The Alpha’s Hidden Heirs by Avery Rose

Chapter 164

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I immediately glanced down and tugged at my dress, trying to adjust it to cover the marks. I had forgotten to conceal the wounds with makeup today. I thought my clothes would be enough to hide them, but clearly, I'd been careless.

Margot had spotted the marks when I knelt down, and now I silently scolded myself for the oversight.

Before I could say anything, Margot grabbed my hand and dragged me into the dressing room. She shut the door behind us and turned to me, her concerned expression piercing.

"Where did you get those marks?" she demanded.

I laughed nervously, trying to downplay the situation. "Oh, it's nothing. I got into a fight with a rogue and ended up with these marks," I said, lying through my teeth.

Margot eyed me skeptically but didn't push. "It looks fresh. Why didn't you dress it properly? You need to take care of it so it can heal."

I nodded, appreciating her concern, though I knew the truth was far more complicated. I'd tried everything to heal it-ointments, bandages, even relying on my natural fast-healing ability-but nothing worked. The claw marks remained, raw and unyielding.

Margot sighed in relief. "At least you're okay now. But don't go wandering into the forest again. You heard about that council meeting months ago, right? They warned everyone about rogue activity increasing."

I understood her concern and gave her a reassuring nod. She cared for me like a guardian, which made sense-she had a daughter around my age. Margot had shared with me once that she'd sent her daughter abroad years ago, using all her savings to give her a better future.

said softly. "Every time I see you, it feels like I'm looking at her. Please, Selene, don't take risks like this.

words warmed my heart, and I nodded again. "Thank you, Margot.

me a small smile before leaving

behind her and let

stood in front of the mirror, lifting my hand to examine the claw marks

them.

eyes tightly as the memory of how I got them flashed through

through gritted teeth. "But he has the same ability-to leave traces that

and frustration swirled inside me as I pushed the memory

not now.

that the marks wouldn't be visible even if I bent down again. Satisfied, I left the

back to work.

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