Scarlet’s POV“Scarlet, I need to talk to you about something,” Elizabeth said as she approached me, her tone gentler than usual.I turned to her, sensing the weight behind her words. “What is it?”“It’s about your wolf.”I blinked. “Red?”She gave a slow nod. “Do you remember when I mentioned that I have a team of disciples and a small research department?”“I do,” I said quietly, remembering how proud she had looked when she told me.“There’s a case that came up recently. A young girl—she’s past the usual shifting age, but she hasn’t shifted yet. Her parents believed she was wolfless.” Elizabeth paused, her brow furrowed with concern. “One of my disciples went to examine her. At first, he said the same—no wolf. But after I asked him to check for something specific, based on what I observed in you… the results changed.”My heart beat a little faster.“She does have a wolf,” Elizabeth continued. “A very small, dormant one. Not strong enough to surface on its own. And she has no control
Scarlet’s POVWhen I reached the Alpha’s estate, I realised it was the same place where he had thrown that extravagant ball. The estate looked just as it had that night. But now it looked empty. As if deserted.I was told the estate was divided into two parts. The front was for official business, and the back—the private side—was Alpha’s personal residence. No one was allowed back there.Of course. No one but me. Again.As I stepped inside, something twisted in my chest. I had been here before. This wasn’t just any place.This was that place.The same room. The same scent in the air. The same floor we had...I closed my eyes and tried to push the memory away. But it clung to my skin like a second layer. The shame, the heat, the confusion—it was all still there, just beneath the surface.As I moved further in, I heard the soft click of the front door closing behind me. The sound startled me, and for a moment, my breath caught. Then I let out a heavy sigh, reminding myself I wasn’t in d
Dante’s POVAs she left the room and shut the door behind her with more fire than strength, I let out a slow, amused smile.Did she make me angry?No.She tried to.But I saw the tremble in her fingers. The way her voice cracked despite the venom in her words. She was terrified yet defiant. And that defiance... stirred something in me I shouldn’t be feeling.She was trying so hard to stand tall. To be fearless.And gods, wasn’t she beautiful when she burned.It was maddening.The same girl who had clung to me like a lifeline hours ago now spat accusations in my face. She hated me like she had every right to. And yet, some part of her still responded to me, like her body hadn't caught up to her mind’s rebellion.And some twisted part of me... responded to her too.She had no idea what she did to a man like me when she stood there, voice shaking, but spine straight. Like a flame daring the wind to try and snuff it out.A contradiction. A storm wrapped in bruises and scars.Something unt
Scarlet’s POVDante went to work. Or at least, that’s what I assumed. When I woke up, the place was empty and eerily quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning. I hadn’t slept all night. My mind wouldn’t rest. I hadd pretended to be brave, but beneath that facade was a nervous, awkward girl unsure of what came next. How was I supposed to face him now?Hunger eventually pulled me out of bed. I wandered into the kitchen, half expecting emptiness, but instead, I found it fully stocked. The fridge brimmed with fruits, milk, cheese, and things I could never even pronounce. On the counter was a note in Dante’s sharp, clean handwriting:"Feel at home."I raised a brow at that. Feel at home? Alright then. If that’s what you want, I’ll feel at home.There was a massive television in the living room probably the size of my entire old bedroom. At my home, I was never allowed such luxuries. I couldn’t even glance at the TV, let alone touch the remote. Joy, comfort, even laughter, they w
Dante’s POVWhen I returned home, she was sprawled on the sofa, food packets scattered around her. She was fast asleep, completely unaware of the world. It was almost midnight—she had clearly been sleeping like this for a while. But why here? Why not in her own room?I gently picked her up in my arms and carried her to her bed. As soon as I laid her down, she curled up and hugged her own hand, like a child seeking comfort. I just stood there, watching her. She looked so peaceful, so quiet, so… innocent. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.And that’s when I realized—this woman was making me feel weak. Soft. I couldn’t afford that.I slowly took my hand out of hers and walked away from the room, reminding myself not to let my guard down. This woman would only bring chaos into my life. Destruction. Nothing more.Just as I stepped out of her room, the doorbell rang.Who could be here at this hour?I opened the door to find Rome standing outside.I narrowed my eyes. “Aren’t you supposed to be
Dante’s POVIt had been a week since Scarlet moved in with me. She didn’t talk much not that I expected her to. I didn’t push her to smile or pretend she was happy. Still, the way she moved around my house was like she belonged here and it was enough to get under my skin. She didn’t ask for permission to act like the queen of my place. She walked like she owned the damn place.And then this morning, everything shifted.A messenger arrived unannounced, wrapped in black and crimson with the unmistakable crest of the BloodMoon Pack on his chest. My wolves let him through without a fight. Of course, they did. BloodMoon had stayed out of this war from the beginning. They didn’t pick sides when hell broke loose between my pack, the MoonLords, and the Darkwood wolves. They just watched from their tower in the north. I met the messenger in the council hall.He wasn’t one for pleasantries. “The MoonLord and Darkwood packs have reached out to BloodMoon,” he said. “They want a ceasefire. A trea
Scarlett’s POVRed room.A haven of temptation.Cloaked in shades of crimson so deep they seemed to bleed desireHeavy red velvet drapes framed the walls.The dim glow of a crystal chandelier spilled down like liquid gold.At the center, a majestic bed stood, whispering elegance and sin.On the far wall, a gilded mirror stretched nearly floor to ceiling, reflecting two figures mingling in tantalizing heat.Everything was whispering one thing to me. Surrender.And so I did.You must be wondering who I am?Tonight, I am trying not to remember who I am.Tonight, I am just a naive virgin who entered the Alpha’s ball disguised as a noble princess, when I am just a pitiful Cinderella, just to have a taste of disobedience and sin.Tonight, I am a sinner.Why did nobody tell me that being a sinner is so pleasurable`?A moan escaped my throat as he sucked on my breasts. The breast that did not even fill his big and manly hands. He was easily six feet and five inches and built like a mountain.
