Maxwell’s POVEvery day we chased after shadows, hunting down Gregory Olsen, the one responsible for all of this. We’d let him go once to avoid a war with the West, thinking we were saving lives. But in sparing him, we’d sacrificed everything precious to us. While we were away, fighting battles and searching for him, what had Scarlett been enduring here? She had no wolf, no protection, nothing but her own strength. And in the end, it had pushed her to break.I searched Clay’s face, hoping for news, a miracle even. But he shook his head, and I felt the faint spark of hope flicker and die.“Quickly!” I barked at the guards, feeling the urge to release my anger on something, someone. “Bring me a silver whip.”“Alpha, please!” Bianca sobbed, her face streaked with tears. Lucian staggered outside, drawn by her cries. She must have thought he’d come to save her. She didn’t know he despised her just as much as I did, maybe even more.“She was your Luna!” I shouted, my voice echoing off the c
Maxwell’s POVLucian’s face hardened, and he struck them again, the whip cracking against flesh, their cries echoing in the air.“You mean to tell me that you would rather defy your Alpha’s orders than cross a pair of corrupt Elders?” I asked, letting my voice carry the bitterness, the betrayal I felt. They sobbed, trembling before us, but I had no sympathy to give. They had been trusted with Scarlett’s safety, and they had thrown her to the wolves.I took a step back, trying to rein in the anger threatening to consume me, but the pain in my chest only grew stronger. Scarlett, wherever you are, know this: I would tear down every law, defy every Elder, if it meant bringing you home.“You starved my wife! Our wife! Your Luna!” My voice cracked with anger and disbelief as I let the word wife leave my lips for the first time. The word felt strange yet sacred because, conventional or not, she was ours, bound to us as deeply as the pack itself. But these people—our own people—had betrayed h
Scarlett’s POVI lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, the afternoon light spilling lazily through the window. I could feel the weight of the silence pressing down on me, filling the space where my thoughts drifted aimlessly.There wasn’t much to do here, and though the library tugged at my curiosity, I wasn’t eager to run into anyone, especially the women from the harem. They resented me, and I couldn’t entirely blame them.Their lives had been thrown into chaos because of Keith’s decision. It was a bold move on his part, one I didn’t understand. I had no love to offer him; I’d made that clear. And Keith didn’t strike me as someone with a surplus of patience.The truth was, I didn’t know what my future looked like here—or if I even had one. The North, the South, the East…none of them held a place for me. If things didn’t work here, there was nowhere else to turn. I felt the gnawing truth of it in my bones. If I failed to make it work with Keith, I was as good as dead. And that wasn’
Scarlett’s POVThe intensity in his gaze deepened, his neon-blue eyes glowing softly, and I felt a strange pull, an urge to trust him despite my instincts to stay hidden. “My magic can sense lies,” he added, his tone unwavering. “I’ve told you my intentions. I’m not here to hurt you. But I need honesty from you.”I was conflicted. Every part of me screamed to keep my secrets buried, to guard my heart, but something about the way he looked at me—steady, open—made me wonder if he could truly be trusted. And something deeper, something instinctual, told me he was being sincere. Perhaps it was better to have Keith as an ally rather than risk him as an enemy.Taking a shaky breath, I began to speak.“My name…isn’t Annika. It’s Scarlett. Scarlett Vladislav. I am the last of the Vladislavs.” His gaze softened, but he didn’t interrupt, letting me continue. “Because I was wolfless, my father’s Beta sold me to my mates. They claimed the South through me, but my life with them was nothing but pa
Lucian’s POVI lay sprawled across the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling when it hit me—a silence so thick and unnatural that it seemed to fill the room. It wasn’t just a quiet moment; it felt like something essential had been cut off, like a lifeline severed. I couldn’t place what it was, but it was crushing, heavy, and painful in a way that words couldn’t explain.My chest felt hollow, and an ache bloomed inside me, gripping tighter by the second.Then, suddenly, Maxwell’s voice echoed in my head. “Lucian,” he called, his tone laced with confusion and alarm. “Did you feel that?”“Yes,” I managed to reply, even though my voice felt weak, almost distant.“What’s going on?” came Clay’s voice, tinged with the same dread I felt. The pain pulsed in me, but I forced myself to sit up, then dragged myself from the bed, feeling like I was moving through thick fog.I stumbled into the living area, my heart pounding with a sense of foreboding. Something was terribly, terribly wrong. If we all
Lucian's POVClay’s voice cut through the air like a blade, sharp with disappointment and anger. “Reverse that order, Lucian. You’ve done enough!” His words stung, a mix of frustration and something deeper, something that made my chest ache. I couldn’t understand why he felt so strongly. I only wanted to catch Stasia, to get answers.“Catching Stasia won’t bring Scarlett back,” Maxwell added, his tone softer but no less reproachful. “Leave the florist alone, Lucian. She’s done nothing wrong.”The truth in their words hit me hard, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. Reluctantly, I linked the guards, canceling the order to detain Martha. But the decision unsettled me, gnawing at the edges of my mind. Something inside me still believed Martha might hold a key, some clue that could help us find Scarlett or track down Stasia. Yet, I kept that doubt to myself, burying it beneath the weight of guilt. I knew Maxwell and Clay had grown weary of my choices—choices that had cost us more than we
