All Chapters of Beautifully Damaged (Alpha Austin): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

SCAR'S POV. "Bye Mrs Lindi." I wave at the old women. She has the cancer of the breast, and insisted that I let it be when I had offered to help. Saying we shouldn't waste money on her almost dead body. I tried to argue with her about it, but she is just like Sean. They have no room for argument. They could have been mother and son in thier past lives. Still she is the nicest old woman I have ever meet. You know they are mostly so cranky. "See you again From the corner of my vision I can see eyes popping up behind the window. Watching me keenl Yellow and black. Those cutie cat Don't get me wrong. They were scary at first but now they are all pouty and cute. Just like Mr's Linda said. They are really friendly when they get familiar with yo Those creepy look replaced with curiosit Too bad it's the last time I will have to see them until after the war. The movem

AMELIA'S POV. I rush out of the house, Janny running behind me.  Everywhere is in chaos. People running up and down. And is that, fire. What the fucking hell is going on here? 'Lady Amelia the pack is under attack.' The head of warriors Nicolas reports.  Under attack. Who would be foolish enough to intrude our boarders? 'kill those rouges, and search for the Luna, now.' I order.  I suddenly wish I coud teleport to the pack dungeon. It would have been faster. But Austen had to make sure no teleporter can get into those walls. Times like this I actually wish he listens to me. 'its not rogues Lady Amelia.' he says and I stop dead in my track. Janny waiting impatiently. 'not rogue?' vampires? Dark Witch? Hunters? Or worst, shifters. "The silverb

CLARY'S POV. "He is handsome. More like perfect. Very caring and hates it when I skip a meal. He is extremely clingy and possessive. Definitely the best." The night star twinkles in her eyes as she speaks. All that my mate couldn't be. To say am sorry about my past sins would be an understatement. I feel bad, guilty. I never wanted to be the villain in the romance novel. Am a good person. A very good person. Even if I was born in a rogue community, I had that normal wolfy teenage life. With loving parents, best friends, a fair share of heartbreak, haters. All normal right. Normal until he came along. Burning everything to ashes. Most of the time I wish I had never met him.  And here she is, a person I hardly know. I made her life hell, all for that psycho. To think of it. I feel more guilty after she accepts my apology without much q

SCAR'S POV.   I feel weak. At these rate I don't think I will make it. My eyes trace from the pipe fixed to my hand which is connected at the end to the glass box almost full with my blood.   I don't know how long I have been here. Tied to this hospital bed. In the middle of darkness. Slipping in and out of consciousness.   "God. Scarlet." I slowly move my head to the side. Clary    "That god-damned psycho." She curse ina small voice.   She roughly jerk off the pipes, riding me of the pain. Then helps me sit. "Are you okay? Can you move?"   I answer all her questions with a shake of my head.   "We have to go now. We don't have time." She proceeds to help me out of the bed which proves futile.   No. Am too weak. I will only slow her down and who know what that bastard will do to her.   "Go." I

SCAR'S POV. I killed him. Just like they did to my mate. They took him from me. They took them from us. He is not coming back. He is not coming back to us. He is gone. How for good and never to return. I swiftly turn 180 degrees when something hits the ground. Haa.... "Maths teacher Frank." I smile warmly at him. "You....what are you?" He moves back. Fear clouds his eyes as he makes a run for it. No...no...you can't do that. I run after him, throwing him against a tree. "Don't mean to be rude teacher. It's just that you said we have something to talk about. And it seems to make me curious." "Don't come near me. Stay away." He growls threatening, pushing against the poor tree. "So you are you going to talk or not."  "Stay aw...." I tear out his heart,