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I replied. He seemed to ponder for a moment before his gaze shifted to my sharp brow. "How did you get that scar?" I raised a hand to touch it before meeting his gaze with a faint smile. "A few years ago, Amelie was followed by some thugs. I fought them off." I drifted into the memory. "There were too many of them, and I was outmatched. But when they tried to drag Amelie away, I went berserk. They eventually backed off. Amelie cried when she saw how much I was bleeding."

My claws twitched, itching to tear into something—someone. Gideon’s gaze softened, just a fraction, but his voice stayed hard. “Find them, Vera. Or we lose everything.” He turned to leave, his boots echoing, but the weight of his trust pressed on me. Dax hung back. I sank back into my chair, my fingers hovering over the keys, when a sharp pine scent hit me—Gabriel. My heart skipped, the mate bond tugging hard, a warmth I fought to ignore. I turned, and there he was, leaning against the doorframe, his black coat dripping, amber eyes locked on mine. His dark hair was tousled, rain-slicked, and that crescent scar on his forearm peeked from his sleeve, a reminder of his dangerous past.

Skylar kept telling himself that, but the more he repeated it in his head, the less it made sense and the more it began to sound like another lie he was Spouting forth. But Skylar did not want to admit that. He would rather pretend that what he had just done was for the greater good. 'I'm sorry Amelie.' ~~ ~~ ~~ Amelie awoke the next morning feeling a bit sore, but her fever was gone and her temperature was back to normal and the effects of the drug had totally subsided. She slowly sat up, stretching her body. As she stretched, she caught a whiff of a scent that wasn't familiar to her, but the closer she sniffed, the more familiar it became.

Amelia stares at me, her eyes wide with shock as they roam over my scarred body, taking in the myriad of marks that crisscross my skin and the fresh blood of Henry's that paints me in a gruesome tableau. I can practically hear the thoughts racing through her mind. Disgusting. Ugly. He must have done something to deserve it. Thank heavens, we're enemies; otherwise, I'd be stuck with someone so repulsive. My heart clenches painfully in my chest, knowing with absolute certainty that those are the thoughts consuming her. Even if we weren't enemies, my scars would have ensured we never ended up together.

Let your destiny pave way for you to to unite. Let your heart guide you to your only light.. . Yet, if still the darkness of her eyes veils the truth of light. I smile at this.... it was Vivian's selflessness.....she always tried to veil her pains...she never told me anything. Fighting her battles alone. But not after this...no more. Remember, Scars will always get visible, when all lights are off. So Sophie knew of Vivian's scar....was she talking about the scar on her face.......no it is too small...plus how did Soph knew that night that the wound will scar.

Ryan raised the chair in his hands, and with a swift motion, brought it down on me, his eyes cold as they met mine. I was paralyzed by the fear in my eyes, unable to move. "Ah!" The pain shot through me like a jolt of electricity, and I couldn't contain the blood-curdling scream that escaped my lips. My fingers were crushed instantly, mangled and bleeding, as I stared at them in disbelief. The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest.

"Did Nathan's conscience finally wake up? Now that you're divorced, he suddenly wants to play the devoted mate again?" Her words were sharp, but what stung more was how accurately they hit. My wolf stirred uneasily, her ears flattening. Heat crept up my neck before I could stop it. Damn it. Amelia noticed instantly. She always did. She shifted closer, her gaze no longer teasing but intent. She touched me, her cool fingertips brushing my cheek, right where the scar lay hidden beneath illusion and time. It was faint now, barely visible unless you knew where to look, but my wolf remembered every second of pain that had carved it there.

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

Marvin I flipped through several pages, my curiosity and confusion pushing me to search for something that might make sense of everything. The memory from the previous day suddenly returned to me. After Beta Raymond had left, I had picked up this very book from the desk because he had forgotten to place it back on the shelves. My fingers moved faster now as I turned the pages until I reached the particular section near the middle of the enormous book he had left behind. There it was, the same scar that met my eyes. My eyes widened as I stared right back at the replica of the scar on Becky's stomach.