Scarlett’s POVI woke with a pounding headache, reminding me I’d overdone it with the vodka last night. The bitter cold and nerves had pushed me to drink too much, and now I was paying the price.The memory of Lucian and Maxwell’s private conversation weighed on my mind. It gnawed at me, the feeling of being shut out, especially when it concerned my life. I didn’t like being left in the dark, not when my fate was involved.After freshening up quickly, I found myself restless, my head too full of anxious thoughts to sit still. Even though the guys had lifted the chore duties, I decided to keep busy. The idleness was suffocating, and besides, I’d noticed that their staff never entered their rooms. It felt intentional, so I took it upon myself to clean up.Once I finished, I scanned their bookshelf, hoping to find something to read. Something light, with no hint of romance. The last thing I needed was a reminder of love or mates—I was living my own twisted version of that already.But no
Scarlett’s POVLucian’s eyes flicked over me, sceptical yet intrigued. “And how do you plan to reach the West? To survive out there, penniless, without protection?” His voice carried a biting edge as if daring me to falter.I met his gaze steadily. “I’ll walk as far as I can. Someone will show me kindness eventually.” I could see a flicker of disbelief in his eyes, a scornful smirk. “And I’ll make sure no one knows I’m a Vladislav.”He let out a mocking laugh. “You think you’ll survive on determination alone, trudging through the cold on foot?”“Determination is a strong force,” I replied evenly, and he stopped laughing, a glint of surprise dawning in his eyes.“You’re serious,” he murmured, finally grasping my resolve.Maxwell stepped in. “Of course, she’s serious, Lucian. You can feel it, can’t you?” Lucian sat heavily on the couch as if caught off guard, leaving me standing, the weight of my words settling in the air between us.“When Clay gets here…” Lucian paused, considering. “I
Maxwell’s POVThe realization hit me like a freight train. Scarlett—despite everything we’d heard, everything we’d believed—was a virgin. There was no lie in her eyes, no deception. All this time, we’d treated her with contempt, lashing out, blinded by false assumptions and resentment. We’d unleashed anger on an innocent, all because we’d thought she’d betrayed the mate bond. If this was true, then we had committed an unspeakable wrong against her, punishing her for things she’d never done.The entire picture began to shift, and I was left questioning everything we’d been led to believe. Who had Thomas really been following? Who was that girl Vladislav introduced to us, letting us believe she was Scarlett? Nikolay had deceived us in life, but it seemed we’d let him keep deceiving us even in death. And David—he’d handed her over like some tool, without a shred of dignity, furthering her shame instead of honoring her.Stasia, for all her loyalty, had been a mistake—a painful, repeated m
Maxwell’s POV“Maxwell, if you have grievances, take them out on me. Leave Stasia out of this,” Lucian said, positioning himself protectively in front of her.“When you get her out of here, I will,” I shot back, my voice cold. “There’s no place for her in this apartment. And if you insist on forcing her to live with us, then I’ll take my part of the North and leave. Enough of this ‘brotherhood’ nonsense, Lucian. You’re selfish and heartless, thinking only of yourself.”Lucian’s eyes narrowed in anger. “All this…for a tainted whore?”The rage surged inside me, and I stepped closer, refusing to let his words go unanswered. “Don’t you dare call Scarlett a tainted whore again. She’s better than your social-climbing mistress, who, by the way, wasn’t a virgin when you first brought her here.” Stasia’s face crumpled, tears streaming down as she realized the disdain we all felt for her now. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Scarlett rise quietly from her seat and make her way to the door, de
Maxwell’s POVClay stepped into the room, and it hit him immediately—a thick, almost stifling tension filled the space, weighing down on every corner.His brows furrowed as he tried to make sense of the strange atmosphere.“What… what happened here?” he asked, voice edged with confusion. His gaze wandered slowly around the room, taking in the fragments of what he didn’t yet understand. Then, as if a realization dawned on him, he looked up. “Where’s Scarlett?”I noticed Lucian’s eyes flick in my direction, a silent cue that did little to comfort me. So, with a sigh, I confessed.“I told her to rest in your room,” I said, almost bracing for his reaction. I fully expected him to object, maybe even demand an explanation, but he didn’t. Instead, his response was different—unexpected, even.“It’s about time,” he murmured, and his words tugged at something deep within me, filling me with a pang of shame I hadn’t anticipated. He didn’t know the things I knew, the secrets that had slowly poiso
Maxwell’s POVScarlett stepped back from the door, her eyes darting to mine with a mixture of curiosity and unease. I offered her a gentle smile, hoping to ease her nerves. Clay and I entered, glancing around the small, modest room. It was simple, far from the opulence she must have known in the South, but she seemed to find peace here. Her expression was calm, as if grateful for the small space and its quietude. She didn’t need luxury; she needed a haven.“Scarlett,” I began softly, wanting to break the silence, “when’s your next birthday?” The question made her eyes shift away, as if she knew why I was asking. If anything between us was to bloom into something deeper, she’d have to be of age, and we’d have to wait until then. I felt an odd impatience twist inside me, wanting to skip ahead to a time when there’d be no such barriers.“Four months,” she replied, her voice low, and I nodded, feeling the weight of those four months like stones in my chest. But I’d wait. I had to wait. So
Scarlett’s POVThree days had passed since Maxwell and Clay arranged for me to have my own room. On the surface, it seemed like a small, kind gesture, but in my world, kindness was a fleeting thing, like magic—a trick that dazzles for a moment and vanishes without a trace. It didn’t take long for Maxwell to piece together that I was a virgin, and I could only hope that knowledge would put an end to the degrading names. For three days, I stayed in that small, quiet space, trying to savor the peace while it lasted. The omegas brought my meals, but I saw the way they looked at me—distant, almost disdainful. They had little respect, but for once, I didn’t care.I learned that Maxwell and Clay had traveled, which explained the eerie silence surrounding me. The absence of their protective presence meant I was left alone with Lucian, and that thought haunted me.I knew Lucian resented me more than either of them, a cold, calculated hate that made the air feel heavier whenever he was nearby.
