Scarlett
Autumn faded into winter, and Sweet Escape continued to flourish despite my lingering fears. Each morning, I’d pause before unlocking the café doors, half-expecting to see Finn’s silhouette through the glass, but he kept his word. He didn’t return.
Life returned to its usual routine – the hustle of morning commuters in need of their coffee, the calm of afternoon regulars working on their laptops, and the contentment of tallying up the day’s profits.
Sometimes, I could almost convince myself that his visit had been nothing more than a dream, if not for the way Ray still stirred restlessly on quiet evenings, searching for a scent that was no longer there.
“You know,” Alisha said one morning as we prepped for opening, her hands expertly weaving through the morning pastry routine we’d perfected over the years, “I was worried you’d want to run again after he showed up. But staying? That was the right call.”
“Running once was survival. Staying is something else entirely.”
“Something stronger,” she agreed, sliding a tray of croissants into the oven. The warm, buttery scent filled the air, mingling with fresh coffee.
“Even if he came back...” I paused, surprised by how steady my voice remained. “I’m not afraid anymore. This place, what we’ve built here – it’s worth defending.”
Three months had passed since Finn’s visit. Three months of quiet determination, of growing stronger, of proving to myself that I could face my past without letting it consume my future.
The mate bond was still there because I had yet to accept his rejection. A quiet ache I’d learned to live with, but it no longer felt like a chain around my neck.
Everything was perfect, or as perfect as a life pieced together from broken dreams could be.
Until the day the letter arrived at my office.
My hands trembled as I picked it up, Ray stirring uneasily within me. Five peaceful years of building a new life, and now this – a ghost from my past threatening to shatter everything.
“You don’t have to open it,” Alisha said from the doorway of my office. She’d brought me the letter, her face grim with recognition of the seal. “We could burn it, pretend it never came.”
I traced the edge of the envelope with my finger. “He wouldn’t stop at one letter. You know that.”
The paper tore easily under my fingers, releasing a scent that transported me instantly back to that marble-floored prison I’d once called home. Dickson’s signature cologne clung to the page, a deliberate power play. He knew how scent memories worked for wolves.
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My dearest wife,
Did you truly believe you could hide forever? That your little game of house in the human world would go unnoticed? Your defiance was amusing at first, but I grow weary of this separation. It’s time for you to return to your rightful place at my side.
I know about your quaint little café. Sweet Escape, is it? How fitting – but there is no escape from what you are, from who you belong to. I’ve given you five years to indulge this fantasy of independence. Now I’m ordering you, as your Alpha and husband, to return home.
You have one week to present yourself at my pack. If you fail to comply, I will come collect you myself. And my dear, you won’t enjoy the consequences of forcing my hand.
’Your loving and caring husband,
Alpha Dickson Stone’
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The paper crumpled in my fist as rage and fear warred inside me. Ray snarled, her protective instincts flaring at the threat to everything we’d built.
“Scarlett?” Alisha asked. “What does he want?”
“What he’s always wanted – control.” I smoothed the letter on my desk, noting how my hands had stopped shaking. The fear was still there, but it was different now. Five years ago, I’d been a broken thing, fleeing in the night with nothing but terror and desperation driving me. Now... “He’s giving me a week to return ‘home’ before he comes to drag me back himself.”
Alisha’s eyes flashed gold, her wolf rising in response to the threat. “We can run again, Luna. I know people who can help us disappear—”
“Enough of the ‘Luna’ thing, and I’m done running.”
I stood and walked to the window overlooking the café below. The morning rush was in full swing, with Sarah expertly manning the espresso machine while Mike charmed the customers with his easy smile. Three employees now, all of them counting on this place – on me – for their livelihoods. Sweet Escape wasn’t just my sanctuary anymore.
“You’re not seriously thinking of confronting him?” Alisha moved to stand beside me, her reflection in the glass showing the worry lines around her eyes. “Scarlett, he’s still an Alpha. And after what he did to—” She stopped.
My hand drifted unconsciously to my stomach, to the empty space where my baby had once grown.
“I’m not the same wolf he knew,” I said quietly, watching my successful business hum with life below. “Back then, I was alone except for you. I had no power, no resources, nothing but the mate bond he forced on me after Finn’s rejection.”
