According to the prophecy being given to the Dark-Light pack, a Golden Wolf and a shifter was to be born and his birth was to bring a lift to their pack as one of the powerful in the whole of Creekhill high. 
Years later, Luna Lydia gives birth to his baby, a handsome baby with golden hair. Immediately, she notices him as the chosen baby the spirit of death comes to take her. 
Before Lydia dies, she draws an everlasting scar on her baby's face saying the baby will forever remember her as the mother.
 'If he didn't see me, let him at least remember he had a mother each time he sees this scar' Luna Lydia muttered pulling her talons across the baby's face. 
She did not only do that, but she also named the baby 'Scar'. 
Years after Scar was born, he is being loved by his father Alpha Frederick and their lives go on smoothly until Beta Daniel comes in with greed to destroy their beautiful union. 
Beta Daniel is selfish and wants to become the Supreme Alpha of the Dark-Light pack but can't because Alpha Frederick now has a son. 
Beta Daniel is a master planner and therefore inculcates evil plans in the Alpha's head. 

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All Berny Bright Stone had wished for in this life was a serene place where she could live as an ordinary girl rather than a she-wolf. she had spent most of her time running from her pack members especially as they called her a rogue and never wanted to do anything with them. This is because she refused to take their responsibility and rule them as their Luna.
She is a hybrid and only transforms during full months. Apart from that, she calls herself a human. 
Everything in Berny's life was moving on smoothly until they had a robbery attack in their shop. It started with looting and ended up with kidnapping. 
She was being kidnapped when the Kidnapper rejected the money and asked her to follow him. 
Berny came to discover Scar as a nice person and after sharing their personal stories, she opted to teach Scar how to transform into a wolf again. 

My Scarred Alpha

I cried out as another stroke of the whip cut into my flesh.


My hands are tied against a tree, and my stomach is pasted on the trunk. Each new stroke was another pain reminding me that I should never have been born.


Seventeen years had passed since I was born and life is getting harder. Since I turned ten, I've lived a life of hatred. I always thought dad was my pal, the only support system I have since I didn't have the opportunity to meet mom, but this was pure hatred.


For breakfast, I receive twenty strokes of the whip, at noon, I receive fifteen, and finally, at night, I receive ten.


Although I have become acquainted with the feeling of the whip on m flesh, I've really not got used to moaning and sobbing each time a new slash tears my flesh.


Dad completely ignored me today, he says it is a special punishment because I have not completed my task of yesterday before going to bed.


Chapter 6 Punishment