Novel & Cerita Scarred Alphas

His muscles were hard-edged, his skin bronzed by the sun, and the thick hair on his chest tapered down into a dangerously low waistband. Then I saw it. On the left side of his chest, right over his heart, was a jagged, ugly scar. It wasn't from a claw or a blade. It was a Rejection Scar. When an Alpha rejects a fated mate, his own wolf often tries to tear the heart out of the body in grief. "Sit," I commanded, my voice cracking slightly before I regained my ice-cold composure.

CHAPTER 4: MONSTER IN SHINING ARMOR? LIANA'S POV. The atmosphere around us was tense. Hostility brewed as both sides glared at each other, growling. The man I was with and who came to my rescue was Trevor, son of the former Alpha, "The Alpha Who never was," as he was known by. "How dare you desecrate these grounds, with your presence? Still want to take the life of another Alpha? I'm not that easy to kill, nephew," Alpha Roderick said in a disdainful tone and hateful look.

“It draws them in like flies to honey.” Great. I am basically a fucking siren call for every supernatural being in the region. “You’re safe to do as you wish with your mates inside the confines of the Constantine mansion,” he continues. “Your scent can’t escape those walls. Not to mention, there isn't a wolf in this pack who would dare to even glance at the Alphas’ mate. That's the only reason you've been safe.” “But outside like you were with Braden,” his eyes darken. “You’re asking for your scent to be detected. Any unwanted suitor could approach, drawn in by that irresistible smell. Someone wandering by chance who doesn't know you belong to the Alphas? It's a recipe for disaster.”

“Then I’ll fight you to the end of time itself before I let that happen.” Lucian stepped forward too, flames dancing in his eyes. “And if she falls, then I’ll burn you and this cursed prophecy to ash.” The two Alphas stood side by side—reluctant allies bound by the same woman, by the same desperate cause. Fenris’s grin only widened. “So noble. So futile.” --- The Rift buckled inward, its edges fraying like torn cloth. Warriors screamed as the pull intensified, dragging wolves, stones, even whole trees into the churning void. The corrupted beasts were swallowed whole, their shrieks echoing as if carried across dimensions.

Throw into the mix someone hurting their mate, and you have a combustible situation. I said nothing, wanting her to be comfortable to continue. “He had been trying to kiss me, but I kept moving my face away from him. He stunk. Like rotting flesh,” she said as a shiver rolled over her body. Rogue. Definitely a rogue. “He was going to rape me, but then somebody slammed into him, pushing him off me. They said they had to go, the Alpha was on his way,” she murmured, lost in her thoughts.

"You know the punishment when you intervene between an Alpha and his mate is dead and since I'm the high Alpha in all of country I can kill whoever the fuck I want and you Pink have lived your last days on this earth. I've had enough of your bullshit, racism, and rude remarks. Not only did you kiss an Alpha that was taken, but you also hurt my Omega, you made my beautiful omega cry. There is no coming back from that, but don't worry Earth will be joining you in a hell soon enough in hell. You think playing this shity game make you better person, no Pink you are nothing but a power hungry bitch. I know vert well why you want me. You don't want me beacuse of love but you want me beacuse of my

This time, she kissed him back with equal fervor. He was an alpha. The Alphas never go back on their words. He did quick work of her clothes and in no time they both were naked on the bed. He lifted himself on his palms and surveyed her body. Her boobs were not too big but not too small. Her belly wasn't flat and she had scars here and there. She was perfect. He fucking loved the way she looked. He looked up to tell her how beautiful she was when he saw her eyes studying his hard cock with a hint of dread. A mischievous smile pulled at his lips.

His fists balled at his sides, the veins in his arms protruding and throbbing from the tension. I eyed Alpha Quade's men behind him who stared at me skeptically. They hadn't spoken but they seemed like the type to only speak when spoken to. Their white skin had red scars littering it. The Beta had three nasty scars going across his chest, the claws of a werewolf clearly making those scars. They seemed like trouble and not the fun kind. "I want to speak to your alpha," Alpha Quade's silky British voice mused. He may have spoken to the men around me harshly but when addressing me, he made his tone soft, like a gentle caress of the skin.

Improvements I should have made long ago. Silence presses in again. Heavy enough to suffocate me. “What the Alpha is trying to say...” Scar steps forward again, his fingers wrapping tightly around mine. I glance at him, my chest tightening with gratitude. “She’s saying the team remains.” He continues. “But we don’t have to keep losing members to attackers...” “And who are you to make suggestions for us?” The interruption is sharp. Disrespectful and ugly. Scar goes still. Then he speaks. “I am her mate.”

Today just like any other I get up from bed ready to tackle the world and the task at hand starting with pack workouts. Just like any other day I got up showered brushed my teeth put my ponytail into a high bun and dressed in shorts and a tank. Not much clothing but enough as we are wolves, were always extremely warm so the top layer just covers the basics. Which some may see as our best parts. In training today things were going smooth and per usual when Alpha Chris entered with an unknown alpha whose eye held deceit. I had never seen him before but he looks like trouble.