Scarlett.
The morning light slowly filled my bedroom, casting a golden glow on the floor. I lay still for a moment, thinking about my life. Another morning, another day in this luxurious but confining place. It had been five months since I arrived, but it felt like an eternity.
The gentle breeze rustled the silk curtains, bringing the sweet fragrance of blooming roses from the garden below. Such beauty in this place felt like a cruel joke. I stretched carefully, one hand instinctively moving to protect my growing belly as I sat up against the plush headboard.
“You’re awake, Luna,” the maid said as soon as she walked into my room. She smiled sweetly, making me remember Amber. Alisha was the only one here who looked at me with kindness rather than contempt. “Good morning, my lady.”
“Good morning, Alisha.” I managed a genuine smile for her—the only real one I’d give all day. She moved through the room with practiced grace, drawing back curtains and gathering what I’d need for the day.
“How are you feeling?” she asked, her eyes soft with concern as she helped me to my feet.
I ran my hand over the subtle curve of my stomach, a bit visible beneath my nightgown. “We’re doing well today.” The baby shifted, as if agreeing, and my smile grew warmer. “He’s active this morning.”
Alisha’s face brightened. “I can’t wait to meet him, Luna. He’ll be such a blessing.”
“My only source of joy,” I whispered, the words more honest than I’d intended.
Her expression flickered with worry before she smoothed it away. “We should get you ready, Luna. Being late would be...” She didn’t finish the thought. She didn’t need to.
I nodded, letting her guide me through the familiar morning ritual. The warm bath she drew was fragrant with lavender—her small attempt to soothe my nerves for the day ahead. She washed my hair with gentle hands, humming softly under her breath. For these few precious moments, I could almost pretend I was somewhere else, someone else.
“What about this gown?” she asked later, holding up a flowing dress in muted blue. “It suits your coloring, and the cut is forgiving.”
“Perfect,” I agreed, letting her help me into it. The fabric was soft against my skin, but I knew better than to take too much comfort in anything here. Beauty often hid the sharpest thorns.
As she styled my hair, pinning it just so, I caught her eye in the mirror. “Thank you, Alisha. For everything.”
She squeezed my shoulder gently. “Time to go, Luna.”
I rose, squaring my shoulders beneath the fine fabric. Another day in paradise, I thought bitterly. Another day of surviving, one breath at a time.
Alisha led me out. Stepping into the hallway, I walked with purpose, careful to avoid the creaky floorboards that betrayed every secret in this house. My goal was simple: to remain invisible. A ghost, unseen and unheard. But even ghosts are noticed when someone is determined to see them.
“Luna,” she called, trying to get my attention.
“Let’s go.”
There was no point lingering or admiring the opulence around me—this place, no matter how gilded, was a prison.
The dining hall stood before me, its doors swinging open as the guards made way. I entered cautiously, the sound of my steps fading into the vast space. My husband sat at the head of the table, surrounded by his whores.
“Late,” he muttered, not bothering to look at me. A single word, cold and indifferent, meant to remind me of my place.
“I’m sorry,” I replied. Apologies were expected, demanded even when I wasn’t in the wrong. It was part of the role I had to play. Even with my head bowed, I could feel his eyes lingering, waiting for me to falter.
“Perhaps it’s time you learned your place, wife,” he said, not even sparing me a glance.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized again.
“Sit,” he ordered.
Another dinner, another parade of humiliation. I sat at the far end of the endless mahogany table, as far from Dickson as protocol would allow. Not that distance could shield me from the theatrics unfolding before me.
“Darling,” Vanessa, his primary mistress, draped herself across his lap, her red lips brushing his ear. “The chef outdid himself tonight, don’t you think?” She took a bite from his plate, an intimacy I’d never been allowed.
The other two mistresses—Rebecca and Claire—flanked him like decorative bookends, each vying for his attention with practiced laughs and strategic touches. I pushed my untouched food around my plate, my stomach too knotted to eat.
“Scarlett.” His voice cracked through the room like a whip. “You’re being rude to our chef. Or perhaps the food isn’t good enough for you?”
I forced a forkful past my lips, tasting nothing. “It’s excellent, Alpha.”
“Then why the sour expression?” Vanessa’s saccharine voice dripped with false concern. “Oh wait, it must be the morning sickness. Still? How... inconvenient.”
Rebecca laughed, high and sharp. “At least she’s good for something. Though carrying another wolf’s bastard hardly counts as an achievement.”
