Male Rover X Scar Novels & Stories

The ripple of their impact moved differently on each face. Rowan looked grimly satisfied—this matched the reports he’d heard. Mara’s eyes shone with something halfway between heartbreak and pride. Rhea looked like she wanted a cigarette and couldn’t have one. Veyra sat very still. She was not the sort to wring her hands or clutch pearls. The scar that ran from her temple to her jaw had been earned before Rin was born; she’d watched more wolves die than most of the room combined. When she spoke, it was with that same flat, battle‑worn steadiness.

"Also, never belittle yourself for showing me a glimpse of your past. Your past may not have been perfect, but no one's is. Rather your past has built you into the amazing women you are today. I love being here, because not only do I feel more connected to you, but I also feel honoured that you would want to share this place with me." Xavier pulls me close to him, as my head instinctively goes into my favourite spot. Xavier rests his head on mine as we continue to look out at the city below. For awhile, neither of us say anything. The silence is calming, rather than awkward. I find myself looking up at Xavier, admiring his features. His recently shaved chiseled jaw, hooked nose, and downturn

the scarred man asked,also standing up. "Yes." Xryo smirked. "I have a mate bond to control." Then he walked out.

I know she’s both thinking about the safety of the pack and my own exhaustion level. “The police are on their way to meet Scar where Channing found the dead human. And,” I say looking up to glance at the clock on my office wall, “in just about six hours, Leader Bruno will be here to talk to us and Scar’s parents about their experiences with the undead, so we can have some ideas in place for when Scarlett contacts COWS. You know she’ll want you in on that meeting, too.” That’s another great thing about Scarlett — she recognizes the value that the mate brings to the table. Zella, Asher and Lupita aren’t just the mates of myself, Bree and Jacob, granting them the titles of Beta, Gamma and Delta

"The... the bone is splintered in the joint. I’m done running, Scar." "Then use the pressure dressing and wait for the blue lights," she said. She turned her back on him, not waiting for an answer, her boots splashing through the water as she headed back toward the staircase. Xavier followed her, his stride long and unhurried. As they reached the bottom of the steps, he reached out, his hand finding hers in the dark. His fingers were warm, rough from the rifle grip, and completely steady. He squeezed her palm once, a silent, heavy confirmation that the cycle had been broken.

Dark scars run from the base of his neck and disappear beneath the duvet trailing down the expanse of his back. "Damn, now I know how he got his name, the Scarred Alpha" I thought. Goosebumps rise along my arms, as I stare at the scars, a sharp sting coiling in my chest. “Are you scared?” His voice cuts through my thoughts, raspy from sleep. I jerk my hand back and clear my throat awkwardly as his cold, grey eyes meet mine. I drop my gaze, the sudden heat on my cheeks burning hot with embarrassment. Damn he's sexy, even when he looks sleepy.

this is wrong. I drink my whiskey, the sting making my head reel as I lean forward, wincing in the poor light. She moves, and I can see her face more clearly, my breathing hitching at seeing someone who should be dead by now, someone I sold. It's her-but it's not. She's changed now. The creases are the same, the eyes, the nose, the jaw. But there's something wrong, something I'm struggling to articulate. A scar, maybe? A changed shape to the mouth? A variation in the last five years...

“I’ve never lied. And I’m done trying to make you see reason. If you don’t want Nyx to care for Maddox, then tell him to reject her properly. I’m not the only one holding on.” I was divorced now. No longer his trophy. He could take his pride and choke on it. I shifted. Bones cracked, joints moved. Nyx emerged — midnight black with a white streak down her snout. Small, but proud. Torren shifted too. Maddox stood tall beside her, regal ash-grey fur, stormy eyes. Calm. Steady. Watching everything. Especially me. Nyx padded over and brushed her fur along his side. They touched noses. They looked perfect together, lethal and beautiful.

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."

Rhea and Lina also closed their eyes, exhausted, while Kaelen insisted on keeping watch. "You should rest too," I said softly to him. "You look like you haven't slept in days." "I'm fine," he replied distantly, his gaze never leaving the cave entrance. The firelight illuminated the scar on his cheek, a new wound, it must have a story. "That scar… how did you get it?" I couldn't help asking. He was silent for a moment. "Lyra. When I tried to stop her from hunting you." "Did you kill her?"