Novel & Cerita Alex Terrible Scar On Face

I had the fortune of never being in my great uncle’s way, but I had a feeling it would be much worse than the way my parents punished me. He reminded me of a snake. He could start strangling you before you even realized what he was doing. He has a little thin mustache to add to match his scary face. I’m not sure if it's always been scary or if it became scary once he got scratched by a werewolf across his face. One eye was hurt during the attack and is now white, like a milky eye. There’s a scar through his eyebrow; his cheek and part of his ear got torn off. It’s a reminder of what werewolves are capable of.

I had the fortune of never being in my great uncle’s way, but I had a feeling it would be much worse than the way my parents punished me. He reminded me of a snake. He could start strangling you before you even realized what he was doing. He has a little thin mustache to add to match his scary face. I’m not sure if it's always been scary or if it became scary once he got scratched by a werewolf across his face. One eye was hurt during the attack and is now white, like a milky eye. There’s a scar through his eyebrow; his cheek and part of his ear got torn off. It’s a reminder of what werewolves are capable of.

But a scar on the neck was so vague and common. A lot of Alpha’s acquired scars from battle, especially on the neck since it's a lethal weak spot for werewolves. She knew pointing him out would be just as hard as telling a tamaskan different from a wolf. But she had to find him. She couldn't abort this part of the mission no matter how bad she wanted to. According to the goddess, this alpha was the only one who could save her from herself. She got a glimpse of it 2 nights ago. It felt like she was going to die when the heat spread all throughout her.

he growled, trying to snap her out of her traumatizing, punishing panic. She tried to speak, but the words caught in her throat, her body trembling. Axel immediately moved to loosen her clothing, hoping to ease her breathing. But as he slipped the fabric from her shoulders, he stopped, his hands frozen in place. His eyes widened as they took in the raw, uneven scars marring her back—the unmistakable marks of burns. For a moment, he was silent, his expression unreadable. “What…?” he murmured almost to himself, his voice barely above a whisper, shock flickering across his features. His fingers traced the edges of a scar, as if in disbelief, his gaze shifting between the seared skin and Ava's f

Bennett “Seriously?” I ask with feigned surprise. “Seriously. And it’s pretty big.” He emphasizes the size of his scar. “And, can I see it?” It’s not a strange request. The truth is, maybe. I said maybe, if seeing his scar makes me think my marks are inferior and maybe changes something inside me. “Of course.” Alex seems proud of his mark as he promptly lifts his shirt to reveal a straight scar that goes from his chest down to a tiny part of his abdomen. “My mom told me it’s here to remind me of life.”

“Ladies, this is the Alpha of Tri-Moon and my son, Gunner” The Alpha. She is Mated to the Alpha. That means this is her Mate. He stood tall and strong. His white button-down shirt sat untucked and crumpled over his large muscular chest. His dark blonde hair was scruffy and a little long, coming down close to his shoulders. As I gazed over his handsome young face, I saw the remnants of a scar leading towards his ear. The skin was healed but had left behind what looked like a burn mark. His ear itself was missing the top section. A dark pink and jagged semi circle remained where the piece of flesh had been ripped from. A battle wound perhaps.

When I reached for his hand, however, he drew it back as if he was afraid of my touch or of touching me with the bare skin of his palm, and I paced after him onto the dance floor, trying not to think of the last time that I was here, instead only of the piano, the sexy incubus pressing his body against mine, and the scar raised on his shoulder… Hold up, the scar…? My brows furrowed, as I traced the heightsy white line with my thumb. Jeremy flinched. I thought that werewolves healed from everything apart from heights? What had caused him to scar like this? I followed the line all the way down his shoulder blade. My frown deepened. If we were in medieval times, I’d have guessed he’d been sever

Rather than feeling the pain from a strong thud colliding with my head and back, I felt warm hand wrap around my waist expertly and another around my shoulders I was pulling back uncomfortably. Just then I opened my eyes, and I almost screamed when Alexander's face was leaning too close towards me, too close I that I couldn't even continue to breathe. Our faces were only two inches apart from each other. His brows were thick, his nose tall and boldly shaped, his lips so plump, and I noticed he even had scars from claw marks on his right cheek, as if someone had attempted to tear off his head but didn't get close enough to do so. My brows furrowed just looking at it. I felt a tug in my heart

He rolls his head back, his face now fully basking in the light. A scar travels from the bottom of his left eye, dragging down and into his skin through his cheek and the bottom part of his nose. His sunken skin goes through his mouth, and parts of his lips are missing, adding to his mangled appearance.

“Please fight, baby. Please.” Behind me, footsteps echoed. Heavy. Familiar. I turned. And the sight shattered me. Alex. Tall, broad, face unreadable as always. But his neck — littered with dark hickeys. His shirt half-buttoned, collar open, scratches visible on his chest. His jawline raw like it had been bitten. My stomach twisted. My throat burned. He looked… used. Marked. Owned by someone else. And I wanted to vomit. His eyes flicked to me, cold and flat. Then to the OT. For a flicker of a second, something broke in his face — panic, fear — but it snapped shut again.