My hand instinctively moved to my growing belly. Five months now, and each day felt like an eternity.
“Speaking of achievements,” Claire interjected, “Vanessa, tell everyone about the new legislation you helped draft. She’s absolutely brilliant with policy, isn’t she, darling?” She smiled at Dickson, who nodded approvingly.
“Unlike some people,” Vanessa’s eyes cut to me, “who can’t even manage basic pack politics. How many council meetings have you attended, Scarlett? Oh, that’s right—none. Because you’re not trusted to speak without embarrassing us all.”
I gripped my fork tighter, knuckles white. “I wasn’t aware I was welcome at council meetings.”
“You’re not,” Dickson stated firmly. “Your only duty is to stay out of the way and eventually produce a proper heir. Though given your... history, even that’s questionable.”
The walls felt like they were closing in on me, turning the ornate dining room into a suffocating box. “May I be excused?” I managed to whisper. “I’m not feeling well.”
“Of course you’re not,” Vanessa rolled her eyes. “Go on then. We have important matters to discuss anyway. Pack business, you understand. Well, perhaps you don’t.”
I stood carefully, fighting the dizziness that threatened to overwhelm me. The baby kicked—hard—as if protesting our shared distress.
“Oh, and Scarlett?” Dickson called as I reached the door. “The pack gathering tomorrow night—you won’t be attending. Can’t have you embarrassing us in front of the allied packs. You understand.”
I nodded silently, unable to speak. The door closed behind me, sealing me in with a sense of finality.
My feet carried me through familiar corridors, each adorned with portraits of Dickson’s family line. None of them seemed to look at me the same way twice—their painted eyes followed, judged, condemned. The whispers of servants fell silent as I passed, their pitying glances worse than any cruelty.
Finally, I reached my room. My beautiful prison. I collapsed onto the window seat. Outside, pack members went about their evening, laughing, living. Everything looked so normal, so alive.
While I sat here, dying by inches.
My baby kicked again, and I pressed my hand against the spot. “I’m sorry, little one,” I whispered. “I’m sorry this is the life I’ve given you.” Tears fell freely now, no one here to judge them. “I don’t know how to save us.”
The moon rose over the pack lands, full and bright, mocking me with its freedom.
Somewhere in this mansion, my husband and his mistresses would be plotting, laughing, ruling. And I would be here, trapped in this gilded cage, watching life happen without me.
Each breath felt shorter, the walls closing in with every inhale. The elegant furnishings, the silk curtains, the priceless art—all of it just pretty wrapping on my prison cell.
How many more days could I survive like this? How many more dinners, more snubs, more reminders of my worthlessness? The baby kicked again, answering my unspoken question.
ScarlettI was sitting on my bed, lost in my thoughts that were as heavy and dark as the clouds above. Suddenly, a gentle knock on my door brought me back to reality.“Who?”“Luna, it’s me.” Alisha’s familiar voice brought a small measure of comfort.“Come in.”She entered quietly, closing the door behind her. I could sense her unease from the way she held herself and the slight tremor in her usually steady hands.“How are you feeling, Luna?” She approached with measured steps, her eyes darting to my growing belly.“Good.” I smiled gently. “Please sit with me.”“Oh, I shouldn’t—” she started, but I cut her off gently.“Sit, Alisha. Please.” I patted the space beside me on my bed. “Just for a moment.”Alisha took a seat beside me.“Why are you here, Alisha?” I asked.“I’m here to check on you. How are you feeling?”“I’m getting better day by day,” I responded with a smile. “Thanks to you.”“I’m only doing my job,” she said, trying to cover the worries in her voice. I sensed it, but I c
ScarlettThe next day arrived with a gentle knock at my door. For a moment, my heart raced, fearing it might be Vanessa returning with more cruelty. But when the door opened, I saw Alisha’s familiar face instead.“Luna, may I come in?” she asked softly.“Yes, please,” I called out.“Good morning, Luna.”Alisha entered, carrying a tray laden with a steaming bowl of soup and various other dishes. I sat up in bed, surprised by the formal service.“Why are you bringing food to my room?” I asked, watching as she carefully set the tray on the nearby table. “I usually eat in the dining hall.”“Alpha’s orders, Luna,” Alisha explained, her voice gentle. “He wants you to remain in your chambers today. With the Northern pack delegation arriving...”I let out a bitter laugh. “Ah, of course. He doesn’t want me seen during the diplomatic visits.”“I thought you might be angry,” Alisha said carefully.“Angry?” I shook my head, a sad smile playing at my lips. “No. I’m relieved, actually. I have no de
