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“It’s not like I can blame them. I know my scar is unsightly.” Alden looks at me for a long time. Then he reaches out and strokes the scar on my face. “There is nothing unsightly about it,” he murmurs. My heart stutters. “A scar is not enough to cover something so beautiful.” “Beautiful?” I repeat, my lips trembling. He smiles like it is nothing. “What are you reading?” I sheepishly close the book. “Reading.” He cocks a brow while peeking through the book I’m holding. “Reading what exactly?”

Amber leaned toward me and whispered, "Is she delusional or just mentally sick? After all that, she still wants to serve cookies?" I didn’t answer. I didn’t know what to say. A few minutes later, Amelia returned with a plate of freshly baked cookies. She moved carefully, holding the tray with both hands as she walked to us. "Please, have a taste," she said softly. As she lifted the plate to place it on the table, the sleeves of her blouse slid back slightly. That was when I saw it. Scars. Old, long, thin, pale scars. They covered her wrists and arms.

Both of them were completely naked inside the water, the water was too clear that their reflection and body were exposed to everything around them. Amelia's body was smooth and fair, not comparable to any normal woman or even a princess from any country. But there were many scars on her body, all of them were deep and none removable. It was such a pity that many scars had seized flesh on her body. But even if the scars were ugly or anything, she wasn't bad looking. Those scars were rather fresh and gave off warlord vibes. Water was moving every second, and it was peaceful, nothing out of ordinary. But then Amelia spotted something in the water.

He found it hard to do with Amy trailing open-mouthed kisses across his bare back. The boots landed with twin thuds. Never had Riley been so glad to be rid of them. And never did he remember laughing so much during the removal, or being so thoroughly distracted. Then he turned to take Amy in his arms and froze. He knew, without asking, what he was seeing. The pale pink scar on her left side, just below her ribs. With a hand that wanted to tremble, he touched a finger to the scar, felt the extra-thick skin that was part smooth, part puckered. “You left a little

Amelia said, making Scarlett smile slightly in her head despite the pain in her heart. She got up and headed to the bedroom, nudging the door open with her nose and stepping inside. She shifted, her bones breaking and readjusting in seconds before she was stood stark naked in Amelia’s bedroom. The smell of tea tree and lavender oil mixed with Amelia’s own scent filled the room, it was comforting.

Scar mentioned with her eyes, which stared in danger at my mate. "Ignore her attitude. "I held onto her hands in a way to calm her down, while Amelia Just hummed to the sound of whatever was coming out of her earphones. Scar looked at me and backed at Amelia with her angry face. Seeing how calm she was now, I took a deep sigh and then started the car and drove off to the pack's Main gate. Amelia POV

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."

Her friends hesitated, deciding whether to stay or leave. Eddie turned back to Natalie, his voice gentler but no less poisonous. "You should have phoned me. You did not need to go through this shit alone." She lowered her head and looked down guiltily. "I just wanted to be normal again." He exhaled slowly, pushing a curl of hair from her face. His touch was soft, but his jaw clenched. "Normal does not exist anymore, Nat. Not for people like us." Whispers started this time again, but a little quieter now and cautious. The crowd separated, leaving Cassandra standing alone, humiliated.

It was better to just be honest. "Let's take it slow." He kissed me softly and tenderly. "Say you love me, Estie." I mumbled, "I love you." "Who am I?" "Leon." In my dazed state, I added, "I love you, Leon." He finally seemed satisfied. "I'm going in, Estie." The emptiness in me was filled, and my whole body was enveloped in a searing heat. I felt like a bird soaring into the clouds.

Scar breathed, still trying to catch her breath as she ran her hands up and down Damon 's sweaty back. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to be like that," Damon admitted, his voice rough with emotion. He rolled off of Scar afterward and stared up at the ceiling, feeling like his life had just changed irrevocably. Because he knew, without a doubt, that he was going to fall in love with this woman, and there was no more dangerous move to make besides walking straight into enemy fire.