Scarlett’s POVThe peace we had now was fragile, held together by unspoken words and careful steps. I didn’t want to risk breaking it by defending a man most others saw as a threat. I would keep my thoughts to myself, no matter how they stirred within me. My father was gone, and without a wolf of my own, the South was better off in their hands.“It’s okay, Lucian,” I said, hoping my smile would reassure him. “I didn’t take offense.”His eyes met mine, softening even more, his gaze full of a tender concern that left me feeling exposed, vulnerable.“I’m sorry,” he murmured, a look of regret shadowing his face. “I’m sorry for how I treated you when you first arrived. I know I’ve said it before, but I truly am. Please know that we really want you to feel at home, to come back to our apartment. But we won’t rush you.” His voice was gentle, a promise wrapped in kindness.I looked down, feeling the weight of my own emotions.“I know, Lucian,” I replied quietly. “I know you’re not pushing me.
Scarlett’s POVThe sensation was electric. His mouth on me was like fire, each touch, each kiss sending waves of pleasure through me. I felt myself grow bolder, the pleasure making me fearless. I sat up just enough to watch him, and the sight of him there, devouring me with a hunger that mirrored my own, sent me over the edge. My body trembled as I moaned his name, my fingers gripping the sheets.“Lucian,” I gasped, my voice barely more than a whisper, and he responded by sucking on my most sensitive spot, his tongue flicking and teasing until I felt a rush build, wave after wave of pleasure washing through me. It filled me, leaving me breathless, shaking as the sensation tore through my body.I barely had time to recover when I felt him again, relentless, as he continued, drawing me into another intense release. This time, the pleasure was so overwhelming I had to beg him to stop, my voice hoarse, pleading. Finally, he looked up, his gaze heavy-lidded, his lips glistening with my rel
Lucian’s POVLeaving Scarlett behind weighed heavily on my heart. It hurt, really hurt, but we didn’t see the need to bring her along to see Elsa, our seer. As we journeyed to Leafwall, the settlement where Elsa lived, my mind was filled with thoughts of Scarlett. Every step we took, every breath, seemed to remind me of her—the warmth we shared, the unspoken promises between us. Even though we hadn’t taken things all the way, what we’d shared felt complete, fulfilling in ways I hadn’t expected. The pleasure had been raw, different, something that lingered in my veins, and I questioned why I’d ever denied myself that happiness before.For so long, I’d held onto grudges, nursing old wounds as if they were my only companions. But they felt distant now, forgotten fragments of another time. There was no reason to keep them alive any longer.All that mattered was that Scarlett was ours, and I was ready to embrace her with everything I had. The past, with all its bitterness and pain, was fad
Lucian’s POV“So, how may I help you?” Elsa asked, her eyes warm but shadowed with curiosity and concern. Her smile was gentle, but the air around us felt thick, as though the unlit fireplace had brought more than just a chill to the room.I took a steadying breath. “There have been three recent attacks,” I began, feeling the weight of each word. “We don’t know who’s behind them or why. Should we be worried, or will this trouble pass?”Elsa’s smile faded as she sighed, her gaze dropping to the bowl on the table. “I can’t promise the spirits will reveal everything, but let’s ask them,” she said softly. “Please, wash your hands in the bowl, one at a time, so I can seek answers.”One by one, we each placed our hands in the cool water of the bowl, feeling a strange prickling sensation as we did so. When we’d finished, Elsa leaned over the bowl, her gaze sharpening, and I felt a shiver as a cold breeze drifted through the room. The bowl began to glow faintly, as if it held a hidden fire, a
Lucian’s POVElsa’s eyes met mine, contemplative, as though she was sifting through memories or secrets only she could understand. “What is her name?” she asked finally.“Scarlett Vladislav,” Clay responded, his voice steady but tense. Elsa looked at us, a flicker of something unreadable in her gaze.“Have you mated with her?” she asked, her tone as direct as ever. We each shook our heads, feeling the weight of the question settle uncomfortably around us.“Any form of intimacy that would bind you to her, something that could tighten a connection?” she continued, her eyes sharp. I felt the silent admission pass between us, each of us aware of the unspoken truth.Maxwell was the first. He’d kissed her that night at dinner, unable to resist the pull between them. Clay, too, had felt compelled to comfort her after the attack, and as for me… I’d touched her last, a touch that had sent a thrill and longing through me I’d barely understood.Elsa nodded, understanding in her eyes. “I need you
Scarlett’s POVThe day had been long and filled with responsibilities, most of which were still unfamiliar to me. Lucian had insisted that I learn how the pack house was run since, as Luna, I’d be expected to take charge one day.At first, I’d felt unsure, even a bit out of place, as though this role was a cloak too big for my shoulders. But as the day wore on, my doubts slowly began to melt away. I found myself fitting into the rhythm, feeling a strange comfort in the structure of it all. I held onto the hope that, in time, we would grow close, that love would eventually follow.Still, I couldn’t ignore the nagging worry about my wolf. I was running out of time—if I turned nineteen and she still hadn’t appeared, the reality of being wolfless would be unavoidable. A wolfless Luna, a Vladislav without a wolf; I could already imagine the murmurs, the doubts, the questioning stares. I tried to keep faith in whatever the goddess had planned for me, praying there was some hidden purpose to
Scarlett’s POVThe rest of the afternoon flew by as I helped in the kitchen, chopping, stirring, and plating. For a while, I almost forgot the weight of everything else; there was something peaceful in the rhythm of cooking, in sharing this space with Bianca. We weren’t exactly friends, but the gap between us felt a little smaller, and that was enough.After we’d finished and I’d thanked her for her help, I headed to my room, feeling a pleasant exhaustion. I took a long, hot shower, washing away the day’s tension. Crawling into bed, I let my head sink into the pillow, but just as sleep began to pull me under, I heard that strange voice again, whispering my name in the quiet darkness of my mind. My eyes snapped open, heart pounding.“Careful,” the voice whispered, soft yet urgent.I sat up, scanning the room, my pulse racing. I was alone. I’d tried convincing myself it was my wolf, the first stirrings of a bond, but the timing was wrong. Usually, wolves only spoke after a full-moon shi
Scarlett’s POVThe pain seemed to go on forever, each wave crashing into me like jagged glass, relentless and consuming. The voice was faint but insistent, like someone whispering from far away, and every time it spoke, the pain in my head sharpened, as if a dull saw was trying to slice through my skull. It was unbearable, impossible to ignore.I curled up on the floor, clutching my head tightly, every muscle trembling as I fought against the agony. I could feel hot tears streaming down my face as I whimpered, desperate for relief, praying that somehow, some way, the pain would stop. Eventually, exhaustion took over, and I slipped into darkness.When I opened my eyes, I felt softness beneath me and realised I was lying in a bed—Lucian’s bed. I blinked slowly, taking in the familiar room around me, and attempted to sit up, but a fierce pounding in my head held me back. It felt like my skull was being hammered from the inside, each throb a reminder of the agony I’d just endured.“Are yo
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