“Scar!”
“Ughhhh,” she grunted and burrowed deeper into the warm bedding.“Scarlett Shaw!”“Godddddd,” she groaned with her eyes tightly shut, knowing from the closeness of the voice it was a matter of time before the two hundred pound of muscle barged into her room.How she hated Alan Shaw. How she wanted so much to strangle him. How she wanted so much to take out his innards and shove them down his……“Scar!!!!,” he screamed at the same time he slammed the door open into the wall, interrupting her sweet thoughts of things she wanted to do to him.“…his wide throat,” she finished her thought out loud, even if it was more of a grumble.“What was that?,” Alan asked, making his way towards the bed.“Leave me be,” she replied and dragged the covers closer around her.She felt him drop down heavily on the bed but made no move to acknowledge his presence. If she ignored him long enough, he would let her be.Well, not that it ever worked in the past. But who said she could not hope, even where Alan was concerned.“Could you speak louder? I did not catch that.”Scarlett held on tighter to the covers, anticipating his next move, all the while with her eyes tightly shut.“I hate you so much Alan Shaw,” she replied.“At least you feel something towards me. That’s more than I could ever hope for,” came his sarcastic reply. “Now, are you going to waste away in this heaven of yours all day or do you plan on joining the human population and do what every other normal person does?”“Just leave me alone,” she replied drowsily.“Okay,” Alan replied and Scarlett could hardly believe it when she felt his weight lifting from the bed. It seemed too good to be true until she heard the door shut behind him as he left the room.Wow.That was easy, she thought to herself.What had come over Alan?Usually, he hassled her until she finally agreed to face the day. It was unlike him to just simply agree to whatever she said.Was everything okay with him?Was he dying?Scarlett knew the only reason he comes after her once the whole household was awake and she was nowhere to be seen was because he wanted to save her from herself.He worried about her like everyone else in the clan, only his own worrying involved getting into her space and picking on her.Now, she did not feel so sleepy anymore. She opened her eyes and let out a bloodcurdling scream.“Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!.”Directly in her face was a pair of arresting baby blue eyes with endless depth of secrets and mischievous promises that had left many hearts broken in its wake, set in a golden face with the most perfect angelic features, a huge contrast to the dark promises in the blue eyes.And the face was grinning into hers with mischief.“Alan! The devil take you!”She should have known it was impossible he had left so readily when she asked him to. She should have known he was up to some mischief.The devil apparently never left but had opened and closed the door then snuck back to her bed to stand directly in her face, scaring the living daylight out of her!If only she had been fully awake, he would have not dared to play such a trick without her catching on, no matter how stealth he prided himself to be.“The devil take you too sister, unless you get out of that bed this minute!”“I hate you,” Scar grumbled again.“Me too,” he said grinning from ear to ear as she struggled out of bed.Scar snorted in an unladylike fashion, “You could keep the triumphant look off your face but that would be hoping for too much isn’t it? Your arrogance would be the end of you Alan Shaw,” she said vengefully, hating him for meddling in area of her life for the past fourteen years.“Sorry to be the harbinger of bad news, every other member of your gender seem to think otherwise. They are rather convinced I’m the perfect human to ever walk the earth,” he replied with an annoying wink and a more annoying smirk.“Well, you always say my gender has impaired reasoning. Now, what makes you think their judgement about you isn’t as a result of their impaired reasoning?,” she countered with her own smirk.Alan let out a loud boisterous laughter, making Scar feign a scared look.“I told you never to let out that earthquake in my presence ever!”“That would be the day I’ve the last word when it comes to bantering with you,” he replied still chuckling, his baby blue eyes crinkling at the corners, making scar herself want to smile with him.No matter how many times she proclaimed it, she could her hate Alan the Tormentor. She loved and worship the very ground he walked on. But the day she admitted it would be the day she draws her last breathe.And she would never call him Alan the tormentor because it would only em out him to meddle more in her life.“That would never happen,” Scar stated arrogantly.