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He chirped happily and seeing how much that meant to him broke me to my core. I just couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that soon, I wouldn’t get to see these innocent eyes again. If there was something I could do to stop it, I'd give my life for it. I’d already given up everything for him — left Westonvale, crossed the continent, joined a new pack. Buried my name, my past, my pain. But now even that wasn’t enough. The Moon Goddess was cruel. I didn’t deserve this. Niko didn’t deserve this. He was just a baby.

Still, I’d let the tiniest spark of hope burn in my chest. Foolish. The hope that maybe, just maybe we could have built something real… now felt like ash. I slipped away from the crowd, the sound of their celebration fading behind me. A chill clung to my skin as I stepped outside, the air cool and indifferent. This pack, like so many others, was bound together by pride and blood but it had no room for hearts like mine. No wonder some wolves broke away. No wonder they stopped caring. I wandered until I found myself at the Moonlit Grove, a quiet clearing shadowed by ancient trees and silver grass that shimmered in the moon’s light. I sat on a wooden bench, my arms wrapped around myself as I wa

Then he accompanied her to the hospital himself to get the wound cleaned up. She'd thought he was overreacting, but he'd just smiled and said, "Lyra, you're the most important woman in my life. I don't want any scars on you—except maybe from having our kids. Smooth skin looks best with beautiful clothes and jewelry." And now, with her face covered in blood, he'd brushed her off to take care of someone else. He once swore she'd never have to bear a scar, but he made her risk her life to donate bone marrow for another woman. Even marriage and kids—he'd planned all that with someone else behind her back.

“His burns are not ordinary fire burns, Alruin, it contains a bit of magic, hence I must use magic potions instead. Something his body isn’t used to and his wolf is reacting poorly to. But I am sure he will be okay very soon.” I laid down again on my sleeping bag, a frown on my face and I shut my eyes. Nyari and Cain’s presence got me so agitated all of a sudden. Ginger reminded me again that I didn’t need to feel this way and I concurred with him, but fuck it! I couldn’t help but feel this jealousy and frustration as I forced myself to sleep. *** I felt a light tap on my shoulder and a finger on my lips. My eyes tore open with panic and I saw the wrinkled face of Marla staring down at me. “

I guess that’s why I have my scar, a reminder of the fact that I’ll never be as strong as I need to be. As strong as I want to be. Maybe I deserve the scar…. I-i know I deserve my scar it’s all my fault. I… I need to search the body. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, collected the supplies and got to my feet, stumbling backwards as my backpack settled on my shoulders.

“ I am that Mary wanderer of the night” that did not sound right, there was no one called Mary in the Midsummer night's dream, Richard thought. He had left his spectacles in his study, and was finding it hard to concentrate the word on the book. He had started reading immediately Ann had handed him the book a week ago, and he found the book quite enchanting. “May I see the book please?” Lady Watsby asked, collecting the book from Richard.

I looked up at the stars, silently thanking the Moon Goddess. Then I looked back at my mate. My home. My forever. And together, hand in hand, we stepped into the future we had fought so hard to claim. END OF BOOK TWO!! BOOK THREE INTRODUCTION : TITLE : THE SCARRED LUNA AND HER THREE ALPHA MATES. BLURB: As Luna of the powerful Shadow Fang Pack, she endured years of ridicule for the scars that ruined her face. Hated by the very people she sacrificed everything to protect, she clung to one hope—her fated mate, the Alpha she loved.

Not the patient counting ceiling cracks while pride rotted inside her ribs. “Don’t look so excited,” Mara muttered from the chair near the window, watching me like she could already see the trouble forming behind my eyes. “Healing doesn’t mean you’re invincible. Again.” I smirked. “Relax. I almost died once this month. That should count as character development.” Maya snorted under her breath, but she wasn’t smiling. Her gaze lingered on the thin silver lines scattered across my skin, scars that magic could not fully erase because they had been carved too deep. Some were old. Some were fresh and all of them were mine.

As the light faded, a sharp, sudden stingshot throughh thecentrer of my right hand. I pulled my hand back, frowning as I turned my palm upward in the moonlight. Right in the very center of my skin, burned in a faint, stark white, was a perfect, tiny crescent scar. It tingled with a lingering, magical heat. My chest heaved as I stared at it. I was right. This bond wasn't standard. It wasn't just a typical fated alignment. The silver light, the ancient voice she heard, and now this scar left on my flesh—it all meant something profound. Something special.

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.