Scarlett’s POV
As 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 don’t want to hear any complaints.”
Her hatred stung more than the slap. Would she care if I were gone? Would she ever truly care for me?
“Mommy!” Alyssia, the princess of the Rosetti family, skipped into the hallway. “Why did you give my pink dress to that ugly duckling? I hate seeing my clothes on her! It’s an insult to my fashion sense!”
My mother’s tone softened instantly. “Alyssia, my darling, that dress didn’t fit you anymore. Look at you, perfect in every way, while she—well, she doesn’t even have the curves of a real woman. We only gave it to her to show Alpha Juno’s family that we care. If they thought we were sending them damaged goods, your father might suffer the consequences.”
Satisfied, Alyssia pouted before brightening. “Did you leave me a gift in my room?”
“Yes, my sweet,” Mother cooed. Moments later, Alyssia’s delighted shriek echoed as she discovered the expensive dress she had coveted. “Mommy, you are the best! I love you so much!”
As I passed her in the hallway, holding her prized dress, she gloated about the difference in our treatment. But I was numb. Eighteen years of this had hardened me.
But not anymore.
Dressed and ready, I made my way to the dining room. Hector sat there, tall and imposing with a scar marring his cheek. Some called it a mark of valor. To me, it symbolized his cruelty. He was no hero. He was a monster who preyed on the weak, a coward who thrived in destruction.
“Scarlett, sit next to Hector,” my father commanded.
My heart froze, but I obeyed, sinking into the chair beside him. The maid, who tormented me daily, served me as though I were a pampered young miss. The pretense was nauseating.
As I forced a bite of food, my hands trembled and my heart raced. Then I felt it—a coarse hand on my thigh. His touch crept under my skirt, violating my skin. Tears stung my eyes as laughter and conversation continued around me as all of them were oblivious to my silent torment. And even if they were aware, it hardly mattered to them.
“I need some water,” I blurted, standing abruptly. Without waiting for a response, I fled to the kitchen as my breath ragged.
But he followed after me.
Before I could scream, I felt his chest against my back, his filthy hands roaming where they had no right to be. He touched my ass with one hand and breasts with another, “You need some fattening up,” he sneered, his voice dripping with malice.
My skin was disgusted. My eyes were full of tears. And my heart was screaming for help. But I was all alone with the abuse and torment of this family.
I pushed against him, quite desperate, but he was too strong. Only the sound of approaching footsteps made him retreat. Shaking, I escaped to my room and locked the door behind me.
There, I collapsed with tears streaming as I whispered to myself, “Death is more honorable than being with him.”
When my mother discovered I had left the table, her punishment as usual brutal. But no slap or no cane could ever hurt as much as his touch.
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 POVWhen I opened my eyes, I was inside a cage.The stench of blood, piss, and filth filled the air. The metallic tang of suffering clung to my throat, making it hard to breathe. Around me, I could hear the agonised screams of werewolves—wolves that were not fierce but broken. Helpless. Caged. Just like me.At least they had the strength to scream.I didn’t.I was too numb to feel. Too hollow to make a sound.My body lay sprawled on the cold, dirty floor, still draped in the wedding dress that had once been white. Now, it was ruined. Stained crimson with blood. But it was clinging to my skin like a sick reminder of what had happened.Every time I closed my eyes, the scene replayed, burning itself into my mind like a curse.My mother. The way she died.The way Alyssa moved, and then my mom was killed. It was over.I couldn't escape the memory. It haunted me, clawing at the edges of my sanity.She hated me. She tormented me. And yet… despite all the cruelty, she was still my
A blur. A rush of movement. A gust of wind.And suddenly, Rome was gone.He hit the ground with a heavy thud and now he was groaning in pain.I gasped, coughing violently as I collapsed onto the cold filthy floor as my body was convulsing from the lack of air.Through the haze of tears clouding my vision, I saw her.A woman stood where Rome had been. Her presence radiated power. Her violet hair cascaded down her back like liquid silk.She roared. “Have you lost your fucking mind? Do you even realize what you were doing?”Rome, still clutching his side from the impact, spat out venomously, “Shut up, Vespera! You don’t understand! Liam was my brother! My best friend! I was avenging him!”Vespera’s gaze didn’t waver. “Rome, as much as I respect your grief, you were wrong. Fucking wrong.” She added, “Now get the hell out of here before the Alpha finds out what you’ve done. Don’t disappoint him more than you already have.”The soldiers shifted uncomfortably, uncertain whether to follow her
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