ScarlettI turned to meet his gaze, blood still warm on my hands, Vanessa’s last breath lingering in the air between us. Something dark and satisfied curled my lips into a smile. “What do you think? She screamed so beautifully for me, didn’t she?”“You dare...” His voice trembled with barely contained fury, eyes blazing alpha-red as he stalked toward me. “You dare murder my mistress?” The words escaped him in a feral growl that would have once terrified me. I had nothing to fear. Absolutely nothing. What else was there for me? I had lost everything, and the only source of joy was gone.“Murder?” I laughed. “No, Dickson. This was justice.” My hand drifted to my empty womb, the void there aching like an open wound. “She took my baby from me. My innocent child. I simply returned the favor.”He moved with alpha speed, his hand gripping my throat tightly. I didn’t resist. Instead, I smiled, savoring the sensation of his touch on my windpipe.“Do it fast and clean,” I whispered, meeting his
ScarlettI pressed myself against the cold stone wall of my cell, feeling hatred burning through my veins. My initial rage at Vanessa had been misplaced. It was Rebecca who had orchestrated my baby’s death. The truth of it clawed at my insides, demanding vengeance.How should I kill her? Slow and excruciating, so she knows each breath she took cost me something I loved. I want her to feel the claws of regret that now scar my insides. Each moment of my child’s lost life will echo through her suffering.“I’m such a useless wolf,” Ray whimpered through our mindlink, her voice thick with shame. “If only I were strong enough to stand against the Alpha—”“It was never your fault,” I replied silently, feeling her anguish echo my own. “We were strong once. Something changed us, weakened us.”“I still don’t understand how I became an omega,” Ray murmured. “I was stronger than most betas, but now…” She hesitated. “I’m nothing. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect us. I couldn’t protect the child.”“I’v
Scarlett.The morning sun streamed through the windows of our café, casting warm shadows across the freshly polished tables. Five years. Sometimes it felt like another lifetime since I’d fled the pack, and other mornings – like today – the memories rose fresh and raw in my mind.“Your coffee’s getting cold,” Alisha called from behind the counter, her dark hair now streaked with subtle caramel highlights – another small act of rebellion we’d both embraced in the human world. She’d traded her maid’s uniform for chef’s whites, and the confidence in her bearing made her unrecognizable from the timid wolf who’d once served the pack.I smiled, watching the morning rush of humans queuing up for their breakfast pastries. Our pastries. Who would have thought a former Luna and her maid would end up owning the most popular café in downtown Portland? The irony wasn’t lost on me.“Just lost in thought,” I replied, but Alisha’s knowing look told me she understood. We both had days when the past cre
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Finn“Are you sure you don’t want to know anything about her?” His voice trailed after me as I walked back into the pack house. I didn’t answer.“Alpha,” I heard his voice in my head. What kind of nagging wolf was David? Why couldn’t he just let me be? With my alpha speed, I rushed to my office.‘I think we need to listen to him,’ my wolf said.‘Storm, are you thinking of living happily with her when you know her father was the one who destroyed our once-happy home?’ I yelled. ‘Tell me.’ My anger was evident as I trembled. ‘You’re right, I should have killed her to save myself from this stress.’‘Finn, I didn’t mean it.’‘You know how hard we worked to rebuild everything from nothing. The endless training, hiding from everyone’s eyes just to get where we are today. I refuse to show weakness now.’ I clenched my fists. ‘Yes, I still feel something for her, but how could I make her my Luna? How could I face her every day, looking into eyes that remind me of the murderer who slaughtered m
FinnMonths passed by quickly. I buried myself in pack work, desperately trying to keep my thoughts from wandering to her.Today had been particularly exhausting. After working through the night, I was reviewing documents when my Beta approached my desk.“Alpha,” he said quietly.“Do you need something?” I looked up from the stack of papers.“I need to step out for a moment,” he replied. “I’ll be back soon.”“Make it fast. We still have a lot to get through.”“Yes, sir.” After he left, I returned to my work, the mountain of paperwork seeming endless.‘Time to bring in the third in command,’ I thought to myself, rubbing my temples.I was still working when Daniel burst into my office. I stood immediately, my wolf on high alert.“What is wrong?” I asked with a growl.“Alpha, there’s something you need to know.”“Are we under attack?”“No, not that.” Daniel hesitated. “It’s about your mate.”My eyebrows drew together in anger. I had explicitly warned him never to mention her again.“What