Scarlett’s POV
Red room. A haven of temptation. Cloaked in shades of crimson so deep they seemed to bleed desire Heavy 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. Even if I pushed him, he would not budge, not like I wanted to. He was dangerously handsome. Tall and broad-shouldered. His dark, unruly hair framed a face of sharp angles, his jawline dusted with stubble that only added to his rugged allure. I swore that his eyes were beautiful obsidian, despite his danger, but now they were molten gold as he was holding my gaze and sucking and marking my body. My skin tightened under his wicked touch. The lower part of my body began to throb. To conceal it, I gathered her legs together—or at least, tried to. All while being embarrassed. Before I could close my parted legs, the man’s hand dug between her thighs and told her sternly, “Not now, princess. I need to get inside you.” My scared violet eyes met his obsidian-turned-gold ones as he gave her a wicked smirk which reminded me of all the danger I should run away from, but I am attracted to right now. Never have I ever been touched by a man but he promised me of ruining my body for anyone else. His dominant voice reminded her, “I will ruin this perfect body of yours.” I should be afraid but I am excited. That's what I want. Someone to ruin my heart and soul. Corrupt me. “Ahhh!” He brought back my attention to him by biting on my breast and rubbing my vagina folds at the same time. The novel sensation of losing control of my body for a moment made me feel numb. “Didn’t that feel good?” He asked with that cocky attitude of his while his mischievous fingers teased my clit which hardened at his touch. “But nothing can come close to this…” She felt something warm, hard, soft and fragile at the same time touching the opening of her vagina. He removed the last layer of his clothes. And he stood in all his naked glory. As he turned around, I was startled by the massive wolf tattoo on his back that had golden eyes just like his and as he turned towards her, she was scared. There was a dagger tattoo on his chest. It was not his dagger that scared me, but the huge scar behind it. Then, I noted that what I had initially thought were fine details in his wolf tattoo were just scars from various battles that the man might have fought for his Alpha. But it was not all… Oh my God. My jaw dropped as I looked between the man’s legs. I had already guessed it would be big because the man’s physique was significant. But that wasn’t normal. Without exaggeration, it was thicker than my wrist and longer than my face. Werewolves were built differently, but he was on another level. He was massive. He might as well have been the king of cocks, if there was a place as such. I flushed crimson as the man laughed as if he knew what I was thinking. “Are you ready?” He asked her. Now the nervousness settled inside me as I asked like a stupid virgin. “ How am I going to fit that inside me?!” He laughed at my reaction. He said, “How about we try and find out?” I felt a burn at the place where his cock was entering inside me. I dug my claws into his back flesh as he entered. Through the narrow gap, his cock’s head narrowly squeezed inside, and I screamed in pain. It was not as pleasurable as other werewolves described it, nor was I enjoying it. My body was filled with fear and pain. Perhaps he noticed it too. But he did not stop. Instead, he pulled his cock a bit back and locking his eyes into mine, he pushed all inside me at once. And I screamed in pain, sin and slow pleasure. He whispered, meeting his eyes, “You are so tight…” But unlike his previous cocky voice, the man’s eyes were filled with little concern for her now. His thrusts were slow, but my body felt a wave overwhelming me as my pupils dilated and lord knew why I was screaming when everything was feeling good. He was biting me with his sharp canines as he was moving inside and outside. My gaze happened to fall on the mirror, which reflected two figures, involved in devious sin. The white sheet underneath us was like a canvas and our blood was paint and, like he told me before, he would use my blood to create his masterpiece to remember me forever. He was weird and perhaps a freak… but do I care? Remember me, Scarlet Rossi, the forgotten daughter of Beta Vincent who is betrothed to Alpha’s brother. Giving away my virginity to a stranger whose name I refused to know, the stranger that I met at a ball organized my pack’s biggest enemy. I, Scarlett Rossi, might have just started a war.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
Scarlett’s POVAs I entered the house, laughter echoed from the dining room. One voice sent a shiver down my spine. I knew who it belonged to. The man I wished never to see again.Despite knowing my mother’s wrath awaited if I were late for dinner, I tried to sneak to my room, hoping to avoid him. But my attempt failed. My mother caught me as her face was stormy with anger.“Why are you late?” she snapped. “I told you this morning to return early! Hector is here to meet you. It’s the first time he has visited since your engagement, and you dare to slack off?”I opened my mouth to explain, “But Mother, I—”Slap.Her hand struck my cheek hard. Tears welled up as I looked at her. Her voice was sharp as a blade. “If I hear you say one more time that you don’t want to marry Hector, I will end your life, Scarlett! Be grateful Alpha Juno has shown mercy.”“Go to your room,” she ordered coldly. “Alyssia has lent you a dress for tonight. Make yourself presentable and entertain your fiancé. I d