“And now?”
I turned to face my friend – my sister in everything but blood. “Now I have a life I built with my own hands. I have connections in the human world, legal protection, a legitimate business. I’m not his runaway Luna anymore, hiding in the shadows. I’m Scarlett, a business owner and respected member of this community.”
“He won’t care about human laws or businesses,” Alisha warned. “You know how Alphas think – especially ones like Dickson. He’ll see all this as a cute hobby, something to humor until he decides playtime is over.”
“Are you going to face him?”
“Unlike last time, I’m not facing him as a helpless Luna with no options.”
I sat back down at my desk and pulled out fresh paper. “I’m going to write him back. He wants an answer. He’ll get one – just not the one he’s expecting.”
“What are you going to say?”
A small, fierce smile curved my lips as I began to write. “I’m going to tell him the truth – that his Luna died in those cells five years ago. The woman he’s threatening now isn’t his possession or his wife. I’m a businesswoman with human allies, legal protections, and absolutely nothing left to lose.”
Ray rumbled approvingly within me, her presence steady and strong. We’d survived loss, rejection, and near-death. We’d built something meaningful from the ashes of our old life. And if Dickson wanted to test us, he’d learn what five years of freedom had taught us about real strength.
“Besides,” I added, sealing my response with deliberately ordinary clear tape instead of wax, “I think it’s time someone showed these old Alphas that the world has changed. They can’t just claim anything – or anyone – they want anymore.”
Scarlett“Alpha Dickson isn’t someone who gives up easily,” Alisha said, her fingers nervously tapping against her coffee mug.I lifted my gaze to meet hers. “What exactly are you trying to say?”“The letter, Scarlett.” Her voice dropped to barely above a whisper. “You know what he’s capable of.”“So what would you have me do?” Heat crept into my voice. “Crawl back to that hell? Let him treat me like his property again?”“God, no!” Alisha’s eyes widened in horror. “That’s not what I meant at all. I’m just worried he might track you down here.”I straightened my shoulders, feeling the new strength that coursed through my veins. “Let him try. I’m not the same weak wolf he knew. Peter’s training has made sure of that.” The letter from Dickson still burned in my memory, though I couldn’t fathom how he’d managed to have it delivered. One thing was certain – I’d rather die than return to his pack, to the nightmare I’d escaped.“My life belongs to me now,” I declared. “No one else gets to de
ScarlettMy blood turned to ice in my veins. Dickson’s grip tightened around my arm, his fingers digging into my flesh like claws.“Did you really think you could hide from me forever?” he asked, his voice a silky whisper that carried more menace than any shout. “That you could just walk away from what’s mine?”I tried to yank my arm free, but his grip was like iron. “I’m not yours,” I spat, summoning every ounce of contempt I could muster. “I was never yours.”His laugh was cold, devoid of any warmth. “Look at you, playing human in this pathetic little town. Running a coffee shop, training with that broken excuse for a warrior.” His eyes glinted dangerously. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out about him?”My heart skipped a beat. Peter. How long had Dickson been watching me?“You’ve been busy, Luna,” he continued, stepping closer until I could feel his breath on my face. “Making friends, building a life, pretending you’re free.” His free hand came up to brush my cheek, and I jerked aw
PROLOGUEMy legs trembled as I stood before him, the mate bond between us shrieking in agony at his next words.My heart stopped. In that single word, I heard my sentence being passed.“I reject you! I will never accept you as my Luna!”The force of his rejection slammed into me like a physical blow, shattering my soul. Just hours ago, these same lips had whispered sweet promises against my skin. These same hands had touched me with reverence. Now, Alpha Finn Foster looked at me as if I were something rotten, something despised. Something he hated with a passion.“Alaric Blackstone’s daughter,” he spat the words like venom. “You deceived me.”My mate, the man the Moon Goddess had destined for me, the man who had held me in his arms just a night before, now glared at me as if I were a curse upon his existence. All because I was the daughter of his enemy.I wanted to tell him I hadn’t known—hadn’t known he was my father’s enemy, hadn’t known anything beyond the overwhelming pull of our
