“How long has it been going on?”The warriors have been dispersed.Roman is barely containing his anger and Fen just stands there mutely. Roman’s voice is a fierce growl as he asks again, “I said how long has it been going on! Were you fucking her with Hunter too?”I don’t know what to do right nowRoman’s anger is rising steadily and I can feel it coming with a vengeance. It’s ice cold, lethal, and dangerous. The Ironclaw warriors did indeed have footage of Fen and Elara in what looked like assault. Sexual assault to be precise.But that wasn’t all.“16th of September, nine years ago. The footage was captured nine years ago, Fen. Were you fucking my mate behind my back even then?” I massage my temples because hells. How will this ever be forgotten? Or forgiven?I don’t even understand it. The video footage the warriors showed us was from nine years ago. Fen and Elara, in a hall of the Ironclaw packhouse, making out fiercely. The warrior had apologized when we pointed out the time
Roman stays in the forests for a while.I try to see if I've regained more strength, and I have, just not enough to get up and walk. A part of my head wants me to believe it’s because of the baby.I’ve been getting tired easily lately, but it’s never hit me this hard before. Roman’s eyes - Fen’s scream…The way that force simply grazed me for a second but sent pain barrelling into me. Has he always been able to do that?My mind tries to come up with an explanation and brush it away as a new ability, or one he’s just never told me he had, but I can't get that image out of my head.The image and the feeling…. and FenI visibly sink deeper into my seat as I think of that.The video…. I can’t believe it. Fen and Elara? I don’t want to believe it. I can’tHe’s been Roman’s most trusted friend for so long. I’ve never seen Roman speak to anyone else the way he speaks to Fen. The relationship between them as friends has been admirable, and Fen has been with us through so much.I drag myself
Roman comes back when the sun has gone down.Fenrir is calm now, I can feel it…. Just that he’s not the kind of calm I would want him to be. Fenrir is distraught, and so is Roman.The Alpha has been betrayed by his Beta, and Roman has been betrayed by his friend. Roman falls willingly into my arms and I hold my large man, I console him silently. We both stay on the bed, Roman with his head in my lap while I rake my fingers through his hair slowly, the book I was reading earlier now discarded.I was stress reading and trying to get my mind off what just happened. It didn’t work.Roman falls asleep with his head where it is, and I move him gently, pecking him tenderly on the forehead before I slip into the bathroom for a bath.I want to wake him up and ask him to join me, because I can remember the days I had mood swings and he did the same for me. I don’t because this is more than a mood swing. I can live with the faint scent of grass and forest coming off him for tonight.I take the
Roman cocks an eyebrow up at me skeptically when I step out and soft laughter escapes me.“It’s not that bad, okay?”Roman’s chuckling when I look back at him and I smile at the sound of it. He nods and leans on his table again, his hands folded across his chest as he replies hoarsely, “It looks ravishing on you. There’s going to be a commotion because of it.”I smile wider and walk over to him. Kissing him is easier because of the heels and Roman runs his hands down the curve of my waist.He’s staring deep into my eyes when I break from him and I can see the question there. Why do I want to be the one to take Axios to get registered?I insisted on it when he said he would get someone to do it. I said I'd take him, and I plan to do that.As for my reason, I don't have much in regard to that.“I’ll be fine. I’ll be back in no time.”Roman nods and sees me down to the west wing of the mansion. To the room I once occupied with Maya when we first came here.It strikes me that I didn't kno
Roman’s pov.“You set your wife on me?”Elara barges into my office the way she seems fond of now and she asks that question, face contorted in rage and chest heavily. I raise my eyes to meet her and I ask,“Are you angry?”She does not take the question well.It’s obvious in the way her eyes widen. It’s obvious in the way her fists clench, her jaw tightens, her lips retreat into a tight line.Is she angry?“Am I angry?” Elara scoffs, “You’re asking me if I'm angry?”I nod and restrain the anger burning in my heart.Every inch of me screams at me to hurt her. To make her feel the same kind of pain I'm feeling. The pain she has caused me.Fenrir brings images of her with Hunter, of her with Fen, various scenarios each and every time, all the while I had been the mate who dedicated my life to her.My blood boils with each image that flashes by but I ignore my wolf. I ignore the wolf who has also just learned he’s been betrayed, and I act like the human side of me.“I’d like you to tel
Scarlett’s pov.“Are you friends with my mum?”I shake my head and stare out the window. It’s safe to say I feel sour right now.Not just sour - bitter, because who the hell does she think she is coming into my home and telling me I’m not man enough to challenge her?I am the Luna of the Ironclaw pack. I won’t be belittled by someone who’s only there because I haven't asked Roman to throw her out yet.The thought rings discordant the minute I think about it but I don't care. She’s caused Roman enough pain to feel sorry for what she did but she’s never for a minute shown any sign of remorse.“Do you know the bad man who tried to hurt my mum?”I groan low because I am not in the mood for this right now. My skin feels like even words could graze it and irritation crawls all over my flesh, irritation, and anger because, “My mum says I should avoid you.” Again I am brought to a complete halt in my train of thought and I frown as I look at Axios, crinkling my face in confusion as I ask, “
“Have a seat Aria.”Aria doesn’t take that order nicely because she snaps immediately.“Where the fuck is he Horace!”They’re on a first-term basis.I take stock of Aria’s outfit and see it’s simple. A dark skirt that hugs her hips, obsidian dark heels, a toffee blue shirt with black stripes and a diamond necklace that gleams. Her hair falls in dark waves down her back, and again it’s surprising how much the dark consistency of their hair seems to be the same.She doesn’t look like she’s been out drinking or partying, she’d wear jeans for that. My eyes catch onto the tag I formerly thought was a design on the shirt.It’s Ironclaw Prep’s crest.“Hi, Aria.”Aria jumps and almost goes stumbling to the floor. Dean Horace moves just in time to catch her. She steadies herself and pushes away from him swiftly, turning to face me. There’s a shocked look on her face.“Scarlett.” A name that echoes with surprise.I nod and she takes the reins of her current expression back, her face goes blank
“Did you choose pink for the halls on the night of a jubilee?”This conversation floats into my ears as I walk past the main hall, one of the Ironclaw females replies the male who asked, “No, the pink ribbon is for the kid's section, that space at the far corner of the hall. Make sure you intertwine it with blue.”The man being spoken to nods before giving me a bow and scampering off. I walk over to Nadia and smile at her.“You’re doing a great job. I don’t know what I'd have done without all of you.”She smiles good-naturedly and sighs in contentment, “I’m just happy I get to take some time off work and do something simple like this. Sometimes it’s all about the simple things.”I nod still smiling and bid her keep up the good work.Roman isn’t in his office when I get there, but I know he’s somewhere in the packhouse. I can feel him. If I focus, I'd probably be able to locate him.Roman’s office looks clean and neat. Pristine even now that I think of it.I walk over to the desk and r