Scarlett’s POVLate at night, I paced in the shadows of my room as the restless energy of my wolf was stirring faintly in my chest. I could tell Red would wake up anytime now. My wolf, Red, was so worn out that she usually slept for weeks and woke up for a few minutes each time.I had devised the perfect plan to sneak out to Alpha Dante’s ball. Every fiber of my being screamed that this night would change everything.“Dress,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the soft rustle of the curtains. “I need a dress.”My thoughts locked on the sparkly blue gown Alyssia had been flaunting earlier."I have a dress," I muttered to myself, "Now, I just need a way to steal it."The hallway was quiet but the muffled voices of my mother and Alyssia drifted through the crack of her door. I crouched closer as my ears strained to catch their conversation.“Mommy, did you forget about our real plan?” Alyssia’s voice was soft, too conspiratorial.“No, sweetheart, I didn’t,” my mother replied. Her
Scarlett’s POVThe full moon lit up the sky, its silvery glow shining down on the enormous estate in front of me. My heart was racing as I stepped out of the taxi, the long and flowing skirt of my stolen blue gown brushing the gravel under my feet. I stood still for a moment, staring in awe at the mansion before me.Alpha Dante’s manor was stunning and intimidating, with tall towers reaching into the night sky and ivy climbing up its dark stone walls. A warm light glowed from its windows, and I could hear the faint thrum of music and laughter spilling out.I adjusted the mask on my face and took a deep breath. The air smelled fresh and wild, like pine trees mixed with something deeper…like something untamed. My wolf stirred faintly inside me as if sensing my excitement once again.Two guards dressed in black stood there with sharp and serious eyes. I hesitated, feeling small and out of place in this grand world. My gown, my courage, even my dreams—they all felt stolen.“Name?” one of
Scarlett’s POV“Like what you see?”I turned to face him. A tall, broad man with obsidian eyes that pierced deep into me. He wore a plain black mask, such a contrast to his dark suit with velvet streaks, and was making him appear even more mysterious and dangerous.“I believe this is the first time you have seen something like this,” he said, his voice filled with amusement.I swallowed hard. “I… I have seen it before,” I replied, though my words felt weak and uncertain.He raised an eyebrow, trying to appear intrigued. “Where?” He was toying with me as if enjoying the game.“Pornography,” I blurted out, immediately regretting it.He laughed a laugh which was low and rich. A sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Cinderella…”“What?” I asked, confused.“You look like Cinderella with that gown and your hair,” He chuckled darkly. “Are you sure this is the right place for you?”My frustration bubbled to the surface. “Who are you to tell me where I belong? I’m an adult, and I know how to
Dante’s POVShe was gone.A princess waltzed into my life, igniting the dormant feelings I thought had long since died. And then, without a trace, she vanished.Not a single damn trace.I could still smell her. Her vanilla and something sweet scent clung to my sheets. A scent so intoxicating, it was almost like I could taste it and as if it was burned into my soul.But it wasn’t just her scent.Her blood stained the sheets, too.I marked her with my teeth. Her soft, delicate skin was now marred with my canines. The bite was still fresh in my mind as the pulse of her heartbeat under my teeth echoed in my head. No hallucination could feel so real."Alpha, we have searched every CCTV, every bus and train station, and there is no trace of a woman in a blue gown with red hair," Killian’s voice broke through the haze of anger clouding my mind. His words and the doubt they carried were like poison twisting in my gut. He thought I was losing my mind. They all did. I know it would not be the
Scarlet’s POVIt was the day.The day I dreaded.The day I had been waiting for.I sat before an old and intricate mirror. In it, my reflection was almost unrecognisable. The room buzzed with movement og maids, stylists, and attendants. All fussing over me as if I were the most important person in the world.How ironic.They say that when you die, people ultimately pay attention. Even those who never cared find something kind to say. Maybe that was why they were all looking at me now.But I wasn’t dead. Not yet.Their attention on me was suffocating. Every touch, every whispered word, felt like I was being shaped into something I wasn’t. Something I would never be. Something I wished to escape at any cost. Even if the cost was death. "Is she ready?" My mother’s voice cut through the noise."Yes, Mrs. Rosetti. Miss Rosetti is ready," the makeup artist said.I turned to look at my mother, standing tall in a gown of deep champagne, diamonds and pearls glistening against her beautiful sk
