Novel & Cerita Why Wasn't Scar King

He began to speak, and his words rang out with authority and passion, captivating the entire assembly. "Warriors of our realm," the King's voice echoed through the courtyard. "Today, we stand united in purpose, for one of our own has been taken from us. Marco, our Lycan King, faced a grave threat in Swiftclaw, who dared to attack his pack and take his beloved, Scarlett, away from our embrace." A murmur rippled through the warriors as the King mentioned Scarlett's name. Her abduction had left a void in our ranks, and the determination to bring her back safely fueled our hearts.

Danika's brows knitted in thought. Why would the king give orders for her not to bear scars? Her father physically scarred him severally, so why would he want her not to bear scars? Danika can never understand the king. He's so unpredictable....so confusing. Her mind prickled and she tried her best to remember the conversations they had the night before... She couldn't. The knowledge lurked just inside her mind...just a little out of reach... "Yes, my princess..." Sally continued, "I was surprised too, but that was the orders he gave. Madam Baski and I had to go so very deep into the woods in search of rare herbs. They have complicated names but let me try to remember their names, my princes

That was the first bad sign. “You’re early,” I said quietly. “And empty-handed.” Scar’s eyes sharp, assessing, and far too amused settled on me. “Yes. I thought it best to return before you got your hopes up.” A tightness wrapped around my ribs. “Meaning?” Scar dropped onto the edge of the chair opposite my desk and crossed one leg over the other, completely at ease, as if he hadn’t just failed at the one task that could cost me everything. “Marcus wasn’t at the moors,” he said. “Not anymore.”

I paused and lowered my voice "if you kill me it'll only be a waste. The royal family will just dispose my corpse since they've been meaning to kill me and Orion will never come looking for me. Please, please let me go" The stoic man stood there with an expressionless face and I was beginning to think he'd taken pity on me when he suddenly contorted his face into a scowl and leaned towards me "The Alpha King is a tyrant and he is the reason many of us are rouges today" he paused and lifted a sleeve to show a wide red scar on his arm,"he stabbed me" he said slowly,"the Alpha King himself all because I spilled his expensive wine!"

Scarlett struggled against him, but he held her firmly in place. "Then I'd like to see you try Scarlett, prove to me that you aren't just a beauty with no action in such a high position… or else," He held her chin tightly. "You'd better return to Europe where you came from. Your father doesn't need another family member to worry about." Scarlett's eyes blazed with fury, but she refused to give in to Romero's taunting. What was wrong with him? One minute he was flirting with her, and another he became an annoying person. She pushed him away and adjusted her coat, an icy calmness settling over her.

"Didn't know she would murder my parents? Didn't know she would steal my entire legacy? Or didn't know she would humiliate me in front of the world?" Clark was speechless. "Or," I continued, "did you know all along and just chose to look the other way?" "No! I really didn't know—" "Then what about this?" I turned my back to him and unfastened the top of my tunic. A gruesome scar ran from my left shoulder to my right hip. The eclipse curse had turned it a sickly silver-black, and it still seemed to writhe slowly, eating away at my life force. Clark's breath hitched.

Like I have two dimples when I smile while Emily has two but one is not that deep. I have a small birthmark just above my navel, which Emily doesn't have. When I went out two days ago to meet up with Maddie at Starbucks, people were congratulating me on my wedding. I was too embarrassed to say I'm not the one getting married but my twin. Nobody will believe me, anyway. So I thanked them and smiled politely at them. At the mall, when we went shopping for wedding gifts, someone congratulated me, and I told him I wasn't the one he never believed me.

But what shocked me most was his face. The rumors said he was a disfigured, ugly monster. But the man before me had a face so handsome it was almost unnatural. His features were as sharp as a marble sculpture, his skin a sickly pale, and his deep green eyes were bottomless pits. There were no scars on his face, no sign of disfigurement at all. This was Caspian Valerius, the most feared king of Chicago's underworld. He didn't even glance at me. From the moment he walked in, he was speaking in a low voice to the lawyer beside him, his expression so cold it was as if he were here to sign a simple business contract.

Maybe Scarlet had come back after her endeavours with Jackal. I was still a little mad, but I wanted to see her. Even after her crazy desires for other men. One day, I promised, she would come to her senses. Maybe at nineteen, she hadn’t had the idea in her mind to settle down just yet. But considering how stubborn she was, she probably would give me a piece of her mind if I lectured her about her little conquests.

“And yes, I’d prefer she didn’t get burned. Isn’t that normal when you care for someone? You don’t want them to be in pain. But if you’re asking whether the appearance of your scars bothers me, then I can easily say no.” I stared at the king, unsure of what to think or feel. Part of me wanted to believe him, but I was scared to. What if he turned around one day and said he hated how I looked? What would that do to me? “How old were you?” he inquired. “Those scars look quite old.” “I was ten.” “Shit,” he replied. “Then you couldn’t have gone through your first change yet.” I shook my head and turned away, swirling the liquid in my drink.