Lucian’s POVI needed Gregory’s help for trade in the North, but every time I saw him casting those lingering looks at Scarlett, my stomach tightened with anger.He was being more than friendly, and she, for some reason, seemed to welcome it, laughing a little too warmly at his jokes, her eyes shining just a bit too brightly. I knew I couldn’t reprimand her in front of him; that would be unfair and humiliating. So, I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to stay silent, to swallow down the bitter frustration building up inside me. I didn’t let out a breath until she elegantly turned him down when he asked her to dance. That brought me a small wave of relief, but it didn’t wash away my worry entirely.Why was I even worried? Scarlett was ours—claimed and marked. Yet, I couldn’t shake the nervous tension that gnawed at me, the lingering fear that maybe, just maybe, Gregory was getting to her. He looked at her with a hunger that made my blood boil, as if he were under her spell. And maybe he
Lucian’s POVWhen Bianca finally appeared, her face held a hint of anxiety that made my gut tighten further. “Alpha,” she greeted softly, her eyes darting around as if she sensed something was wrong.“What was put in the wine?” I demanded, cutting to the chase. Bianca shook her head quickly, looking alarmed.“Nothing, Alpha. It’s the usual batch from the cellar. Luna Scarlett selected it herself,” she replied, but her words didn’t sit right with me. I could feel something was off. This wasn’t just wine. There was a thickness, a darkness to it, as if something had been mixed in—wolfsbane, perhaps. The thought chilled me. Wolfsbane was designed to dull our senses, to make us weak, unable to link, unable to feel or think clearly. Someone was trying to ensure we weren’t at our best tonight.I held onto my cup tightly, fighting off the haziness that was slowly settling over my mind. I called for my Beta, William, needing him to run a test on the wine, to confirm what I was already certain
Lucian’s POVI woke up with a splitting headache, the pain so intense it seemed to throb with my every heartbeat. As I groaned, the memories of the night before came rushing back, and a terrible realisation struck me—it had to have been wolfsbane in our drinks.That was the only reason why we would all wake up like this, heads pounding and memories foggy. Shaking off the pain as best as I could, I nudged Clay and Maxwell awake. They stirred, groggy and confused, but eventually managed to sit up, their faces mirroring my own discomfort.Needing relief, I headed to my room for painkillers, but as soon as I entered, something felt off. The room was empty, the bed undisturbed. Scarlett’s scent, usually lingering softly in the air, was absent. My stomach twisted. Had she not slept here last night? Anxiety prickled at the edges of my mind as I left my room and checked both Clay’s and Maxwell’s rooms, hoping she’d simply ended up there. But she wasn’t there either. A cold dread began to cree
Lucian’s POVI moved towards Scarlett, scooping her into my arms despite the ache of doubt clawing at my mind. Whatever else was true or false, she was still my mate, and I would not let a stranger see me question her loyalty. I looked at Gregory with a hardness I didn’t even recognize in myself.“The deal is off, Merchant. It would be best for you to leave while you still have the chance,” I said, my voice barely more than a growl, thick with fury and shame. Scarlett’s sobs wracked her body as I held her, but I kept my face cold, my words clipped.“I didn’t do anything,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I swear to you…”I didn’t answer, biting down my own hurt as we stepped into the hallway. A small crowd had gathered, their eyes wide with curiosity and judgment. A deep growl escaped me, and I glared at them, the command clear: Mind your own business. Slowly, they dispersed, but the damage was done. The rumour would spread, and this would be all anyone spoke of for days, maybe wee
Scarlett’s POVI stood there in the shower, shivering, even with the warmth of the water and the steady arms of my mates around me. A cold fear settled deep within me, whispering that things would never be the same again. I hadn’t invited Gregory into my room, and I certainly hadn’t slept with him. But I knew that to everyone else, it would look like that’s exactly what happened. My heart ached with the injustice of it all—how was I supposed to prove my innocence? It felt like every accusation, every whispered doubt I’d ever faced had finally caught up to me, now looming over me like a dark shadow.Lucian gently wrapped a towel around me and dried my tears along with the water from my face. His touch was tender, but I could feel the tension in his hands, the heaviness that hung in the air as he guided me back to his bedroom. Maxwell and Clay followed close behind, their expressions mirroring my own anguish and confusion. They wanted to protect me, I could feel that, but this situation
Scarlett’s POVLucian cleared his throat, wiping his tears. “We’ll have to put you in the seclusion cell and bring you out for trial in the evening,” he said, his tone hollow. “The Elders of the North will demand to know the truth. We can’t overturn their judgment.”I frowned, confusion breaking through my sadness. “The Elders? Who are they?” I asked, feeling lost in this world that seemed to grow darker by the minute.Maxwell sighed heavily. “The North has a council of Elders,” he explained. “Even though Valkin alphas rule because of their strength, the Elders judge matters of law, family, and justice. This situation falls under their authority. They reside in Tealberg, and with the witnesses who saw what happened… they’ve likely been informed already. We have no way of hiding this from them, Scarlett.”The realization hit me with brutal clarity. My future with them was hanging by a thread, my innocence in question, and nothing seemed certain anymore. The love we’d shared, the life w
Scarlett’s POVThey led me to the center of the great hall, and I felt the weight of every gaze upon me as I stood there in chains, exposed and vulnerable. The hall was filled with people, some looking at me with judgment, others with indifference, and a few with a hint of concern. I searched for the familiar faces of my mates, hoping for some reassurance, but they were nowhere to be seen.“They have distanced themselves from you,” Tasha’s voice came from behind me, cold and final. “Until you are proven innocent, you are no longer their mate.” Her words sank like stones, and I felt a pang of despair as I realized the depths of my isolation.At the front of the hall was a raised platform with five tall chairs. Each chair was occupied by an elder, their faces lined with age and hardened by years of judgment. Tasha took her seat on the far left, and in the center sat an older man whose resemblance to Lucian was uncanny, though his eyes were far colder, filled with a harshness that unnerv
Scarlett’s POVOne by one, people from the party came forward, recounting their own twisted versions of events. Some claimed they saw me behaving “too friendly” with Gregory, while others described my state when I was carried out of the room, insinuating that I’d clearly had intentions of being with him. Each testimony struck me like a blow, my heart sinking deeper with every accusation. Their words twisted what had happened, casting shadows over innocent actions, making me out to be someone I was not.Elder Tasha leaned forward, her expression a mask of cold disdain. “Do you still claim innocence?” she demanded, her tone daring me to fight against their narrative.I drew a trembling breath and lifted my chin, refusing to let them silence me. “If I had done anything with Gregory, my mates would have felt it. They would know,” I said, my voice faltering. “Please, ask them. I didn’t have his scent on me; they would have smelled it. I swear—”The elder’s glare cut me off, his voice sharp
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