She hasn't forgotten a single thing he did today.
Seeing her silence, the smile on Kaelan Hawthorne's face gradually faded.
He slowly withdrew his hand, moving his fingertip away from her forehead.
Then he lifted his hand and gently touched the scar on his face.
"Is it because of this?"
"Do you think I'm ugly, so you're avoiding me?"
Seraphina Caldwell's heart suddenly wrenched.
She jerked her head up, meeting his gaze.
The original owner, with a single merciless strike, had slashed across his face, tearing apart his once-proud visage.
What he hated wasn't just the binding and loss of freedom.
What he couldn't let go was the face that had once been unparalleled, now unable to be restored.
Every scar was like a brand etched into his flesh and his heart.
This hatred had never truly disappeared.
In the past, other beast husbands were always around monitoring him, forcing him to bow his head and act obedient.
But now, they're all gone.
He no longer needs to pretend.