“I know. It is like saying the Scathin and Lauchair clan would stop being enemies,” Alan said nonchalantly but he did not for a minute stop watching Scar and as expected, he saw the fire in her eyes dying a slow death.Alan moved away from her and headed towards the door with a “Everyone is waiting for you in the courtyard. Be down before I come up for you again.”He closed the door silently behind him and with a heavy sigh, he leaned against it for a moment.It had been a rough fourteen years for him to get to where he was today with his younger sister. And like everyone else in the family, she blamed herself for Sara’s death.But he knew it was way more than that for Scar.It was like every waking moment of her life since Sara’s death, she wakes up every morning and allows herself go over every detail she could remember, punishing herself with the memories and holding it so close to her heart like a prickly rose she could not do without the smell but at the same time hurting herself with the thorn.What scared him the most was that she seemed to thrive in the pain. She had built a wall around herself and the pain and everything Scar ever did since that day stemmed from that pain.She never allowed herself to be happy, never allowed herself to smile or laugh.Merely thinking about it made Alan’s heart break for the little sister that was forced to grow and for the one he could not protect.The mouthy part of Scar he just witnessed only happened at moments when she let her guard down, the only times she let herself forget Sara had died on her watch.And they were mostly when she was waking.It was the only reason he made it his life duty to be the first person there to wake her in the morning. He longed for the sister that was so happy and oblivious of the evil in the world.He wanted to hold her and shake her. He wanted to talk sense into her and make her understand that a six year old was not responsible for the safety of a sixteen year old sibling, he wanted to make her know there was nothing she could have done better than she did on that fateful night.But the early times when he had done that, she had withdrawn further into herself and he had almost lost her completely like the rest of the world.So he had learnt to hold his peace and just take the momentary happiness she gave him.With another heavy sigh, Alan moved silently down the stairs.When Scar finally felt him move away from the door, she went about her morning business, all the while thinking of the saddened expression she had seen on her brother’s face.She knew it was because of her.She made everyone around her miserable like she was. The only ones who never avoided her was her immediate family, excluding her mother of course, she reminded herself with a bitter smirk.Everyone else in the clan steered clear of her and who could blame them?She was scarred, looked ethereal, almost ghostly and she even acted like a ghost with her silent movement and scanty words.To make matters worse, the more she aged, the more she had looked like a more fragile version of her sister, a constant remembrance to everyone, everyday for the great witch the clan had lost.And gradually, like a flower wilting, her mother had distanced herself from her second daughter until they barely ever saw each other anymore except on special occasions and even then, her mother never looked her in the eyes.Scar had lost not only a sister and a mother to the Lauchair clan that night fourteen years, but she had also lost herself.And till she took her last breath, she would never forgive everyone of that despicable pack.Talk about the scar, the nature of the two clans.Walking into the courtyard felt like walking into a death sentence. It was a long time since she saw her family gathered.Ok.Maybe not so long.They all put aside whatsoever they might be doing to have breakfast every fortnight. It was a tradition her father started after Sara’s death and it seemed like the family was about to break apart.Not that it did much in mending the gap in communication, seeing as conversation was usually limited during their breakfast. Much of the talking was usually done by her brothers and father but at least, the tradition kept their family together and relatively sane.Scar felt her father’s piercing grey eyes as she entered the room, eyes she had inherited.She did not have to look up to know it, she felt it just like she felt every breath, every sigh and every regret and condemnations in their heart as she moved closer to them.Alan stood up and smiled at her, drawing back a chair for her. But she did not bother returning his smile. Neither did she
“We have never been this far away from the clan’s territory on our own. We should go back.”Damon Hunt stared shrewdly at the path behind him and for the umpteenth time, he was convinced it was the right one. If he was one to listen to what anyone says, he would be back with his clan already, instead of wandering around looking for a tiny blade of uncommon grass.He needed the stupid weed desperately. He would enter into the enemy’s territory if he had to, as long as Stanley his brother stopped whining for a second.“I do not think this is a good…..”, Stanley trailed off at the cold, deathly stare directed at him. If he was a lesser man, he would have whimpered or cowered with his head bowed but he continued staring his Alpha in the eyes.Well, maybe that luxury was because they weren’t just Alpha and Beta, but because they were brothers.Still it wasn’t too long before he lowerHe was just worried. He could not seem to be able to shake off the ominous feeing he had been getti
