding the growing storm of speculation among the wolves. Her name carried weight now. It stirred both reverence and unease. Even in the privacy of my thoughts, I couldn’t escape the fascination she stirred within me.Alaina had always been hard to read—quiet, composed, yet deeply enigmatic. I used to summon her with a snap of my fingers, treating her like an afterthought. A beautiful distraction, nothing more. Or so I told myself. But even then, there had been something beneath the surface—something elusive that refused to let me forget her.When she earned a new rank in the pack, it caught everyone’s attention. The title itself wasn’t im

Alaina I had looked forward to having a sincere, uninterrupted conversation with Adrian—one where we could speak openly about the growing concerns surrounding the pack. Earlier, we were supposed to have that discussion. It was meant to be serious, strategic, necessary. But instead, he chose flirtation and teasing, pulling me away from the purpose I had tried so hard to focus on. Now that I’ve completed my duties, my only wish is for him to listen, to stand beside me as a leader, and help uncover the darkness threatening the very foundation of his people. But fate has a cruel way of answering hope. As I approach, I see him. He's not waiting with open ears or a thoughtful gaze. He's kissing an omega. It’s not the kiss that crushes me, not entirely. It’s the fact that this has become a pattern. His charm, his allure, his flirtations—they’re always just beneath the surface, ready to erupt and derail everything. And y