Novel & Cerita Beth Dutton Face Scars

"I've been avoiding this for six years now, and it's about time I face the truth." With that, she elegantly removed her sunglasses and mask, revealing her scarred face to Luna. Luna stared at Charlotte's face in shock. This was a face that looked even more terrifying than hers after Malcolm had deliberately ruined her face. It was clear that this woman had tried to salvage her appearance, but scars all over her face were too deep to get rid of entirely, and her wounds were still shocking to any onlooker. "You're different; you're not scared of me at all." Charlotte curled her lips into a smile when she saw Luna's surprisingly calm expression.

This face used to be so beautiful, and she even felt that she would never lose to Karen Daly in terms of appearance. Now she was unrecognizable. The scars, big and small, looked like small worms, which was disgusting. "Ah—" She screamed hysterically, holding her head in her arms. After venting for a while, she gradually calmed down. She stretched out her fingers and stroked every scar gently. Every time she touched a wound, the hatred in her eyes became deeper. Charlie, Samuel Daly, Karen Daly- The reason why she was here today was all caused by these people.

I looked at Zachary, and he had the same surprised and hopeful look. "Send her away. I don't know her. Someone might pay her to testify against me." Dylan snarled, but I could hear the fear in his voice. The woman yanked her arms away from the guard and pulled the hoodie and cap off her head. "You don't know me?" I gasped when the woman showed her face to us. I will never forget that face, even though her right cheek has a scar. "Winter?" Zachary muttered, looking at me with a surprised look in his eyes. I looked at Dylan; his face was now pale, and fear in his eyes.

A few Months Ago. Scarlett. Beta David dragged me across the floor by my hair. The pain on my scalp was incredible. My eyes stung with tears. I tried to blink them away; I tried very hard, but they won and started flowing freely. My skin scraped the ground, and the harsh stony sand scraped my bare skin. I wasn't even allowed to mourn my father's death when they were ready to do away with me.

I uttered, remembering all that William had promised me. In an instant Dimitri lifted the hem of his sweater, subsequently pulling it off revealing his finely chiseled chest that had an ugly, jagged scar marring the velvety smooth skin. I couldn't help but gasp as my hand instinctively began tracing the mark. I thought vampires healed through everything so then how had this scar remained.

Dimitri. He looked exactly as I remembered from my recent nightmares—tall, elegant, cruel mouth curved in a smile sharp enough to cut glass. Only now three thick white scars ran from his hairline to his jaw, courtesy of the day Xeros had nearly killed him. They made his grin look even more monstrous. “Hello, my babies,” he purred. My legs turned to water. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Demetria’s fingers dug into my arm, hard enough to bruise.

Alpha Dimitri’s POV I waited for him to continue. “While I was asking around the outer territories, I spoke to several warriors who remembered seeing the woman calling herself Fiona Lightweather. A few of them noticed something unusual about her.” My attention remained on him. “What?” “She has a scar low on her waist.” He paused. “From the descriptions I received, it appears almost identical to the one on Scarlett Bane’s neck. Same shape. Same pattern. Even the way the skin healed around it.”

I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my palms, pushing through the discomfort, and slowly made my way to the washroom. The cold water hit my skin, sharp as needles, sending a jolt through me. I glanced in the mirror, and my gaze immediately went to the marks on my body. The bite marks from the night before were still there, faint scars already forming, except one—the one on my butt cheek. Dalton’s mark. It was still dark, vivid against my skin, a constant reminder of what had happened. I ran my fingers over it, and a shock of electricity ran through me. I jerked back instinctively, heart pounding.

As much as I want to stay with her, I need to let her family get priority. She's been out for sixteen hours. Dwayne had done a physical scan on her, smothering her whole back in a cream to help draw out infection. If we had waited any longer to get her out of there, he fears that she wouldn't recover at all. She's lucky to be alive as it is. Due to being treated hours after the wounds were inflicted, it means it'll take longer to heal and she'll be left with horrendous scars. It'll be a constant reminder of what they did to her, along with the rune burnt into her side. An X-ray showed a small crack on one of her ribs where I remember the Alpha punching her. It's almost healed, due to being a

Of course, when father isn’t around. “Does my mother have scars on her face too, father?” I can’t help myself but ask that question. Aside from not being able to shift, the scars on my face made me pity myself more, and reasons why they bully me, without Alpha Magnus knowing, or else they’ll face the consequences that they won’t be able to regret anymore, because they are already dead. As long as I can endure it, I will keep my mouth shut. “Your mom, Cassandra, doesn’t have any flaws. She’s the most beautiful, caring, brilliant, and brave Luna in the pack, before.”