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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
Dante’s POVThe grand hall buzzed with tension. This wasn’t just any meeting, it was a gathering of the pack’s most influential members, often summoned for a crisis discussion.The recent attack on the Moon Lord Pack had drained us. Resources were stretched thin. Our warriors—loyal, battle-hardened wolves—were wounded, some so gravely that they wouldn’t return to the battlefield for months. We needed reinforcements, but war wasn’t just fought with claws and fangs. It required wealth, provisions, and strategy. Right now, we were lacking all three.Then came the issue of recruitment. We needed new soldiers, but the cost of building an army was staggering. Someone suggested cutting the current warriors’ salaries to fund new recruits.My jaw clenched.The army was the backbone of our pack. If we slashed their wages, how would we retain our best fighters? How would we keep morale from collapsing? But the rules of my pack dictate that the decision of majority prevailed. I was not a tyrant.
Scarlet’s PovI opened my eyes.Soft. That was the first thing I noticed. I wasn’t lying on the hard, cold floor of the cage anymore. Beneath me was something soft, far too gentle to belong to the nightmare I had endured.The room around me looked like something straight out of a historical painting. Elegant, old-fashioned, and warm. The windows were open, allowing golden sunlight to stream inside, painting the walls in soft hues of morning glow.Sunlight.I blinked.Back in the Moon Lord Pack, it was always cold. The sky was often blanketed with thick, grey clouds, swallowing any trace of warmth. But here? It felt as if the very heavens had opened their doors and let the sun in just for me.Then it hit me.I gasped.“Oh my god... I died.”Of course. That was the only explanation.I must have died.I looked around in panic, my gaze landing on an old woman standing near the bed. She was dressed in a simple cotton gown, her white hair neatly tied back. She was short, delicate even, but w
Dante’s POVA few minutes ago."What brings you here, Dante?" Elizabeth asked as she walked to my side. Her voice was calm, but I could see the exhaustion in her eyes. Her grandson died, and the woman’s life collapsed. "I heard Vespara came to you," I said."Oh yes, she did. She brought a patient," Elizabeth replied, her tone turning grim. "She said the hospitals are overcrowded, so I took the girl in myself. She told me Rome attacked her. What was he thinking, going after a wolfless girl?"I stiffened. "She’s wolfless?""Yes," Elizabeth confirmed. "Too weak. If you so much as use normal force on her, her bones will snap like twigs. She is as fragile as a human."My jaw clenched. Why the fuck would Hector marry a fragile human? Then again, considering his twisted, bloody obsessions, maybe I shouldn’t be surprised."How is she now?" I asked."Broken," Elizabeth said bluntly. "She has old wounds, fresh ones… it'll take a long time for her to heal. And even then, some scars will never f
Dante’s POVThis has to be a joke. A sick, cruel joke of destiny.The woman I’ve been hunting, chasing like a lunatic across borders, through whispers and shadows was here. All along. In my own pack. In my own damn dungeon. And I didn’t even know.I made Liam find her like I was chasing a ghost. She was the first woman in decades who made me feel something—anything—and now fate spits in my face by telling me she has been a captive? A prisoner?Hector’s bride? A Rosetti Princess?What kind of fucking cosmic joke is this?She’s looking at me now. Those eyes—those eyes—they have lived in the back of my mind like a curse. Burned into every quiet moment. Every sleepless night. I close my eyes, and there they are.And now… now they’re staring back at me for real.I should be furious. I should be clear-headed. I should know exactly what to do. I’m the Alpha, for Moon’s sake. I give orders. I don’t freeze.But here I am. Frozen. Conflicted. Drenched in confusion and rage and something I
“You cannot tell the truth about yourself to Lady Elizabeth,” Vespara said quietly, her voice carrying the burden of something she didn’t want to admit. “I only wanted to get you treated. So I lied to her. I will confess... but only when the time is right.”I nodded slowly, the pain in my body dull compared to the ache of confusion twisting inside me.“Will you at least tell me,” I asked, “why everyone says I killed someone?”Vespara hesitated, then exhaled. “It’s not really about you,” she said. “We lost many soldiers in the attack. And... we lost our beta. Elizabeth’s grandson. He was very close to the Alpha—and to everyone else in the pack. His death was a blow none of us were prepared for. Now, everyone is angry. They want someone to blame. Your pack... and you, specifically, have become the target of their grief.”I smiled bitterly, the corners of my mouth lifting in something far from amusement. “Your people killed my mother,” I said. “Should I blame the doctor who treated me fo
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
When the morning came, I opened my eyes to find him already awake, and his gaze was fixed on me. There was no smirk, no teasing in his expression, just a quiet stillness, like he had been watching over me all night.The memories of last night flooded my mind in a slow crashing wave. The desperation, the closeness, the way he had held me like I was something worth saving. I didn’t know what to feel grateful, fragile, loved, ashamed, maybe all of it tangled into one tight knot in my chest.He didn’t say a word, but as if he could hear every loud, messy thought echoing in my mind, he pulled me gently closer and pressed a kiss into my hair. The warmth of it settled something deep inside me.I should have looked away. I should have said something. But I didn’t.Instead, I leaned forward and kissed him. Slowly. Softly.And he didn’t stop me.He kissed me back, deeper this time. His body was pressed against mine, the heat of his skin radiating through the thin sheet, and the simple proximit
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 could
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 hear
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.I
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?”Her