Scarlett’s POVLucian’s words struck like daggers, each one sharper than the last. “Clay and Maxwell might care for you, but I don’t, and I never will. I didn’t bring you here to dine with us—you’re beneath me. I don’t eat with people like you. I brought you here to set your boundaries.” His tone was icy, his gaze filled with disdain. Each word was designed to hurt, to remind me just how little he regarded the bond we shared.A shiver of anger and pain shot through me, but I held back my tears, swallowing them down. He was the one who disrespected the bond, not me. He was the one flaunting his lust for someone else. And now, with Clay and Maxwell gone, I was forced to endure every word, every bitter drop of his contempt, without an ounce of protection.“Stasia has moved in today,” he continued, gesturing to her with an approving glance that turned my stomach. “I don’t want you entering this place again. She’ll handle the chores here, and I’m sure Clay and Maxwell will agree. Make your
Lucian’s POVElsa was hiding something from us. I could tell. She thought it would be better for us not to know, like she was shielding us from some truth that could break us. I prayed, deeply, that whatever she was holding back wasn’t something too awful, something that would shatter what little we had left.“I just need the spirit to give us a sign,” Maxwell murmured, his voice thick with grief as tears rolled down his cheeks.That’s all we really wanted—a sign. A clear path. We needed something solid, something real to grasp onto in this dark, foggy mess.Elsa’s face was calm as she replied, “I’ve already told you—the spirits say to form an alliance with the West. They are pointing west.”But I shook my head, frustration edging my voice. “Not for the war, Elsa. I need a direction to find Scarlett.”She lowered her head, a sad acknowledgment in her expression. “I don’t have magic, Alpha. I only know what the spirits choose to share with me. But I’ll tell you this: bittersweet news i
Lucian’s POVThe room was filled with a heavy, suffocating silence. I felt my heart sink as I realized what this meant. Scarlett was out there, exposed and vulnerable, in a state that made her a target for any predator, any alpha, and we had no idea where she was or how to find her. And somehow, she was trying to reach us, trying to connect, but something was keeping her from us.The silence after Elsa’s words was suffocating. Her gaze held a sorrowful understanding, as if she saw through all the bitterness and regret we carried, all the wounds we had inflicted on ourselves and on Scarlett. Maxwell, fists clenched, got up and swung his fist hard into the wall, his knuckles splitting against the impact. I could feel the anguish radiating from him, a shared pain we both bore for what we had done to her.“I’m sorry,” Elsa said softly, her eyes flickering with genuine sadness. But her words offered no comfort; they only deepened the ache within me.I took a steadying breath, forcing mysel
Lucian’s POV“I’m sorry, Maxwell,” I murmured, desperation clawing at my voice. “I swear, I’ll do whatever it takes to make things right.”He looked at me, his face streaked with tears, his eyes hollowed by sorrow and anger. “You can’t bring her back, Lucian,” he whispered, his voice shaking. “You can’t… you can’t fix it. Don’t you see that?” He buried his head in his hands, the weight of grief pressing down on him until his shoulders slumped forward, defeated.“We took everything from her,” he continued, his words choked with guilt. “She had nothing, Lucian—no money, no security, no one. We stole it all. Nikolay was right to keep her from us… he saw what we were, what we’d do to her.” His voice cracked, and he wept openly, the kind of raw, unfiltered grief that comes when there’s nothing left to lose.“Please, Maxwell,” I urged, reaching for something—anything—that might bridge this chasm between us. “I know you felt it, too. She’s out there somewhere, and we can find her. I’ve been
Lucian’s POVThe memories twisted inside me, vivid and merciless. I thought of the day Maxwell and I came home and made her wear those damp, uncomfortable clothes because we refused to let her use our things.The cold-heartedness of it sickened me now, yet she had never complained. She just bore it all, quietly, with a strength we didn’t deserve to witness. And even after everything, she had opened her heart to us. She allowed herself to love us, to see something good in us when we gave her every reason not to.I clenched my fists, feeling the fire of anger and guilt burn within me. How could we have allowed people like Bianca, Stasia, and Gregory to treat her with such contempt? We favored the pack, protected their petty feelings over the well-being of the one who was supposed to be our mate, our equal. And now, we were paying for it. This mess was ours, a twisted reflection of everything we’d allowed and encouraged.The image of Timothy and Tasha flashed in my mind, and I felt a whi
