All Chapters of Scarred Under Moonlight: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The silence that followed their cry of “MATE!” was crushing.Sebastian’s hand trembled on the door handle. Inside him, his wolf growled impatiently. Open it now! Don’t hesitate. Our mate is in there!Before he could think, his wolf surged forward, flooding him with strength. The handle twisted under his grip, the door shoved wide. Caius moved in instantly, staying close, eyes sharp, his wolf pacing with unease.The scent hit them like a storm sweet, intoxicating, undeniable. Both wolves growled low, claws itching beneath their skin. But instead of the radiant face of a fated mate, they were met by the sound of quiet, broken sobbing.A maid sat crumpled by the bed, tears streaming, clutching a piece of fabric in shaking hands.Sebastian froze. Caius stiffened.“This… can’t be right,” Sebastian whispered. His wolf snarled in frustration. She’s here. I feel her! Why isn’t she standing before us? Why a stranger?Caius’s wolf rumbled suspiciously. The scent is real. But why does it cling t

The night air was thick with silence, the kind that pressed against their skin and made every breath sound too loud. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying scents of pine and distant rain. Aria clutched Elora’s hand tightly as they stepped past the pack’s border the line that separated everything they had ever known from the wild unknown. Their hearts raced, every step echoing with fear and determination.Neither of them dared to look back.For a moment, freedom didn’t feel real. The cool air brushed their cheeks, and both exhaled shakily as if the forest had finally permitted them to breathe. “We did it,” Elora whispered, her voice trembling with disbelief. Aria nodded silently, though her chest ached with the weight of what they’d left behind.But freedom, they soon realized, came with uncertainty.“Which way now?” Elora asked quietly, her eyes darting through the dense forest that stretched endlessly around them. The moon hung high, glowing softly above the treetops. Aria

From the corner of his eyes, Sebastian saw Caius close his eyes, his expression unreadable as the night wind brushed past them. He looked calm on the surface, but Sebastian could feel the tension rolling off him like a storm waiting for permission to break.Sebastian didn’t need to ask what was wrong; he already knew. They had both caught the same scent in the room. A scent that lingered even now, clinging faintly to their memories and refusing to let go. But it wasn’t just him who felt it. Caius had gone rigid the moment it drifted by. That realization alone had left Sebastian more uneasy than he wanted to admit.As they made their way down the narrow forest path, the silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating. Sebastian could almost hear the wild rhythm of his own heartbeat.“She’s ours,” his wolf’s voice echoed inside him, low and certain. “I can still feel her presence in my chest.”Sebastian inhaled sharply, struggling to steady himself. “You don’t know that.”“I do.

“Maids!”Sebastian’s voice thundered through the corridors of Blackthorn Palace, echoing with power that sent every servant scurrying in panic. The command rolled through the hall like a growl from the Moon herself. Within seconds, maids rushed in, their heads bowed low, afraid to meet his burning eyes.Caius and Elora stood frozen in the middle of the chaos, their gazes locked on each other. Neither spoke, but something electric passed between them a connection that neither of them could deny.Then, almost under his breath, Caius whispered, “Mate.”The word left his lips like a breath of revelation. Realization struck him so hard that his chest tightened. The confusion from days ago finally lifted. Sebastian and he hadn’t shared the same mate. The two scents they had picked up in Aria’s room back at Silverfang weren’t identical after all.Relief washed through him like cool rain after a drought. For the first time in days, his heart didn’t feel like it was being torn apart.Elora bl

The room smelled of fear and guilt, but beneath it lay a new scent of shame, raw and sharp, hanging like a visible thing between them. Faces blurred at the edges of Sebastian’s vision as if the world had become water and he were sinking through it. He could feel each breath in the room, hear each shallow exhale as if it were his own.Aria watched him with a look that was neither accusation nor pity. It was something worse a recognition that who he was and what he had done could not be separated. She did not vomit words of hatred. She lay on the bed, clutching the blanket around her like a shield.Sebastian wanted to kneel. He wanted to tear his chest open and drag the guilt out with his hands. Instead, he stood, because his feet remembered rank and his body remembered the solidity of authority. His voice when he found it came out raw and too loud in the hush.“It was me.” The memory came back not as a memory but as a second present: the scent of her like moonlight poured into his hea