All Chapters of The Alpha King's Scarred Third Mate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Thalira's POV:I spent weeks preparing for the Red Moon Rite — the sacred night I was supposed to meet my fated mate. Instead, my sister destroyed my face before I ever got the chance.****A soft knock echoed through my room just as I slipped beneath my blankets. My brows knitted into a deep frown.Who could it be?The Red Moon Rite was only two weeks away, and every unmated She-wolf in the pack had been ordered to sleep early, eat well, and prepare herself for the night she might finally meet her fated mate.And so I have been abiding by these rules, preparing for Giovanni.I pushed myself off the bed and walked towards the door.The moment I pulled it open, strands of wild red hair and bright green eyes greeted me."Lora," I muttered in surprise before leaning into the hallway to see if anyone else was awake. "Why aren't you sleeping?"She shrugged casually. "I made pizza egg rolls and didn't want to eat alone," she said softly. "Want to join me?"A small laugh escaped my lips be

Thalira's POV:It's been seven days since I got back from the Pack's clinic.The mirror stayed covered for those three days.I noticed it immediately the moment I got back from the hospital. White cloth draped over the vanity beside my bed, hiding my reflection completely.As if not seeing my reflection would somehow make this easier. I wasn't brave enough to check my phone camera either.No one spoke about my face anymore.After that day in the hospital, the entire incident became something everyone carefully avoided.Not Mother, not Father, not even Lyander.Lora on the other hand seemed to enjoy every second of it. Whenever no one was looking, she would smirk at me mockingly or stick her tongue out like we were children again.The maids looked at me differently now, pitifully. And somehow, that hurt more than disgust.I didn't want to be pitied. I didn't want to suddenly be treated like an incomplete member of the Pack just because of my disfigured face, it was enough that I had n

Thalira I didn't remember leaving the bonfire.One minute everyone was clapping for Lora and Giovanni like they were some perfectly made lovers blessed by the Moon Goddess herself.Next, I was locked inside my room, trying not to scream into my pillow.It hurts. Everything hurts.I sat curled on the floor beside my bed, my hands trembling, my makeup long ruined and my golden shawl discarded somewhere near the door.No one came after me when I left— not my mother, not even father.They were all enjoying the ceremony, at least, one daughter saved the household.A bitter laugh escaped my lips as I wiped harshly at my tears.My phone buzzed suddenly beside me, but I ignored it.What else could it be? News about Giovanni choosing Lora over me would have spread throughout the city's social networks by now.I stretched my hand towards the phone and grabbed it.My brows furrowed as I stared at the message glowing across my phone screen.*Dear Miss Thalira Whitmore, you hav