A week had passed with Scar being left in the dungeon without a decision made about killing or keeping her . With the awareness of whose child she was Damon have been taken aback with his decision. The approval of his dying father mattered so much to him . The wolves believed that whoever sat on the throne ruled their kind, but Damon had sat on this throne for three years, and it was his opinion that the throne ruled him. At least, it did right now, as his ass was sore and his head was worse off for the incessant bickering coming from the wolves settled around the fire below the dais. The discomfort made him irritable and less inclined to listen to the arguing voices. They shouted at one another so fitfully that they didn't notice how Damon nursed his piercing headache instead of listening to their crap. "We should just kill her and be done with it," one wolf said, his voice high and shrill. This wolf was Shadow, one of Damon's chief advisors. He liked to jump to violen
Damon hated the words as they tumbled out his mouth. When he said them, he thought of them as a lie. He would do anything in his power to avoid slaughtering the witches and starting another war, but what if there was truly no stopping it? What if the Scanthin acted against them, and they were the ones to start it? What if he had no choice but to act and protect the wolves? Would he hesitate then? "As you say," Stanley said. "Then we will leave to prepare to fulfill your commands." Damon waved a hand, and the wolves shuffled away, leaving Damon alone inside the main room of the tree with nothing but the crackling fire to interrupt the silence. Sweet silence. The wolves of Scanthin meant nothing to him. That was a fact. He had fallen in love with a witch from Scanthin, Star Kante who became uncontrollable and unstoppable because of her powers . She killed a lot of wolves , she was feared and it took a while for her to be captured. Damon loved her so much and
Damon rubbed his eyes. He wanted to believe that. It was stupid, really. If this whole thing with talking was just meant to get him to drop his guard, then it was working. Wasn’t he smarter than this? He tried to pull his anger and hate forward, to shield himself from unfortunate emotions—but he was so tired of being angry. He sighed as he turned toward her. "How many witches are in Scanthin ?” “I only know about one,And that is me Scarlett." Scar murmured, holding herself tightly.Damon advanced on her and she backed into the wall, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why should I believe you?” “Because… because it’s the truth. I don’t have anything else to tell you. I don’t know what’s going on right now but you have to believe me. Damon pressed her into the wall and wrapped one hand around her throat. Gently. Not hurting her. Just wanting to see her reaction. He had no intention of actually killing her, after all. “I could kill you now, if you want.” She met his eye, her head f
Dawn came with a grey light filtering through the cave. I’ll go scout. Stanley rose. Careful,Helen." Helen and the maid she came in with walked in as fast as their legs could carry them. This time without whips but clothes . She was led outside through a back door . Helen ordered them lay her on the pelts and took a scrap of cloth to dip in the river. The water was cold. Scar wished she could heat it and bathe herself . Helen knelt near her and unwrapped her dirty legs from the furs, frowning at the bruises on her arms. "She has been ill used, I told Damon. We must go slowly, and earn her trust. We will care for her, we will never allow her to be hurt again." Stanley said to someone she didn't see but she could hear him and it didn't strike her she could hear the conversation despite the distance. With the rage beating in her chest, she only hoped it was true. And she was yet surprised on how Helen became human overnight and the sudden change of attitude of the clan . There was d
With her head held high, Scar allowed the she-wolves to lead her out of the room, down the wooden steps that wrapped around the trees, and down to the forest floor. Early morning light filtered through the thick branches overhead, dappling the ground with patches of hazy light. If it wasn't for what was about to happen to her, Scar might find the forest at dawn beautiful. The she-wolves ushered her past the tall trees, along a worn path, and deeper into the forest. She could hear the murmurs of many voices up ahead, but she couldn't see them. However, when the trees parted, Damon was the first thing she saw. He waited for her by a tree at the edge of what looked like a clearing up ahead. He was resplendent in his clothing, a handsome prince dressed in a tailored suit with a white shirt and black tie. A gold chain hung around his neck, disappearing into the collar of his shirt. His dark blond hair was slicked back, and his blue eyes were cold and bright as he watched her approach,
