“You weren’t abducted that night were you?”Elara sits with her arms crossed over her chest and there’s a bitterness in her gaze as she replies sullenly, “What night are we speaking of here?”I can see the tick in Roman’s jaw. I can see how he’s annoyed but trying to hide it, how he’s pissed off but trying not to show it, how he would rather do anything else right now than be here and speak to the woman who betrayed him, but I don't interfere.Believe it or not, I think I might have a shorter fuse than Roman, so as he sighs and specifies, “The night of the attack. You weren’t abducted along with the pack were you?”, I smile softly with pride.Elara jolts immediately yet hides her shock all at once, she looks away, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”Roman chuckles derisively and I give him a look that playfully says don’t do that. He raises his hand in surrender and settles into his seat. Elara gives me a look I can't read.“You know I can smell it when you’re lying right?” Ro
“Why have you been following me?” Hunter glares at me like I just asked the question of the century and he darts his eyes to Roman, “Can we be left alone?” I refuse immediately, “No. Roman is my husband and he stays to hear everything. If you have something to say, say it now, to the both of us.” Hunter chortles and looks at me derisively, “You know me better than this, Scarlett. You know I can barely be coerced once I've set my mind on something. All those years gathering shit against me must have taught you that at least.” I huff lowly as the mark warms on my back and I return Hunter’s derisive stare, sneering “I wouldn’t have spent time gathering shit against you if you had given me a reason to love you. You abused me, and as hard as it is speaking to you right now, I’m doing it so you know I’ve healed from all that shit, I’ve healed from all the trauma you caused me and seeing you here again is threatening to give me PTSD so tell me, why the hell are you here? What the fuck do
Roman and I settle in a closed room to play the recording Mira handed over to me.Roman asks as he plugs the phone into his computer, “How do you think she got this?”I think about it for a while but nothing comes up so I shake my head and sigh, “No idea but let’s listen to it and see what’s so urgent.”Mira isn’t in the room with us right now but I told her I'd get back to her. Now I might have to question her but I'll decide on that after we’ve heard what’s on here.Roman starts playing the recording and Hunter’s voice floats into my ears immediately,“Where’s the child?” Hunter’s snarl is a low vicious thing but a female voice replies him immediately, “Tell me where he is first before I tell you where the child is.”There’s a stretch of silence in which no one speaks but Hunter’s grudging voice finally comes up, “I’ll bring him to you on the night of the festival, but swear to me Elara that you will tell me where the child is.”There’s a low chortle and a scoff, “Fulfill your prom
Priam is waiting for me in a parking lot a few blocks down the estate where the Ironclaw packhouse is located and there’s a hard look on his face when our eyes meet.I’d have thought he’d be smiling or looking jovial but he’s not. He looks slightly tired, pissed off even. My mood isn’t any better so I tamp down on whatever his face makes me feel and I open our conversation with one statement, “You dropped seventeen missed calls on my phone.”He nods and I huff, “Seventeen? It’s not an issue but a text would have worked better, like ‘Hey Scarlett, it’s me, Priam.’ ”At this a slight smile enters his eyes and I tuck away the fact that Priam has changed since the last time I was actively in his space. He was irritable and grumpy then, but now he just looks wizened and a bit more mature. His apology is a low “I’m sorry I dropped seventeen missed calls. I should have texted.” I shrug and rest on the hood of his car the same way he is, hands folded across his chest and legs crossed. His o
“What’s that?”I jump so hard the hot liquid in my hand almost goes tumbling out.Roman’s scent is a wintery thing in my nose as he moves, the action bringing a light gust of wind to caress my cheeks when he stops behind me, steadying the cup in my hands with his and his voice rumbling in my ear when he leans low to ask, “What’s wrong?”My heart is pounding.My pulse is racing but all the same I lean into Roman and ask playfully, “How do you know anything’s wrong? I was spooked, that's all.”I turn my head to look at Roman’s reaction and he has an eyebrow cocked up, a very funny, skeptical, questioning eyebrow that makes me chuckle and has him holding me even more while we stand. His question still hangs in the air though and just when I'm about to relent with a sigh we’re interrupted by high-pitched chatter and laughter.The room falls silent the moment the ladies see me and my eyes go wide because they’re looking at me and Roman!I have a meeting with the Ironclaw females today and
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Roman’s pov. “Have you ever imagined that all you know about Elara might not be so true?” Scarlett is on the phone with me and my hand has paused over the lunch she sent but a frown lines my face. “Does this have to do with the memory you saw of her in the forest?” Scarlett chuckles nervously on the other end of the phone and answers with a shy, “Yes, but it’s also not entirely about that anymore. I think something isn’t consistent about Elara like she’s different.” “The same way Hunter also seems different?” Scarlett falls silent like those words just stung her but I never meant for them to hurt her, “Scarlett?” She answers with a hum and I test the waters, “Are you okay?” She chuckles and scoffs, “Yeah, I'm okay. Hunter talk doesn’t trouble me that much anymore.” A soft grin lights my lips as I lean back in my seat, “It’s okay to admit if it does y’know. Talking about Elara leaves a sore feeling in my throat.” A dry laugh escapes Scarlett and she replies, “Same way I feel a
Scarlett’s pov.Roman breaks the news to me the next day. His father wants us to attend his mum’s memorial.I chuckle and frown warily, “But we’ve always attended your mum’s memorial. We did it last year.”Roman nods and guides me close to him with his hand behind my neck. I kiss him because it seems he needs it and because I like it and Roman sighs afterward. It’s a content sigh but it’s also a sigh that tells me something is up so I lean into him and place my arms on his chest, overlapping my hands and placing my chin on it as I stare up at him.“What’s up?”I know he didn’t sound happy when I asked him to keep an eye out for Elara, and while I know it’s going to be hard for him to do it, if that’s what’s making him this way then I'll ask him to drop it.There’s no amount of information I could get on Elara that would make me compromise Roman’s happiness.Roman’s voice is sullen as he responds.“My father said my mum knew something was up.”When my eyebrows crease in confusion Roman