Male Rover X Scar Novels & Stories

He never took his eyes off her. "Now you remember, Scaredy Scarlett!" Romero teased as his eyes turned into slits from smiling too much. His innocent little doll was back… Just this time, she was ravishing. Romero took off to the train station earlier than expected after hearing about Scarlett's return. He was quite annoyed that someone had dared to wake him up from his nap, until he heard it was her. The little doll he dreamed of for years. But of course he was Lovato's most trusted hitsman, so he had good information of Scarlett's whereabouts; otherwise Romero wouldn't be there just yet.

Damien tosses them aside as he takes off after Xavier. Xavier's beautiful light brown body was littered with claw marks. The Alpha looked back over his shoulder terrified as his little mate chased him with something shiny in his hand. Xavier stopped on the other side of the fire pit, his legs open, ready to dart in either direction. Damien slid to a stop while holding a scalpel. The Alpha still isn't sure where in the hell it came from.

She glanced at Stanley again, who was still limp beneath the weight of four goblins sitting on top of him. Then Scar, at last, looked up at Stanley. He was still naked after his shift, his perfectly sculpted body on full display. But unlike her, there was no modesty in him. His powerful muscles radiated strength and surety, all the way from his broad shoulders to his powerful thighs. While he met her gaze unflinchingly, his eyes like chips of ice. "Scar," he said, his voice dripping with venom, "why did you run?" She averted her gaze, trying hard not to look at his nakedness or even think about it. She and Hazel were in grave danger, having sorely miscalculated just how powerful and capable

“There must be a problem with your wolf. She should have helped you in healing this. However, our pack doctor is an expert and he is going to correct this.” Little does he know that my scar is like a badge of honor, a constant reminder that I must seek revenge for wrongs done to me. “Thanks. You are so kind." I say. Just then the door opens and a boy, about ten years old walks in. “Ah Victor, come in. Meet my mate Alicia. Alicia, meet my brother Victor.” Drake says. I can see now that he can really smile, a smile that melts away all the seriousness on his face. For the first time I have seen his teeth. He looks absolutely handsome.

I just nod my head at him in reply as we both get up into the jeep. We make it to the beginning of the float and I hop out and make my way toward Xavier as Christian is next to my brother. I greet Xavier with a quick kiss and wrap my arms around his torso. “Is it dumb I missed you?” A huge smile forms on his lips as he shakes his head. I step away so I can slip my cover up off my body, there are several gasps and a few growls, one distinctly louder than the rest. I turn and see so many eyes on me, a few in Lust but others are in shock and horror. The scars, they see the scars and they can see clearly what they say. The light scars show vividly against my tan skin.

Scarlet moaned loudly in anticipation of what was coming next. Her body shook lightly as he slowly entered her and Scarlet let out a loud gasp. "Shhh..." Xavier murmured in an attempt to calm her nerves. Scarlet bit her bottom lip in response as she gazed at him in awe and pleasure. She reached out with her hand and cupped his cheek. Her thumb drew lazy circles across his cheekbone as her eyes fluttered shut and her hands clenched into fists. "Oh god!" Scarlet moaned aloud as Xavier surged deeper inside of her.

I was rewarded with scars. "Rainbow?" I heard a voice call and this broke me out of my reverie. I flinched and relaxed again when I remembered that I was just in the hospital. The doctor was examining my scars to see how I was progressing. The accident had happened six months ago. I should have healed immediately after but the burning pain had been so intense that it rendered my wolf dormant. No matter how hard I tried to reach her, she never came. This rendered me wolf-less. But I had made it my life's mission to keep it a secret from the pack.

By the side, a small dent adorned his cheek, making him look more handsome than ever. Tingles spread through my body and I found it strange. In my entire life, I wasn't sure I'd experienced this kind of feeling, but there was something else. As I stated at him, realization hit me square in the jaw. He was my mate. Alpha Xander was my mate.

But, the shower did a great job of cleaning the remnants of the road off me. I shampooed and conditioned my hair for the first time in months. I scrubbed the torture off my body, knowing that there would be no scars from the things that I went through. I finally understood what Xavier had meant in that truck. Sometimes, scars offer closure and affirmations. They become trophies of every battle that we survived. Werewolves didn't get scars unless the wound was inflicted with our silver.

The serum makes it so we’ll forever bear the scars of our marks to show the world that we belong to one another. I trail my fingers up his neck, his jaw. To his eyebrow, which also bears a new scar. Brock was so close to death after the fight with Xavier that his shifter healing couldn’t keep up, and he now has scars that tell the tale. This small slash through his eyebrow, a deeper scar on his right shoulder, and another on the left side of his abdomen. I saw the scar on his eyebrow once before, in a vision.