Damon heard a bang as he tried to lay in bed , he walked as fast as he could to the chamber Scar was . Only two find three of his pack wolves dead on the ground and four figures had swarmed into the room Scar slept . Two were already on Scar's side of the bed, a hand clamped over her mouth to muffle her screams as they dragged her naked body from the bed aggressively. It was hard to see who their attackers were in the darkness, their shifting, quick forms difficult to pin down even with Damon's wolf senses active. He could tell from their shapes that they were goblins, but why were they here? Traitors? Had the rebellion happened already, and they were here to end his reign before it truly began? But the second they touched Scar, rage unlike anything he'd ever felt before pulsed through him like a rabid heartbeat. "Don't you fucking touch her!" Damon growled, pulling at the threads of his wolf soul deep inside him and pulling it out into the open. Just like that, he shifted into
Epilogue Five years later Snarl stared down into his mate’s eyes. This was their fifth anniversary of being a mated couple. Damon, godfather to their six children, all twins, had taken them for the night so Snarl could show his woman how much he loved her. “You’re tormenting me again,” she said, whimpering. He turned her over, dripping some cream onto her back and licking up the droplets. Pressing the strawberry to her lips he watched the plumpness take the fruit. “We don’t get much time alone anymore. We’ve got to take as much time as we can.” It had taken him over three weeks to get Damon and Scar to agree to take their kids. In all fairness all three sets of twins were not the easiest children to look after. Snarl adored them, but he was pleased for them to be out of the house so he could have some quiet time with his wife. After convincing the collective that she loved him, Hazel had accepted his marriage proposal and that very same night he gave her his mating m
Glancing around the kitchen, she tried to find any excuse to answer the damn thing. Be strong, Hazel . You can do this. She loved Snarl , and all she needed to do was prove to them her feelings. Tucking hair behind her ears she walked to the door. “Hello, Hazel. I’m Helen, and these are newly turned maids. I’ll be the one doing the talking today. They’re here to listen, learn, and take information in,” Helen said, going over all the introductions. “Can I tell you to fuck off?” she asked. “You can, but we can’t go anywhere. These are the rules.” Nodding, she opened the door waiting for them all to enter. She heard them scenting the air. “I’ve been doing some baking. Would you please sit in here while I get the tea?” Hazel ushered them into the sitting room like they were a pack a sheep rather than hungry dogs waiting to take her away. Once they were seated, she went into the kitchen, tempted to send someone to Snarl. No, she wouldn’t do something to make them believe s
Three days later Snarl was staring at the reports sent to him while Hazel was at home after a marathon of sex. She was probably happy with the reprieve. His nerves were totally fried at what their future was going to be. Whatever happened was up to her. He tried to focus on his work rather than on what his woman was going to do. The last three days has been preparations for their wedding he’d held back from staying with her again today. The mating heat had been between them during most of their fuck fest, but he held it back.Snarl didn’t want them to blame the mating or him for Hazel staying with him. Because her parents insisted on the marriage first. In the space of one month he’d found his woman, hurt her, taken her, fallen in love with her, and was now on the verge of marrying her. His parents were not lying when they said witches moved fast, refusing to waste a single moment of life. Leaning back, he turned his chair to look over the town life. When he was first outla
His words caused her stomach to flutter all over again and she opened her mouth to respond, but just as she had, he dove before she could, and all she could do was gasp the moment that his mouth met her most sensitive area. Still hot and bothered from sucking his cock, Hazel found that she was more prepared than ever to cum. Her fingers knotted in the bedsheets and even though she was up on her elbows, her head craned back and she screamed at the ceiling. Even though she knew that likely half the pack could hear her right now, she didn’t care. She howled her pleasure as Snarl slipped a single finger deep inside her, using his tongue and his finger to accelerate her pleasure until her stomach was so twisted in knots that there was only one thing for it. “Fuck!” she cursed even as the orgasm exploded like none ever had before. Yet right when she thought she might not be able to take it any longer, Snarl stopped abruptly. For just a second, Hazel feared something was wrong. She