Dante’s PovI stood still in the temple, surrounded by the haunting echoes of chants reverberating through the sacred halls. The air was thick with sorrow, heavy with the weight of a loss too great to bear. Around me, the pack stood in solemn silence, their heads bowed in mourning.But this grief wasn’t just for any fallen warrior.We had lost the heart of our pack.We had lost Liam.He had been more than just my Beta. He was my brother in every way that mattered—my confidant, my family. And now he was gone, reduced to ashes because of a war I had fueled with my own hatred and thirst for revenge.The guilt gnawed at me, relentless and unforgiving. If I hadn't been so blinded by anger if I had made different choices, would Liam still be alive? Would he still be standing beside me instead of lying in a cold urn, his presence nothing more than a memory? But it was too late for regret. The damage was done. Irreversible.My gaze drifted through the sea of grieving faces until it settled on
Scarlet’s POVI couldn’t accept it. No… this thought, this looming truth, it couldn’t be real. I didn’t know what would become of me. My life was spiralling out of control, slipping through my fingers like grains of sand. I clung to him, desperately, like a drowning soul latching onto driftwood in a stormy sea. I held him as tightly as I could, because if I let go… I would fall.He was the only solid thing left in my world. My anchor. My pillar of strength. Without him, I would shatter.My mind was muddled, scattered, lost in fear, lost in the crushing weight of tomorrow. My trembling fingers reached for him, again and again, needing to feel every inch of him. But it wasn’t enough. No closeness could be enough.I wanted to be closer. So close, I would melt into him. So close, I could seep beneath his skin, flow in his bloodstream, hide within his heartbeat.Because if I had to leave him tomorrow, I didn’t want to exist as a memory. I wanted to become a part of him. A piece he coul
Scarlet's POVBlood-stained, fury etched into every line of his face as eyes blazing with rage but when he saw me, curled up and naked, covered in wounds and shame, in his closet something in him shattered.His jaw clenched as he turned sharply toward the soldiers behind him.“Everyone. Out. Now,” he commanded, his voice deadly calm.Boots shuffled quickly out of the room. The door shut. Silence.Then he knelt.He reached for me, gently, as though I would break at his touch.But I recoiled, tears blurring my vision. I pushed at him, trembling. “Don’t… don’t touch me. I’m dirty…” My voice cracked. “I’m spoiled… stained. Dante, please… don’t…”“Hush,” he whispered, pulling me into his arms anyway, as if to shield me from the very air around us.I didn’t resist for long.I collapsed into him.And I cried. I cried like a child. He held me through it, against his soul, not letting go. Not once.I don’t know how long I cried. Only that he never stopped holding me.Then he carried me in his
Hector grabbed me by the throat, his grip like a vice while choking the air out of my lungs.“You dared to call that bastard?” he growled, eyes gleaming with fury. “Let me show you who really owns you.”I clawed at his hand, struggling to breathe, my other hand desperately reaching behind me. My fingers brushed against the nightstand, searching for anything—something—to save myself. Then I felt it: a small glass vial. The poison. The one Alyssa had given me. It was the one meant for Dante. She had told me to pour it directly on his heart. It would kill him.But I wasn’t going to use it on Dante.As Hector bit into my skin, sinking his teeth with vicious hunger, I wrapped my fingers tightly around the bottle. My hand shook, but I didn’t hesitate. With one sudden motion, I uncorked it and poured the poison onto his back.He let out a bloodcurdling scream. It was inhuman, raw, guttural pain ripping through him. His skin hissed where the poison touched, like acid on flesh. I had never hea
Warning: The few chapters contains sensitive content, including references to sexual assault, trauma, and emotional distress. Reader discretion is strongly advised. If you are sensitive to such topics or find them triggering, please proceed with caution or consider skipping this chapter.It seemed Alpha Dante had been helping Vespara with her preparations because he did not return all night. Vespara had already left along with many of the soldiers she came with. The house felt too quiet for its own good. I suddenly miss Dante and Vespara. Although Dante was avoiding me because he thinks I will pounce on him, which I planned to, but is on hold for now, I still miss him. It was just as the first ray of dawn broke across the sky when I heard movement outside the bedroom. My heart lifted for a moment. I thought it was Dante. I hadn’t seen him since the morning, and the idea of seeing him again gave me a fleeting sense of comfort.But when I stepped into the living room, it wasn’t Dante.
