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With her eyes resting on the fire, she use her nails to scratch the spot he ahd kissed and blood was forming on the red line her nails had continually and roughly dragged. A gently door losing behind her didn’t faze her one bit. She felt a shadow lingering behind her. “Thank you, Khalid. I didn’t think you would take such a long time to call Ambrose.” “He was asleep. No wolf like to be disturbed when he sleeps.” Zara smiled. She relax back on the chair and speak eerily. “Prepare the water. I want it to scorch me.” “Are you sure?” Khalid’s voice becomes sad. “His touch feels like thousands of insects are running down my body. I need to get it off me. I feel dirty.”

Or simply the quiet joy of being alive. "Let me see you," she said, reaching for his shirt. He allowed her to undress him, his body emerging from the layers of leather and wool. The scars on his chest caught the light, silver lines on bronze skin. She traced them with her fingers, each one a story, each one a battle survived. He shivered beneath her touch. "You are beautiful," she said. "I am scarred." "So am I." She pressed her palm flat against his chest, feeling his heartbeat. "Scars are not ugly. They are proof that we did not break."

I went willingly, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. The kiss deepened. His hands moved under my jacket, sliding up my back, and I shivered at the touch. My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently. Gideon’s hands moved to my sweater, gripping the hem. He pulled it off over my head, making my skin prickle in the cold night air. I helped him shrug off his jacket, then pulled his shirt over his head. The scars on his torso were more visible in the moonlight, old wounds that had healed over the years.

How could it tumble down so quickly? I don’t mind admitting to myself I was on cloud nine after kissing her. The way that vanilla scent flooded into my veins, supercharging every sensation was addictive. I wanted nothing more than to worship her there and then but my wolf warned me to go slow, careful with her. I had to shut my eyes when she stroked my beard, it would have pained me to see her face contort as she uncovered my scars. Amelie, the friend with benefits from before this expedition, certainly didn't like them.

“Scars set you apart from everyone else. They don’t ruin your identity; they give you a unique identity. I will make you fall in love with everything about yourself like I do. I will kiss your scars so many times that when you see them — the first thing that comes to your mind is not the scar, but our memories they hold. I will leave my permanent marks in your mind — in your memories. So that before you say you love me, you can proudly say you love yourself more.” There was some depth in his voice, some bewitchment in his words. Nothing and no one had ever made me as impatient as he did. I slid his pants to his ankles. His words were too much for me to handle, too cruel to my heart. Stroking

I missed my mate, and I am determined to have her tonight. “I have a ton of work to get done,” Amelie murmurs at the dinner table. We are all together, Amelie on my right, Blake and Rosie on my left, Zack beside Rosie and Shane beside Amelie. I take her hand on the table, “That can wait until tomorrow I am sure,” I say with a smile at her. She does not look at me and I am starting to wonder if she has been making excuses not to be with me. Is she bothered with the scars on my chest?

The man deliberately stood right in front of Amelie and said, "Who are you waiting for, sweet lady?" Amelie immediately came to her senses and looked at the man's face carefully. The man was scary enough that Amelie unconsciously hugged his body with both hands. From the face of the creepy man in front of her, Amelie glanced at the little boy who came with the man. The child's face looked unfriendly. "Oh, sorry, I was..." Amelie's speech was interrupted when she felt a warm touch on her shoulder. Instantly, she turned her head, and it turned out that the touch came from Gideon. Gideon pulled her waist, which instantly made Amelie's face blush.

Chapter 4 Ann took another bite of the hot crunchy biscuit, cook had bake for the evening, she adjusted her chair as she opened her book to continue reading. She had done her duties for the evening and was enjoying the scenery of her newly found favorite spot at the rose garden, she was told that lady Arnold had planted it when she first got married into the Arnold household, there were about 5 different colors of roses, and they were planted in a way that each shade stood at its own patch, there was also a well trimmed apple tree at each side, and a water fountain at the middle, Ann thought it looks magical especially during sunsets. She had barely finish reading a complete paragraph when s

_Amelie’s POV_ I couldn’t look away. Even though I wanted to. Everyone thought my every being begged for me to peel my eyes away from his body and look elsewhere. My eyes were fixed on his body. The scars were horrific. They twisted across Matteo’s body, ugly, raw, permanent. Nothing was going to fix scars that looked like these. I wouldn't even wish this kind of thing on my worst enemy. And I knew exactly how they got there. I had caused them.

Scar leaned on a car,her hands trembling,her body was visibly shaking,the audacity,the betrayal hurts but she's gonna strike them back harder. “Scar” Domnic called, walking towards her. She turned, hiding her shaky hands,he smiled warmly, his hands tucked in his lab coat Pocket. “I'll be done with my shift soon, I'll drop you home” Scar straightened her posture, “Don't worry I'm fine,I have a few stops to make,I don't want to bother you” She answered as she walked towards the road,she hailed a cab and got in. Scar closed her eyes as she drifted into a memory.