Lucian’s POVThe elders had sent down their decision weeks ago, an unbendable order. I was supposed to come to Redcape and carry out my duty, but something stronger than fate kept me here for what was about to unfold. I had no idea then, but I was meant to witness this.“She severed the bond with powerful magic,” she said, her voice calm but laced with a kind of finality that made my stomach twist. “Someone of great power put up a complete block between you all and her. You won’t feel her anymore, and she won’t feel you. It’s far more merciful than what your elders had in mind for her.” She gave a faint smile, almost as if she was trying to soften the blow.Maxwell’s voice broke as he asked, “So…what are you saying?”“Scarlett has freed herself from you three. She’s let you go,” she replied, her eyes glinting with something like sadness. “And if I were her, I wouldn’t come back either. I’ve learned everything, and I know she was innocent. She didn’t deserve what happened to her.”She
Scarlett’s POVWhat Alpha Keith did for me was nothing short of incredible. He gave me something I hadn’t felt in a long time—a chance to heal, to breathe without feeling like I was drowning.We spent hours together, getting to know each other, taking time that felt unhurried and sincere. There was a patience to him, a respect I hadn’t realised I’d been missing. He never overstepped never made me feel uncomfortable or pressured. Instead, he made his intentions clear but left it entirely up to me, saying I could take all the time I needed. There was no rush, no expectation, only a quiet understanding.One of the most surprising things he did was let all the women in his harem go. Some of them weren’t happy about it, and a few of them even confronted me, challenging me with icy stares and bitter words. But when I stood my ground and dealt with a few, the others stopped. They left me alone after that. It felt empowering, a small victory that helped me reclaim pieces of myself.Keith took
Scarlett’s POVA whole year had slipped by since that fateful battle, yet its echoes lingered, shaping every aspect of our lives. The memories of that day were as vivid as ever, and the changes it brought were undeniable.Elsa had uncovered the truth—my mates gaining their magic had turned the tide of the fight. It was a revelation that filled me with gratitude.That unexpected twist had granted us not only victory but the promise of a long, peaceful life. For that, I was endlessly thankful.The south had been calling to us, and we journeyed there to put our plans into action. When we arrived, my pack welcomed me with open arms and hearts full of joy, embracing me as their alpha.Their happiness was palpable, a warmth that eased the ache of the past. They spoke of the days they had endured under David’s oppressive reign. Their tales were heavy with suffering and injustice, and I could see in their eyes the relief of finally being free.As for David, I had chosen not to end his life. In
Clay’s POVKeith exhaled slowly, his gaze distant. “I’m relieved to know that fate didn’t mess up, that it was meddling. For a while, I really believed fate had made a terrible mistake. I also thought seers didn’t wield magic,” he admitted.“Me too,” I replied. “But apparently, this group of outcasts did. They were cast out because they dabbled in dark arts. It wasn’t natural magic; it was corruption. They learned how to use the spirits for more than just insight. They twisted it for their own purposes.”Keith shook his head, his frustration evident. “I guess this is something we’ll need to look out for in the future.”I gave him a faint smile. “I guess so,” I said, though the smile faded quickly. Keith sighed and patted my shoulder.“Emerald and I will depart tomorrow,” he said reluctantly. “Please, keep me updated on Scarlett’s condition.”“I will,” I promised, understanding how hard it was for him to leave. Keith and Scarlett had shared a history, brief as it was, and while he had
Clay’s POVIt had been six days since the battle, six days since the blood-soaked fields bore witness to our desperate fight for survival. The cost had been steep—lives lost on both sides—but in the end, victory was ours.Yet it felt hollow. Scarlett’s move, the one that had turned the tide, was as miraculous as it was terrifying. Now, as she lay unconscious on the bed, her chest rising and falling faintly, I knew the price she’d paid was far greater than we had imagined.Her body was locked in a battle of its own, trying to repel the darkness that clung to her after pulling Nikolay’s corrupted spirit from his body. It wasn’t just lingering—it was gripping her tightly, refusing to let go, tethering itself to her in a way we didn’t understand.Alison had called Nikolay’s magic element “Spirit,” the same force Scarlett had avoided using until the final moments. She knew its corruptive potential and still had no choice but to wield it to end the war. Now, the price of that choice was pai
