Scarlett’s POVWhen we reached a secluded part of the woods, Lucian gently set me down and started taking off his clothes. My immediate reaction was to look away, my cheeks flushing. His amused chuckle broke the silence.“Come on, don’t act like you’ve never seen a naked man before,” he teased, and the heat in my cheeks deepened. But as he undid his belt, something shifted. I could sense the change in his energy, and a silence stretched between us. I felt him approach from behind, his warmth radiating as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into an embrace.“Mint,” he murmured, inhaling deeply as if savouring my scent. I smiled softly, realising for the first time that this simple, intimate connection between us felt… right.“Scarlett, are you shy?” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. My body responded, a deep ache growing within me, and I couldn’t hide the sudden flush of desire that overtook me. Lucian gently turned me to face him, his
Scarlett’s POVTiger padded over to me, nuzzling me affectionately, and I reached out, stroking his fur gently. It was unexpectedly soft, and his familiar pinewood scent was even stronger in this form, mingling with the crisp, earthy air of the forest. Tiger’s size was impressive; he radiated strength, yet his movements were careful, tender as he shielded me from the cold, his massive body creating a warm cocoon around me. I leaned into him, feeling a comfort and safety I hadn’t expected.“Nice to meet you, Scarlett,” Tiger’s voice echoed softly in my mind, filled with warmth. I ran my fingers through his fur, marvelling at the connection. Gathering courage, I leaned in and pressed a light kiss to his wet nose.Tiger rumbled in response, pulling me closer with a paw, and then, in a gesture that felt both celebratory and solemn, he tilted his head back and let out a powerful howl that resonated through the woods, filling the air with his declaration.Tiger’s presence lingered in my min
Clay’s POVLucian’s announcement had stunned me. Of all of us, he was the last I expected to accept Scarlett. For so long, he’d been consumed with resentment, determined to push her away and make her suffer. Yet here he was, embracing his bond with her, even before Maxwell and me. I couldn’t wrap my head around it.“How?” I asked, my voice full of disbelief as I let my bag fall to the floor, too shocked to keep holding it.Lucian met my gaze, his expression raw and unguarded. “The same reason neither of you could let her go,” he said quietly, his honesty catching me off guard. “I realised there was no point holding a grudge against her. Tiger wouldn’t allow it, and I couldn’t keep resisting the bond.” He paused, searching for the right words. “The goddess tied us together, and I’ve come to believe there’s a reason for that. It’s time I stop punishing myself—and her. I decided it was time to accept Scarlett as my mate.”I could see the sincerity in his eyes, something I hadn’t seen in
Clay's POVLucian’s gaze flicked to me, the disappointment clear in his eyes. He wasn’t ready to let her go yet, not after the progress they’d made.“Scarlett,” he said softly, reaching out. She paused, looking down at him, her face a mix of shyness and apprehension. It was clear she was still processing everything, still carrying the scars of past hurt. But Lucian’s expression held a quiet plea, and though he didn’t say anything more, I could see the hope in his gaze.“Please stay a bit. Maxwell and Clay just got home,” Lucian pleaded, his voice soft, and she looked over at me, gauging my expression. I smiled and added, “Please.” After a brief hesitation, she nodded, and I poured her a small drink.“This’ll warm you up,” I said, handing her the glass, but as I was about to pass it to her, a thought hit me. If Thomas’s reports had been false, then maybe Scarlett didn’t drink as we’d assumed. I paused, curiosity getting the better of me. “Scarlett, be honest with me… when did you have
Scarlett’s POVHearing Clay’s voice in my head first thing in the morning was both comforting and exciting. His tone, deep and just a little playful, tugged at something in my chest, making my heart flutter. The memory of Lucian’s arms around me last night filled me with warmth, but the thrill of having Clay at my door made me feel a different kind of anticipation.“I’m at your door, Scarlett. Open up, or I’ll break it down,” he teased, and I couldn’t help but laugh, his humour chasing away any lingering sleepiness. When I opened the door, there he was, looking effortlessly attractive in blue jeans and a simple white shirt. The air outside was brisk, but he seemed unfazed, his cinnamon scent mingling with the aroma wafting from a picnic basket he held.I let him in, and he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, his lips warm against my skin. I excused myself to freshen up, and his scent lingered, taking over my senses. I quickly showered and dressed in layers, knowing how bitterly cold it
Scarlett’s POVAs we drove into a valley surrounded by the towering Rocky Mountains, I felt my breath catch. The sky was a deep blue, scattered with clouds so white they looked painted, and the snow blanketed the rocks and trees in a breathtaking winter scene.“I thought you said this was an ugly place,” Clay teased, nudging me with a smirk that made me laugh and blush in embarrassment. I’d said those words in a moment of frustration, of sadness, and he’d remembered.Gently, he placed a comforting hand on my thigh, a small gesture that grounded me. “Don’t worry, Scarlett,” he said, his voice gentle. “I knew you were hurting then. You had every reason to feel that way. We were unfair to you, and I wish we could do it over. If we could change the past, I would in a heartbeat.”His words hung in the air, a mixture of apology and unspoken promises, and I felt a knot of relief and hope loosen in my chest. For the first time, I truly believed that we had a future beyond the shadows of the p
Scarlett’s POVAs I opened up to Clay, the words spilled out, the memories raw and painful. “My father never liked me,” I began, my voice barely above a whisper. “He wanted a son, and when my mother… died, he expected so much from me. When my wolf didn’t come at sixteen, it was like I’d failed him all over again. He was furious, and after that, he distanced himself even more. Friends were forbidden; the only person I had was my nanny, Linda. She taught me everything, filled in every gap my father left.”Clay’s hand traced gentle circles on my back, his warmth grounding me. “Did you have any plans for your future?” he asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.For a moment, I let myself remember the dream I once held dear. “I wanted to be a healer,” I said, a soft smile ghosting my lips as I pictured that old aspiration. “I thought I’d be a Valkin, that I’d have my wolf and maybe some magic to heal others. When that didn’t happen, my dream shifted. I wanted to escape my father, to
Scarlett’s POVClay and I lingered on the cliff for a while, basking in the peace of the moment, something I hadn’t known could exist between us. He was unexpectedly kind, gentle in ways I hadn’t imagined, assuring me that the pain of the past would fade, replaced by something good and lasting. Though I was cautious, my heart too wary to believe fully, I allowed myself to hope. Maybe, just maybe, my life could finally leave behind the shadows of pain and anger.The afternoon wore on, and soon, we packed up to head back. I gathered our belongings, and Clay shifted into Vinn so I could mount him again, his warm fur a comfort against the chill as we descended in a quiet, shared understanding. The silence between us was calming, yet as we neared home, I felt the familiar stir of anxiety. Pack members had never welcomed me warmly; most often, their gazes were cold or resentful. It had always left me feeling like an outsider, a burden, and that feeling lingered still, despite Clay’s reassur
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