Just a few days later, only hours after Snarl had spent the longest half an hour Hazel had ever experienced in the room with him, she joined him beneath the largest sycamore tree on the Lauchair estate. Though it was not their official wedding due to the lockdown that had been put in place upon the entire community, Hazel couldn’t have wished for anything more. She would give her parents the large wedding they obviously desired to show off their power and wealth, but right now, in this moment, everything was for her and Snarl. With their entire pack surrounding them and some of the women and children who had remained from Shane’s pack, Hazel and Snarl allowed Damon to wrap a crimson ribbon around their hands, binding them together. Tears pricking the corners of her eyes, Hazel gazed up into the eyes of her mate and bit the inside of her lip in an attempt to stop them from falling from her cheeks. “Though we are limited due to the lockdown, Snarl and Hazel have asked that we a
Snarl thrust deeply into Hazel’s tight, wet heat and didn’t bother to stifle his moan. Being inside her was the kind of heaven he’d never thought he’d be lucky enough to experience. She fit him like a glove, silken inner walls gripping his cock as she rode him. For a moment, he just watched her, committing every little expression to memory. She was so expressive, every ounce of pleasure showing in her dark eyes and across her flushed face. He’d done that. Made her shiver and moan in his arms, those sexy little sounds imprinted on his soul forever. Each stroke of his hands over her skin brought a new reaction and he lapped them up, needing to bring her to ecstasy over and over again. She was like a drug—his perfect addiction and one he never wanted to be free of. A sensual temptation he would never let go. “Scream for me, witch,” he ordered, his thrusts harder, faster now . She loved when he says witch and not kitten. “I want to watch your face as you come. Love to see that.” Sh
“Not any guy, just you.” Hazel smiled as she leaned back into Snarl’s embrace. His hands felt so good on her, smoothing around her waist before parting company. The left slid upward to cup one breast as the right made its way down to press the satin of her wrap between her thighs. Strong fingers cupped her mound, firm pressure against her still hidden clit making her body ache. “It had better be just me,” he growled, his voice heavy with both possessiveness and his cat. Her own purred at the sound, wanting nothing more than to roll over for their powerful alpha mate. But the human had other ideas. He couldn’t have this too easy… Or at the very least she couldn’t let him think it was that easy, even if it was. “Well… I dunno, with a lioness of my own now, perhaps I should cast my net a bit wider,” she teased, tilting her head to the side to allow his lips better access. He kissed up her neck, leaving a fiery trail until he reached her ear. Nuzzling behind it, he found the spot tha
“Your breath smelled fine to me.” She rolled her eyes and climbed on the bed beside him. Before brushing her teeth she’d been sucking his cock until he came, swallowing down every drop. “I wanted to brush my teeth.” He reached out, tucking strands of hair behind her ear. “You’re going to be the death of me.” Glancing down at his stiffening cock, she chuckled. “No, you’re going to be the death of me. I’ve not even made it to the kitchen yet without you pouncing on me.” Snarl caressed her ass, sliding his palm over her cheeks. “What can I say? You shouldn’t be so fucking tempting.” He moved over her, trapping her legs together as he kissed and nibbled on her ass. She cried out as his teeth sank into her flesh. Moaning, she held onto the blanket as pleasure consumed her thoughts. Her cream leaked out, coating her clit. The scent of their combined releases surrounded them. “I could spend all day worshipping this ass,” he said, slapping her cheek. She squealed at the sligh
Snarl saw his friend out trying his best to ignore the sympathy in his eyes. Whatever happened was up to Hazel. He wouldn’t try to influence her decision. If the alphas found her suffering from some syndrome or another, he’d lose her either way. So it wasn't about Damon's decision ? He was in love with her. The thought of losing her left a giant hole inside his chest. Clawing out his heart wouldn’t be half as painful even if he would be dead. Hazel was upstairs in their bedroom. She rarely spoke over dinner leaving him and Shadow to talk business. He was tired of meeting and the incessant need to avoid war with certain clans. What was the point of trying when it eventually happens. Staring at his reflection in the mirror Damon let out a breath feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders as he stepped out. He’d been a good alpha, and he hoped to be a good help to him as well as reward him . “Snarl?” He turned to see the love of his life standing in the doorway. She wo