Scarlett’s POVOne day ago…Death.It is the perfect revenge.The ultimate escape.A dishonorable and humiliating death.Do I deserve it? Perhaps. Does it matter? Not in the slightest. Yet, I am certain of this: I do not deserve my childhood stolen, my adulthood tarnished, and my honor shredded to nothingness.My mother has been avenging me all my life for the crime of being born. I was born on the wrong day, during the worst lunar eclipse in centuries. Was it my fault? Did I choose this fate? I did not summon the eclipse. I did not shape the stars.And still, my mere existence was cursed—a child born with a wolf so feeble, it might as well be a rabbit. A secret so shameful that even my family remains unaware of it. It was better they think I am useless and incapable of shifting than to see the pitiful truth of my rabbit-sized wolf.Since my younger sister shifted, I have been the family’s punching bag and the pack’s disgrace. I am the Beta’s daughter, the war advisor’s blood, but my
Dante’s POVIt had been a week since Scarlet moved in with me. She didn’t talk much not that I expected her to. I didn’t push her to smile or pretend she was happy. Still, the way she moved around my house was like she belonged here and it was enough to get under my skin. She didn’t ask for permission to act like the queen of my place. She walked like she owned the damn place.And then this morning, everything shifted.A messenger arrived unannounced, wrapped in black and crimson with the unmistakable crest of the BloodMoon Pack on his chest. My wolves let him through without a fight. Of course, they did. BloodMoon had stayed out of this war from the beginning. They didn’t pick sides when hell broke loose between my pack, the MoonLords, and the Darkwood wolves. They just watched from their tower in the north. I met the messenger in the council hall.He wasn’t one for pleasantries. “The MoonLord and Darkwood packs have reached out to BloodMoon,” he said. “They want a ceasefire. A trea
Dante’s POVWhen I returned home, she was sprawled on the sofa, food packets scattered around her. She was fast asleep, completely unaware of the world. It was almost midnight—she had clearly been sleeping like this for a while. But why here? Why not in her own room?I gently picked her up in my arms and carried her to her bed. As soon as I laid her down, she curled up and hugged her own hand, like a child seeking comfort. I just stood there, watching her. She looked so peaceful, so quiet, so… innocent. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.And that’s when I realized—this woman was making me feel weak. Soft. I couldn’t afford that.I slowly took my hand out of hers and walked away from the room, reminding myself not to let my guard down. This woman would only bring chaos into my life. Destruction. Nothing more.Just as I stepped out of her room, the doorbell rang.Who could be here at this hour?I opened the door to find Rome standing outside.I narrowed my eyes. “Aren’t you supposed to be
Scarlet’s POVDante went to work. Or at least, that’s what I assumed. When I woke up, the place was empty and eerily quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning. I hadn’t slept all night. My mind wouldn’t rest. I hadd pretended to be brave, but beneath that facade was a nervous, awkward girl unsure of what came next. How was I supposed to face him now?Hunger eventually pulled me out of bed. I wandered into the kitchen, half expecting emptiness, but instead, I found it fully stocked. The fridge brimmed with fruits, milk, cheese, and things I could never even pronounce. On the counter was a note in Dante’s sharp, clean handwriting:"Feel at home."I raised a brow at that. Feel at home? Alright then. If that’s what you want, I’ll feel at home.There was a massive television in the living room probably the size of my entire old bedroom. At my home, I was never allowed such luxuries. I couldn’t even glance at the TV, let alone touch the remote. Joy, comfort, even laughter, they w
Dante’s POVAs she left the room and shut the door behind her with more fire than strength, I let out a slow, amused smile.Did she make me angry?No.She tried to.But I saw the tremble in her fingers. The way her voice cracked despite the venom in her words. She was terrified yet defiant. And that defiance... stirred something in me I shouldn’t be feeling.She was trying so hard to stand tall. To be fearless.And gods, wasn’t she beautiful when she burned.It was maddening.The same girl who had clung to me like a lifeline hours ago now spat accusations in my face. She hated me like she had every right to. And yet, some part of her still responded to me, like her body hadn't caught up to her mind’s rebellion.And some twisted part of me... responded to her too.She had no idea what she did to a man like me when she stood there, voice shaking, but spine straight. Like a flame daring the wind to try and snuff it out.A contradiction. A storm wrapped in bruises and scars.Something unt