Lucian’s POVLiving without Scarlett felt like drowning in darkness. Every day was an empty, colourless stretch, filled with nothing but sorrow. There was no joy left in my life, no light, no purpose. I spent most nights with a bottle in hand, numbing myself until I felt nothing at all. But even that brought no relief—it only deepened the void she left behind.Clay hadn’t given up, though. He clung to hope like it was the last shred of light in a world swallowed by shadows. He showed her photo to everyone he met, asking, pleading for any sign of her. He offered rewards, desperate promises, anything to find her again. But the days passed, and there was no news. His eyes looked more hollow with each passing day.And Maxwell… he was barely a man anymore. I saw the emptiness in his eyes, a haunting vacancy that mirrored my own. At first, he’d lash out, his anger finding no other place to go. Bianca and her child bore the brunt of his rage, but even he realised that hurting others wouldn’t
Scarlett’s POVThe car came to an abrupt stop, and Keith pulled away, stepping out quickly and rounding the vehicle to open my door. He lifted me out with ease, holding me as if I weighed nothing, his arms steady and unyielding. I clung to him, my body pressed against his as he carried me into the mansion.“All male workers—leave the premises immediately!” he called out, his voice echoing through the grand halls. The urgency in his tone left no room for argument, and as we moved deeper into the house, I felt the space empty around us, leaving only the two of us alone in our need.He laid me gently on the bed, and I couldn’t tear my dress off fast enough, the fabric tearing as I pulled at it, desperate to feel his skin against mine. The ache inside me was unbearable, like a burning hunger that wouldn’t be sated. Keith’s touch was the only thing that grounded me, the only thing that eased the frantic beat of my heart.He touched my forehead, his fingers gentle, his gaze full of concern
Scarlett’s POVEvery fiber of my being wanted to strike him down, to make him feel even a fraction of what he’d put me through.Before Geoffrey could mutter another insincere word, two hefty men appeared and seized him, dragging him away from the crowd and out of sight. I barely had time to process what was happening before Keith gently wrapped his arm around me, guiding me back to our table, his touch grounding me.“You can do as you wish with him,” he murmured, his voice low yet reassuring. “He’ll be locked up in the dungeon, waiting for whatever justice you decide. Let’s not let that bastard ruin our night.” I looked up at him, stunned by his loyalty.He was willing to imprison one of his own to honour what I’d been through, to make sure I felt seen and protected.In Redcape, Lucian and the others had always defended their pack above all else, turning a blind eye to crimes if it meant protecting their reputation or keeping the peace. No one had ever been held accountable, especiall
Scarlett’s POVI froze in Keith’s arms, my entire body going rigid as my eyes locked onto the man who had singlehandedly destroyed everything I once held dear. He stood across the room, laughing casually with his friends, oblivious to the way his mere presence churned up a storm inside me.Keith must have sensed my change in mood. He leaned down, his breath warm against my ear.“What is the matter, darling?” His voice was gentle, filled with concern, and the tenderness of it almost undid me. I blinked, fighting the sting of angry tears, my throat tightening as memories flooded back—memories of the life I had been forced to leave, the home I’d lost, and the mates who had once promised to protect me.Gregory Olsen had taken everything from me. Before he entered my life, things had been… bearable. I had a place, a sense of stability, even love. But that man had twisted everything, pulled the rug from under me, and left me with nothing but betrayal and pain. Yes, my mates had failed me in
Scarlett’s POVThe day of the event arrived quickly, and when Keith handed me the gown, I was speechless. It was a stunning, backless royal blue dress adorned with intricate pearls and tiny diamonds that sparkled as if holding stars within them. I had never worn anything so elegant, so luxurious, and I felt like someone new as I slipped into it. Standing in front of the mirror, I could hardly recognise myself. I looked… beautiful. For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt like I belonged somewhere, like I deserved to be seen.As I stepped out of the closet, my breath caught. Keith stood waiting in a midnight blue tuxedo that complemented my dress perfectly. He looked like a dream, every bit the Alpha he was—a man whose presence commanded respect and admiration. His blue eyes were as deep and intense as ever, a gaze that seemed to look right into my soul.“You look beautiful,” he said, his voice soft yet filled with something that made my heart race. I couldn’t stop the smil