All Chapters of The Scarred Mate He Never Loved: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

RitaPlan B was a little tricky, just like Kate had warned. My eyes were wider than intended and my heart was pounding nervously in my chest when Kate leaned in to whisper every step of the plan along the way.I was blown away, to say the least. She was a genius. But even then, I could see the reason behind her warning. If I had the chance to choose, I would stick to Plan A. At least that way I wouldn't have to exert so much pressure just to achieve the same end result.Without thinking, I pulled Kate into a tight, grateful hug, my hand rubbing the small of her back gently.“How do I ever repay you for everything you've done?” My voice trembled, thick with emotion. I was already close to tears, drowning in feelings I could barely keep contained. “I've never had anyone look out for me like this… not even once. Not even my own family.”Kate simply shrugged as if it were nothing.“There you go again,” she said lightly. “And yes, I helped you because you deserve it. You deserve even more

MarvinIt took me days locked up, absent from the entire world, absent from the pack and the elders who had suggested I either abide by their judgment or bid my position goodbye, because they couldn't risk the consequences of burying her in the packlands over mere feelings.I can't contact my dad. I'm still pissed with him. I can't contact my wolf, Kendrick. He's still upset with me. And I can't allow Renz access to me. The dude knows me in and out, and I can't see myself letting off those loads on him heavier than what he already bore.In these two days, I came to realize one thing, among which was part of Sir Raymond's and Renz's words.As much as it stings to accept, it's still the truth.Becky is gone.And there is absolutely nothing I can do about it.My brokenness, my grief, my heaviness, none of it can bring her back. None of it can return the happiness we once shared or the perfect future we had planned together.But that future is something I would have to create to honor her

Alpha NoxIt had been a few days since the scout reported his initial findings. I had tasked him with keeping a closer eye on Marvin’s supposed mate and monitoring every movement, every action.I hadn’t heard from him yet, but Pascal assured me the scout was at it and would deliver as expected. I don’t put all my eggs in one basket, no matter how confident I feel, and that being said, I was also strategizing on my own.I could almost taste the aftermath of my plans, the chaos that would follow, but I wasn’t ready to outline them yet. Years of careful preparation had brought me here. What else could one expect from meticulous planning?I was in my office, going through my usual activities, when Pascal appeared again, for the unteenth time in less than twenty-four hours. He knew well how much I despised distractions, how far I could tolerate them, only this time, he carried something important: news about the warriors and their readiness to launch. He also brought updates on the other p

“Alpha Marvin…” Ronata’s voice slithered through the dimly lit room, low yet commanding, as her figure moved with eerie grace toward me. “What brings you here?”She was a petite woman in her mid-forties, perhaps the same age as my mum, yet there was something ageless about her presence. Her red hair flowed down her shoulders, streaked with strands of grey that whispered of time rather than weakness. A long white gown draped over her frame, marked with scattered dark spots that almost seemed intentional, symbolic. In her hand, she held a staff, using it as a slight aid, but nothing about her felt fragile.Something didn’t add up.Not with her age. Not with her aura. Not with this place.But that wasn’t why I was here.“I want to know what this is all about,” I said, pulling the feather from my pants pocket. Carefully, I unwrapped it from the white cloth and extended it toward her, my fingers tightening slightly as though reluctant to let go.She said nothing.Her gaze locked onto it, s

MarvinI wasn’t supposed to hesitate, at least not with her. Not after everything.Yet the moment I looked into her eyes, something twisted inside me, something sharp, unfamiliar… dangerous. It flickered there, buried deep within her gaze. Fragile. Real.And I hated it, and I knew it wasn't real.It couldn’t be.I told myself that It had to be another trick. Another carefully woven manipulation meant to weaken me, to make me question what I already knew. Still… I crouched in front of her.Calm. Controlled. Measured.“Admit it,” I said quietly, though the command burned in my throat. “Admit to your crimes.”And I meant every bit of my words. If she admitted to her crimes, I would make sure the punishment was mild and nothing she wouldn't endure.In my opinion, I shouldn't be having this conversation with her. She was guilty of the crimes, and manipulating a bond the moon had not orchestrated to give her was one heck of a step to take.I clenched my jaw.No.I already knew the truth. Ro