Scarlett’s POVIt was a day like any other, and I was buried in chores when the heavy door creaked open. My stepmother, Luna Elena, strode in, her eyes sharp and lips curved into that cruel smile she wore so well.“We’re going to the ball,” she declared with authority. “And you’re coming with us.”The words hit me like a slap. “What?” My voice barely escaped my lips. A ball? For people like me? It seemed impossible.“Are you deaf?” she hissed, taking a step closer. “Or should I carve it into that thick skull of yours?”“No, Luna— I mean, yes— I mean… why?” I stammered, my thoughts racing. A ball was for nobles and alliances—people who mattered. People like Nina, her perfect daughter. The werewolf kingdom didn’t even know I existed. I was just a secret kept behind closed doors, a stain hidden from the eyes of others.“You dare question me, b*tch?” Her glare burned into my skin.“I’m sorry,” I whispered, head bowed, hands trembling.Her voice turned icy. “You think I want to parade you
Scarlett’s POVHis husky voice made me tremble. “What is your name?”“Scarlett,” I replied softly, and to my surprise, a smile crept across my face. A sudden surge of warmth coursed through me, surprising in its intensity, as if I were reconnecting with a forgotten part of myself.“Finn,” he said, a matching smile lighting up his eyes. “Call me Finn.”“Finn,” I repeated, savoring the sound, letting it roll off my tongue as if it were a name I was meant to say.He stared at me, his deep blue eyes piercing through the walls I had built. They weren’t just beautiful; they were magnetic, drawing me in, making it impossible to look away. I felt my heart flutter, my breath catching as I tried to memorize every detail of his face. It was like he was trying to see beyond my brokenness, searching for the person I could be.“You look beautiful,” he whispered.I blushed. “Thank you. You look handsome as well.”Without saying a word, he reached for my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine. His
Scarlett’s POVThe morning sun pierced through my closed eyelids, awakening me with a pleasant ache in my muscles from last night’s passion. A smile crept onto my lips as I reached for his warmth on the silk sheets. I curled closer to him, feeling my heart race in the peaceful afterglow, his alpha presence making my omega instincts purr. The memory of his touch still lingered on my skin. The places he kissed and the fiery trails his touch left across every inch of me still made my wolf purr.It was real. I had finally found my mate. Someone who could love, cherish, and stand beside me. Someone who could save me from my agony and straighten my omega wolf. I had found that person.He was mine. My fated mate.The memory of meeting him last night was still vivid. The way he gazed at me across the ballroom, the instant connection that sparked between us. We didn’t even need formal introductions before our wolves recognized each other. Mate. The attraction was undeniable.His scent lingered
Scarlett’s povI felt overwhelming fear as I approached my father’s pack. I knew no one would miss me if I disappeared or died. I was unwanted and hated by everyone, even the man I called my father.I greeted a few people with a “Good morning” as I walked to the pack house, but they responded with a dead glare. I waved it off as I walked inside the pack house.I carefully opened the door, peeking inside to check if my stepmother was around. I prayed I wouldn’t run into her—if I did, I’d surely be punished. I had to hurry to my room, change, and clean the house before she realized I hadn’t been home last night.A small smile crept onto my face when I saw the place was empty. I tiptoed inside, making my way to the hellhole I was given as a room—a place with no bed, no pillow, nowhere to truly rest my head.Yes, I smiled. Just a little bit more, and I could enter my room. But my hope was shattered when I heard her voice—the voice that made my knees go weak. Cold sweat broke out on my for
ScarlettI used to think moonlight was beautiful. Stupid, really, how many nights I spent bathing in its glow, whispering prayers like some lovesick fool. Now, I can’t even look at it. I’ve draped black sheets over my windows, but still, that silver light finds ways to creep in, mocking me with its presence.I had spent so many nights gazing up at that same moon, praying to her. Praying for love. For a mate who would cherish me, who would finally make me feel whole. And yet, what had she given me? Rejection. Pain. Loneliness. The universe seemed to mock me, sending me more suffering when I had thought happiness was finally within reach.I was naïve to believe it could be different. I had wanted to trust her, the moon goddess. All those stories about her watching over us, guiding us toward our destined mates—lies. She hadn’t been watching over me. If she had, she would have seen the heartbreak I endured. The betrayal. She would have known how much I longed for acceptance and love.Inst