Why Does Kovu Look Like Scar Novels & Stories

“The moon goddess set it in a way that when they finally mate, the genes are mixed together and the other yang takes the genes too so they can stay with their mate till death do them apart.” That goes deep in my head. I knew whatever my mum just said meant I had to mate with Luca sooner. The mate bond was very powerful and unescapable that all I had to do was just that. My gaze directed to his green eyes. They looked amused as his lips smirked dangerously. For a moment, I actually think Scar had resurfaced again. But his eyes were not dark but green. Thus, it was a full Luca right there. And that look held a ring of mockery.

I want. There was a hooded and unbelievably exciting look about his eyes as Sasha stepped back from her and started to comply with her shy demand, never removing his glance from hers as he thrust off his clothes, his shirt first, revealing the hard-muscled expanse of his chest with its male pattern of silky dark hair.

I know she’s both thinking about the safety of the pack and my own exhaustion level. “The police are on their way to meet Scar where Channing found the dead human. And,” I say looking up to glance at the clock on my office wall, “in just about six hours, Leader Bruno will be here to talk to us and Scar’s parents about their experiences with the undead, so we can have some ideas in place for when Scarlett contacts COWS. You know she’ll want you in on that meeting, too.” That’s another great thing about Scarlett — she recognizes the value that the mate brings to the table. Zella, Asher and Lupita aren’t just the mates of myself, Bree and Jacob, granting them the titles of Beta, Gamma and Delta

But some instinct drove me forward. In a hidden forest clearing, he finally stopped, his back to me. "Turn around," I commanded, my voice trembling more than I expected. He slowly turned and removed his hood. In the moonlight, the familiar yet strange face made me gasp. It was Kaelen, but not entirely the Kaelen I remembered. His hair was shorter, a beard covered half his face, and his eyes were filled with exhaustion and alertness. The most noticeable change was a new scar, running from the corner of his left eye to his jaw.

“Another round.” A third drink is the last thing I want, but considering I just lost myself enough to let a man fondle me in public, maybe it’s what I need. Barb makes my drink first, and it gives me something to do with my mouth while I watch Kian. I didn’t notice at first, but he has a scar above his right eye that cuts through his thick eyebrow. It adds to his devil-may-care allure. “How’d you get the scar?” I ask, motioning to his eyebrow with my glass.

"What man? Where? When did you see him?" Lila's smile faltered. "I don't know. He was nice. He had a scar on his face, but he said it was from a battle. He said he was a friend of yours." Kael's face went white. "A scar?" "Yeah. Right here." Lila traced a line down her left cheek. Councilwoman Voss's scar. But Voss was a woman. "She," I said slowly. "The scar was on a woman?" "No." Lila shook her head. "It was a man. Old. Gray hair. He smelled like smoke."

Hi, my dear cupcakes! This chapter has some brutal violence. Read at your own risk. Loving you so much guys! Happy reading xoxo Kavi's POV I took in the sight of the person whom I despised the most in my life. He was well built like any other wolf and has an ugly scar across his left cheek. A cut from a silver knife! His blue eyes only showed pride and arrogance. Now I knew why I felt protective over Iniyan. He is my half-brother! His innocence attracted me, unlike Ilamaran's dirty mind similar to his father. I was still stunned as it was feeling surreal. I have been so close to him for the past one and half year. But I didn't happen to meet him before. Though this was good. I could give him

"We look alike now." He turns to see what I speak of. Seeing the scar on my back being compared to his, he frowns. "Is not funny," he grumbles. "I am sorry you have that. I do not want you to look like me." "No," I whisper, coming up behind him and pressing my body into his. "This scar is a part of who I am now. I am not ashamed of it. The gods work in mysterious ways…you should know that out of bad things come many good things."

More of like my opposite. “Of course, there’s a reason why you carry those scars, Cassiopeia. So don’t think too much, I assure you that everything will be alright as the right time comes.” He replied trying to console and fill in the questions I had in mind. Hearing the same words from him over and over again made me curious about what that main reason of this scar was. I shifted my gaze to the now calm ocean, and choose to shut myself. It was already dark, and the sun was fully gone.