When I returned to the room, my breath was shallow and ragged, like I had been running for my life. In some ways, I had.Vespara looked up from the corner of the bed where she sat wrapped in silence, her eyes narrowing as soon as she saw me. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.I smiled.But it wasn’t the kind of smile one gives to reassure. It was the kind born of secrets, of plans stitched together in shadows. I had clarity now. I had a purpose. The destruction of the Moonlord pack wasn’t just revenge anymore, it was freedom. Solace. A beginning.I stepped closer. My voice dropped, quiet but steady. “Do you want to solidify your position as Beta?”She blinked, confused, frowning as if unsure she’d heard me right. “What?”I sat beside her, leaned in just enough for her to listen what I am going to say. If there are stronger wolves around us, they may listen to us. Dammit. I wish I could have a mind link right now. “On the outskirts of the Moonlord territory,” I
I stared at her, my throat dry. “And what if I don’t want to?”She smiled and it was worse than a threat. It was a promise.“You will return to the pack sooner or later. And when you do, you know exactly what awaits you.”Alyssa leaned in, her voice now a slow venomous drip.“Juno—no, Hector—he will punish you in ways you can’t even imagine. He will break you, Scarlet. You will be his wife, his property, his soulmate. Every breath will belong to him. And no one will stop it.”I felt something inside me crumble, just a little.“Kill Dante.” Her words sliced through the air. “Tonight. Or tomorrow, Alpha will accept Dante’s offer and hand you back. You will be dragged back in chains, Scarlet. Your silence will not save you. And your screams—” she smirked, “—they will be just the beginning.”I shivered. Not from the cold, but from the familiar darkness I thought I had escaped.“You think you can run?” Alyssa's voice slithered out like venom. “Even if you escape this pack, even if you fle
It was dinner time. Vespara didn’t want to go downstairs. Her face was pale and her shoulders curled inwards as if she was trying to disappear into herself. I didn’t ask why because her silence was answer enough. So, I offered to bring food up for both of us.She had confided in me. She had cried in my arms, shaken with fear, rage, and heartbreak. No one had ever trusted me like that before. And even if I didn’t understand everything she was carrying, I wanted to protect her in the only way I could. She became a friend to me in this time. She did not held back anything between us. Since we were already sharing secrets, she turned to me and asked softly, “Can I ask you something?”I had no idea what was coming, but I nodded anyway.Then came her question and for a moment, I forgot to breathe. “Did you come to the Alpha’s Ball?”I looked at her, stunned. There was no reason to lie. What difference would it make now?I nodded.Her eyes widened, and then she broke into a wide grin.
Scarlet's POVWhen we reached the room, Vespara sat silently on the corner of the bed, her back slightly hunched, her gaze lost somewhere in the space between the wall and the window. I watched her for a while, then finally asked, gently, “Do you want to talk about it?”She let out a breath, not quite a sigh, just air escaping from the cracks in her carefully guarded shell. “I don’t know,” she said. “What will I even say? What decision can I possibly make?” Her fingers tightened around the blanket beneath her.“If I keep the baby, my whole life turns upside down,” she whispered. “I will never become Beta. Rome will use it against me, call me weak, unfit, emotional. I will lose before I ever get the chance to fight. But if I don’t keep it—” her voice broke for a second, “—if I give up the baby for my future… how do I look at myself in the mirror after that? This baby is the only part of him I have left. The last piece of Killian. The last blood of Elizabeth. What do I do, Scarlet?”He
Scarlet's POV“This can’t be true! This can’t be true!” Vespara’s voice cracked as she stumbled back a step. “I can’t be pregnant!”She was panicking.I reached for her, wrapping my arms around her trembling body. “Calm down. Hey. Hey, it’s okay. It’s fine. I’m right here. You’re going to be okay.”Never in my life did I think I would see someone like Vespara who was always so fierce, so strong fall apart like this. But here she was, completely cracking. She looked terrified, like her entire world had just crumbled. What kind of weight did this pregnancy carry for her? Why was it shaking her so deeply?She clutched the counter for support. “How can I be pregnant?” she whispered again, and then her strength gave way. Her shoulders began to shake as tears streamed down her cheeks. She broke down, sobbing.I hugged her tighter. “Vespara… It’s okay. You don’t have to do this alone. If you’re not ready to be a mom, there are always other options. You can—”“No!” she cried, shaking her head