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“That’s what they called me. Alpha Leo already had a daughter. He didn’t need another.” Gaven’s control fractures just enough for me to feel it, like pressure building before a storm breaks. His breathing is too measured. Too careful. Maelis clears her throat and steps back, professionalism snapping back into place. “And this scar?” I glance down at my thigh as she gestures. The crescent-shaped mark sits just below the hem of my underthings, pale against my skin. It looks harmless and ordinary. It isn’t, but how do I explain that it burns when there is danger. Like it is trying to warn me. I don’t want to sound crazy, so I lie.

Blood soaked the sheets and bed, and still to this day, the stain was still there. The scars stretched from right under my left breast and down to my navel. It had healed now, but they were still there. Red, swollen, and ugly. It was my shame and humiliation, and it branded me as HIS. I hated it... “Fuck,” I heard Knives mutter, as he gently stroked his fingers over the scars. I shivered but didn’t flinch away. Strangely, his touch was gentle and loving. I had been afraid that he’d hit me or kick me out after I showed him, but he seemed to be rooted to the spot for now. Not that I expected anything from him after this. I was just so desperate to get out of another claiming, I hadn’t thought

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I said. I held eye contact with him till it made me uncomfortable and I looked away. The moon was fading away to restart its orbit around earth again but it still gave off light. "I'm have scars all over my body to prove my difficult life," he said. I looked at him and blinked. "You think being a Tribrid is easy?" I lifted my shift just enough to see my side. "I burned myself the first time used manic. Multiple people have attacked me with silver. Some of my scars you can't see but affect me. You are not the only one with problem. So get your head out of your ass and stop thinking you're the only one that has a hard life," I growl. He lets out a threatening growl not liking being talked back

I can’t help but ask, as the marks that seemed to be welted on her skin were so visible, and too severe to be ignored. Scar turned to look down at her body before looking right back at me. “Maybe you should worry about yours first,” she says, her hand motioning towards my body. My brows creased tighter. What was she talking about? I thought when I drop my gaze down my stomach and thighs, I let out a gasp. Shocked, I couldn’t move or say anything until Scar broke her silence. “Those are infidelity marks,” she says, and I look up, blinking at her. “They occur when your mate is being unfaithful. More will appear in the future,”

Amara stared back, trying to project a semblance of stillness, refusing to betray the sheer terror gripping her. ​Emiliano stared at her for a long, silent moment, his expression unreadable. He seemed to be assessing her, her fear, her presence in his bed. He slowly walked around the bed, stopping on his side. ​He reached up, pulling his undershirt over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it onto a nearby chair. Amara couldn't breathe. Her gaze involuntarily dropped, taking in the powerful breadth of his chest, the taut lines of his abdomen, and the faint, intricate scars—silent trophies of a violent life—that crisscrossed his left shoulder.

“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. “

He glanced at my stomach. “Does it hurt?” “No.” “Don’t lie. Last time, holding it made you collapse.” “It’s nothing,” I said, hiding the truth. That scar was a permanent reminder even with the blood tie broken, Beta Kyle’s mark lingered. Kael’s crimson eyes narrowed. “Scars fade. Think of it as a survivor’s wound.” “A survivor’s wound?” I echoed, surprised. “It hurt. It left its mark. But look at you alive, standing, stronger than you know. You survived.”

But I'd hoped he’d see the scars that lie across my skin and repulse him. I felt the soft tips of his fingers run down my scars at first.. Then he moved his fingers down my side to the side of my bottom, then my thigh. Everywhere he touched felt like it was being ignited like little fires. Though I also felt disgusted by him, scared, angry, and hatred. Those were enough to make anything remotely good turn sour really quick.