Novel & Cerita King Of Scars Series

Asher then comes in, cleans any cuts and allows me to drink and eat, and then it starts again until one day Asher comes down after Giovanni has finished for the day and as he is cleaning my newest cuts says, "Scarlett, there is a rumour that King Noah is travelling with a vampire named Phoenix. King Noah is conducting his annual assessment of the packs and they should be here within the next couple of weeks. King Noah has already disbanded at least two packs and removed the Alpha, Beta, Head Warrior and Doctor from another pack. The rumour for that one is it was Alpha Emmett's pack. They say he held you in what he called his punishment room. If you can get them to sense you in any way while

"The debt is too high, Elara. The Northern King... he doesn't take 'no' for an answer. If I don't give him what he wants, he will burn this pack house to the ground with everyone inside it." The Northern King. Alpha Silas. They called him the Scarred King, a man who ruled with a fist of iron and a heart of ice. Stories of his cruelty were told in whispers around campfires. They said his face was a map of the wars he had won, and his soul was even darker than the night. "So you're selling me?" I asked, the realization hitting me like a physical blow to the chest. "Your only daughter? I’m just a... a payment to you?"

Scar. The phone rang twice before a gravelly voice answered. "Well, well. If it isn't the Alpha king’s Beta calling the gutter rats." Scar was a former hunter of Blackcrest pack. He was banished by his Alpha for unnecessary brutality, even according to pack Laws. He went feral after his mate’s death and hasn’t quite healed. "I have a job," I said without preamble, eager to get my new set of orders carried out. "High pay, personal satisfaction guaranteed."

The healers worked over her, pressing damp cloths to her skin, murmuring quiet reassurances. “Her back,” one of them said. “We should cool her back.” I frowned and stepped closer, the King at my side. As the healers carefully shifted her forward, I caught sight of what lay beneath the linen. Scars. Dozens of them. Angry welts, some fresh, others faded with time, a map of cruelty carved into her skin. Years of it. Layer on layer of pain. The King froze, then his face darkened with a fury that made even me take a step back. His power rolled off him in waves, a storm barely contained.

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

Instead, he watched my every move with interest. My fingers followed the swirling lines, but then I realized that his skin wasn't entirely smooth. Scars. Most of those beautiful lines were there to cover his scars. My stomach churned, and my fingers froze. There were so many of them… He must have noticed what had caused my reaction because he grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it. “I'll tell you about each one of them if you ask.” A faint smile curved my lips. “I'd like that.” He dipped his head, claiming my lips once more. My hands drifted to his hair, savoring the feel of his strands tangling around my fingers. When our lips parted, he gave me one of his breathtaking smiles. “We should

Instead, she stumbled into the wall while Damon struck a match and began to light candles in the room, illuminating the king-sized bed and the rich, red silk sheets that were turned down, with piles of pillows strewn about. By the time Damon finished lighting the candles, Scar was still pulling at her fingers anxiously, unable to silence the fight-or-flight response raging through her body. Damon's gaze settled on her, and his smile faltered when he saw her worrying about the leaves adorning her dress, and how her arms trembled as she did so. "It's okay," he said soothingly. He reached out to touch her, but Scar flinched away from him. Damon's face softened and he withdrew his hand. "I'm not

Another scar on her neck, this one was more obvious and looked fresh, there were also various scars on her hands and tummy and she had almost forgotten about them. “Oh, these?” She stalled for time as her brain worked fast to produce another lie. “Well I never said I’ve had the easiest of lives, these scars are from the work I did.” “What work?” He asked, squinting suspiciously at her. “Is it really necessary?” She asked with frustration, hoping he wouldn’t press the matter any further. “Kind of, those scars do not look like normal scars.” He got up and walked towards her. Her eyes widened as he did and she started to back away, “King Lucas…what…what are you doing?” She stammered.

Ava's POV I shot my eyes open to an unfamiliar sight... My eyes dimmed as the bright light threatened to blind me. "Quick, call Her Majesty! Princess Elora is awake!" someone who was fanning over me called out. _Princess Elora?_ What sick game was this? I am not Elora. I am Ava. Ava the scarred omega. The unloved. The betrayed. I tried sitting up, but my limbs felt strange. Heavy. A sharp pain surged through me as I held my head.

I passed out naked, bloody, and alone but free; after ten years, I was free. I had just done the unthinkable. I completed the rejection ritual marking myself as a mate rejecter, a pariah in my community. I not only rejected my mate but my old pack. My whole identity to that point – was gone. I was now scarred, no longer marked. Now, I carry the black scar created by the silver blade, and I reject the mate made just for me by the goddess. The cursed life of a "Scarred One" is what I must look forward to now. The sense of loss was foreboding. Was what I lost the only cost for my freedom from my mate bond?