Scarlett’s POVThe corruption from Nikolay’s dark aura showed itself as faint black smoke weaving into the flames. I ignored it. My mind was clear, my goal unwavering: to win.With a snarl, I lunged at Nikolay. We collided mid-air, teeth, claws, and raw power clashing in a blur of grey and green.The battle became a blur of instincts and strategy. He was fast and strong—I had to give him that. But I was stronger.“He’s trying to steal our magic. Be careful,” Midnight warned through the link as our teeth snapped at his neck.I tried to find an opening, to bite down on his spine and end it. But he was as relentless as I was, his jaws snapping at my hind leg. Pain shot through me as he managed to push me back, but I didn’t relent.The fight was vicious. I sent waves of magic his way—fire, earth, water, and wind—but he overcame each attack with a tenacity that rivaled my own.My flames scorched his fur, leaving blackened patches that he quickly healed. His wounds knitted together almost i
Scarlett’s POVThey bore no humanity, no spark of life. Staring into those eyes was like gazing into an endless void, a darkness that seemed to claw at my very soul. He wasn’t just a man. He was a nightmare given flesh—a being that shouldn’t have existed in this world.Shivers ran down my spine as I realized the full extent of what we were up against. This wasn’t just a fight for survival—it was a fight against the unnatural, the unholy. And at this moment, I wasn’t sure if we had the strength to prevail.“Your fear smells delicious,” young Nikolay said, his voice calm, cool, and unnervingly steady. The darkness in his tone sent a shiver down my spine, but I refused to let him see the full extent of my terror.“How could Father have fathered something like you,” he continued, his gaze cold and calculating, “yet cherished and protected you while I rotted in the woods with the outcast seers? Isn’t that unfair?”His eyes drifted to my neck, and his lip curled in disdain. “Three mates. Wh
Scarlett’s POVI turned my gaze to my half-brother, speaking directly to him. “He killed your father, Nikolay. The man who didn’t even know you existed. David stole that chance from you—the chance to know your father. If you can hate my mother for killing yours, then you should hate him for murdering your father and robbing you of the life you could have had. He will betray you, just as he betrayed him.”David laughed again, shaking his head. “Don’t waste your breath, Scarlett. Young Nikolay knows the truth. It was his idea to take out Nikolay Vladislav, not mine.” He looked at Nikolay with a twisted kind of pride. “He knew that if his father ever found out about him, he’d be eliminated. Nikolay doesn’t tolerate anything that looks like a threat. He knows it had to be done.”Young Nikolay’s dark, soulless eyes bore into mine with pure hatred. If there was any doubt or hesitation in him, he didn’t show it. His disdain for me was unwavering, and David’s words only seemed to fuel his res
Scarlett’s POV“I am nobody’s puppet!” young Nikolay snapped, his voice laced with arrogance and disdain. “I am the true heir of Nikolay Vladislav, a Valkin alpha in my own right. And if I desire to take what is mine, so be it!”His declaration hung in the cold air, but I wasn’t impressed. “Rule over what?” I asked sharply. “Rule over whatever David tells you to rule? Be the king of his schemes?”For a moment, his fury was silenced, his expression hardening. He might have a temper, but he wasn’t a talker—his silence was telling.“So, what do you want?” Lucian asked, his tone steady but strained.David answered for him, stepping forward with a cruel smile. “What we’re here to take,” he said, his voice dripping with malice.“The North and that bitch.” His eyes flicked to me, and the venom in his gaze was palpable. “I promised Nikolay he’d have his revenge on the daughter of the woman who murdered his mother. Hand everything over, especially her. She’s useless anyway. Other than bed-warm
Scarlett’s POVAt dawn, they came.The attack wasn’t subtle; the screams and the clash of steel against steel echoed through Redcape, shaking the earth beneath us. I had felt it before I even opened my eyes—a dark, foreboding presence that made my skin crawl.As I sat up, my heart pounded in my chest, knowing the inevitable had arrived. Fear gripped me, cold and unrelenting. Were we ready? I didn’t know, and I wasn’t sure it mattered anymore.Lucian, Clay, and Maxwell were already moving, their movements quick and deliberate as they readied themselves for battle. Their focus was sharp, but the tension in the air was palpable.“For all we know, David has no idea Scarlett has a wolf or magic,” Lucian said, his tone firm as he strapped on his gear. “Let’s keep it that way. It’ll be our element of surprise.”He turned to me, his eyes glowing with both determination and worry. “Guns and bullets for now. We need to blindside them—just like you did with Garland. That’s the only way. And, Sca
Scarlett’s POVWhen it was over, we lay tangled together, our breaths mingling in the frosty air. The sight around us was nothing short of magical.The bare trees were now lush and green, their branches swaying gently as if awakened from a long slumber.The snow that had blanketed the ground was gone, revealing a soft, rich earth beneath. Even the frozen lake shimmered with life, its edges alive with vibrant flora. It was as though our love had breathed life back into the desolate landscape.The orange hues of the setting sun painted the sky above us, casting a warm glow over the reborn clearing.My head rested on Clay’s chest, his heartbeat strong and steady beneath my ear. Each rhythm was fierce and determined, a reminder that, for now, we were alive—and we were together. This was our moment, untainted by the battles ahead.“I’ve been thinking,” Clay said suddenly, breaking the silence. His voice was calm but carried a weight of seriousness. “If it comes to the worst, we should leav