Scarlet’s POVWhen I reached the Alpha’s estate, I realised it was the same place where he had thrown that extravagant ball. The estate looked just as it had that night. But now it looked empty. As if deserted.I was told the estate was divided into two parts. The front was for official business, and the back—the private side—was Alpha’s personal residence. No one was allowed back there.Of course. No one but me. Again.As I stepped inside, something twisted in my chest. I had been here before. This wasn’t just any place.This was that place.The same room. The same scent in the air. The same floor we had...I closed my eyes and tried to push the memory away. But it clung to my skin like a second layer. The shame, the heat, the confusion—it was all still there, just beneath the surface.As I moved further in, I heard the soft click of the front door closing behind me. The sound startled me, and for a moment, my breath caught. Then I let out a heavy sigh, reminding myself I wasn’t in d
Scarlet’s POV“Scarlet, I need to talk to you about something,” Elizabeth said as she approached me, her tone gentler than usual.I turned to her, sensing the weight behind her words. “What is it?”“It’s about your wolf.”I blinked. “Red?”She gave a slow nod. “Do you remember when I mentioned that I have a team of disciples and a small research department?”“I do,” I said quietly, remembering how proud she had looked when she told me.“There’s a case that came up recently. A young girl—she’s past the usual shifting age, but she hasn’t shifted yet. Her parents believed she was wolfless.” Elizabeth paused, her brow furrowed with concern. “One of my disciples went to examine her. At first, he said the same—no wolf. But after I asked him to check for something specific, based on what I observed in you… the results changed.”My heart beat a little faster.“She does have a wolf,” Elizabeth continued. “A very small, dormant one. Not strong enough to surface on its own. And she has no control
Scarlet’s POV“How are you feeling, dear?” Elizabeth asked softly, her warm eyes scanning my face for signs of pain.“Better,” I replied honestly.It had been three days since I arrived in this strange but quiet corner of the pack. The medicine Elizabeth had given me was working faster than I expected. The ache in my throat had dulled, and the bruises no longer burned with every movement. I could finally breathe without wincing.“You have been cooped up in that little room long enough,” she said, gently taking my arm. “It’s hard to heal when all you see are four walls. Let’s take a walk. The air will do you good.”And so, the two of us strolled through her garden, a sprawling, private space tucked behind her home. There were flowers blooming in every direction, but the scent in the air wasn’t entirely floral. It was sharp, complex... something richer than petals and earth.“Doctor,” I asked, sniffing lightly, “why does it smell so strong in here? It doesn’t smell like flowers… even th
As the council dispersed, a few elders approached me.“Alpha,” one of the elders said as the room began to thin out, “regarding your decision to appoint a new Beta... we believe the time is approaching.”I didn’t respond right away. I already knew what was coming.“We understand,” he continued, “that you’ve chosen to wait out of respect for the late Beta, to honour the mourning period. But the longer the seat stays empty, the more fractures will form within the pack.”He wasn’t wrong. The ambition was a restless thing, and the position of Beta had already become the centre of quiet scheming.“The politics have begun,” the elder added, lowering his voice. “They’re watching. Every candidate, every word you say.”Of course, they were.Another elder leaned forward. “Before his passing, the late Beta was heard saying there was no one better suited to lead beside you except Lady Vespara. If you choose to appoint her, we will not object.”But.The unspoken word hung between us like smoke.Th
Dante’s POVWhen I returned to my place, the silence didn’t soothe me. It only made her voice louder in my head.Scarlet.The same woman I once touched like she was sacred. The same woman who lay in this very room, tangled in sheets and moonlight, her breath soft against my chest as we unravelled one another.Now, she was a prisoner.And I... I was expected to decide whether she would live or die?What kind of twisted, merciless joke was this?I paced the length of my room like a caged beast, fury curling through every breath. I was angry at her for being here. Angry at fate for putting her back in my path. Angry at myself—for how I felt.I couldn’t find her when I needed to.Now I had found her and I might have to kill her?I spent the rest of the day like a miserable bastard. Brooding. Fuming. Thinking too much. Feeling too much.By the time the evening meeting began, the burden in my chest hadn’t eased.The pack gathered, the room filled with sharp voices and sharper memories. I st