Forced into a marriage she never wanted, Scarlett Norman was humiliated when her husband failed to show up on their wedding day. Mocked by society and abandoned by the very man she was meant to marry, she stormed out, seeking solace in a hotel room near her workplace. Angry and desperate to reclaim control of her life, Scarlett made a reckless decision—she spent the night with a mysterious stranger. What was supposed to be a fleeting act of rebellion soon turned into a cruel twist of fate. The man she had unknowingly given herself to was none other than her elusive husband, the same man who had left her to face shame alone.
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Alpha Atticus: Meet me by the lockers after school.
I read his text once more, a smile forming on my lips.
Alpha Atticus had been my crush for years. Naturally, I couldn't contain my excitement when I saw his message pop up on my phone.
Heading towards the lockers, anticipating that he would finally confess his feelings for me, was the most exhilarating two minutes of my life.
Growing up as an Omega Rogue had been tormenting. Everyone around me had always insisted that I would never find a mate, and even if I did, they would never accept me.
I hadn't found my mate. Nevertheless, the strong pull I felt toward Atticus made me wonder if he could be the one.
I knew I was getting ahead of myself, but that's just how strongly I felt about him. I had always hoped that when I turned eighteen, I would experience a mate bond with him.
My hopes were shattered the moment I spotted him by the lockers.
"Ahhh! Fuck, your finger is inside me," Rosalie, the beta of his pack, moaned as Atticus fingered her aggressively.
It felt like a nightmare I had been invited to witness.
I couldn't even move a muscle as I watched them give in to their desires.
Atticus licked her chin as she squirmed and arched her head back, feeling his fingers penetrate her more deeply.
"Fuck! Better than any dildo---!" she screamed when he inserted his third finger. He was being rough with her, causing her to gasp for breath. But that was enough to shatter me.
"Finger my ho----le," she expressed her desire to be filled in every way, and he had only touched the entrance of her other opening when a gasp escaped my lips, making them aware of my presence.
"Ohhh!" Rosalie moaned even louder until she opened her eyes and saw me. The look of shock made her step away from him and fix her skirt. He turned around and smirked at me.
He knew I had been watching them.
He had to be aware of it. That text wasn't a declaration of his desire to see me, but rather a demonstration of how he would never be with someone like me. Many girls had a crush on him, but he only acknowledged me because he felt the pull. However, my certainty began to waver.
"How dare you?" Rosalie yelled in anger, taking steps towards me.
I knew I had to get away from them, or they would bully me to the point of tears for weeks.
"Cynthia!"
I heard Rosalie calling my name, chasing me down the school hallway. I clutched my phone tightly, but I had no one to call for help. I knew I was in this situation because I had taken it too seriously.
I wouldn't be running down the hall like a mad person if I hadn't been desperate for the attention of my Alpha crush. Just a few minutes ago, before the school bell rang, I received a message from my crush asking me to meet him by the lockers. I had made a mistake by taking it too seriously. Tears streamed down my face as their image kept replaying in my mind.
That smirk on Atticus' lips crushed my heart. He knew what he had done, but he didn't care.
Desperate to escape from them, I rushed out of the school. The rain only made matters worse. As I stepped onto the road, someone pushed me from behind, causing me to stumble and faceplant into the mud. I quickly got up, gasping for air. When I turned around to see who had pushed me, I realized it was Alpha Enzo, Atticus' best friend and someone who inexplicably hated me.
"Don't tell me you're in a hurry to masturbate while thinking about those two," Enzo chuckled, mocking my state.
I despised high school.
And I despised the royals, especially the alphas.
Despite my aching feet, I started sprinting away. I ran until I left them behind, or maybe they simply stopped pursuing me. I was breathing heavily, trying to calm my nerves, when a black Rolls-Royce pulled up next to me. It was a car I recognized. The man stepping out of it was dressed in a black suit. I was breathing loudly and in tears. I was familiar with his sharp features.
"Zeon Holt!" I whispered to myself, watching him emerge from the car and scan me. He was a 29-year-old friend of my father's. He had a strong jawline, blue eyes, prominent cheekbones, and an overall slender but muscular build.
My father was an older man, but this 29-year-old had been keeping him company, coming home late to gamble some money. He was devilishly handsome and rich, and he possessed a powerful wolf form.
"Are you okay? Why are you in this state?" His British accent was distinct, and his words flowed smoothly from his lips.
"I'm okay!" I lied, but he could tell. Being a wolf trainer gave him that advantage. He didn't care if the rain stained his fine suit and impeccably styled black hair.
"Get inside then. I'll give you a ride home," he offered, holding the car door open for me. Exhausted, I didn't refuse his offer and climbed into the car with him.
He started the car in silence. I kept my gaze fixed on the road, noticing how strong his cologne was. He didn't speak a word during the entire car ride, but being in the car with him felt strange. My rogue best friend, Mara, had always found him attractive and vowed to capture his attention.
Zeon was known in our little rogue neighborhood as a hunk. Every rogue woman desired to sleep with him at least once, but being only 18, I didn't have such desires. I feared my father would see me getting out of his car. However, it was a surprise when we arrived home and I saw my father standing on the front lawn, wearing a huge smile. It almost seemed like he was proud of me.
"Greetings!" my father exclaimed joyfully.
I followed Mr. Zeon out of the car and found my father suggesting that he stay until the rain subsided.
"You should stay over until the rain stops," my dad said, smiling like a fool.
"Thank you, but I have to g---" Mr. Zeon began to excuse himself, attempting to retreat to his car. However, I decided to ask him to stay for a while. He had been kind enough to give me a ride, and it was the least I could do.
"Mr. Zeon! Please stay over," I whispered, watching as he turned and gave me a brief, enigmatic smile. He truly was the most stunning man around here.
"Okay," he nodded sweetly, accepting my invitation and entering the house with my father, who hadn't stopped smiling the entire time.
I hurried into the only bathroom in the little hallway connected to the lounge. Once I stood beneath the shower, I began sobbing at the memory of Atticus and Rosalie. The fact that he had called me to the locker room just to show me that he would always choose someone better than me hurt the most. As I wept, I suddenly had the feeling of being watched. I turned towards the small hole in the door, caused by my father's anger-induced punch. This bathroom was reserved for showers only, and my father never walked by it while my sister and I were inside.
There should have been some light coming from within, but there wasn't. It could only mean one thing: somebody was watching me.
My skin became covered in goosebumps; cold shivers seemed to paralyze my body momentarily. I rushed to wrap a towel around myself. As I raised my head after tying it, light once again seeped through the hole. There was indeed someone who had seen me showering, and now they had departed.
I hurriedly dressed in a white dress, intending to go outside and catch the peeping Tom. However, as I exited the bathroom and reached the lounge, I discovered that Mr. Zeon Holt and my father had already left.
So, who the hell was watching me?
Wayne glanced out the window, his stern face devoid of any expression. Only when he thought of someone did a hint of warmth appear. "To the Norman Family." " yes sir, he replied and headed towards the Norman Family residence. In no time, they arrived at the residence. Wayne got out of the car. "Leave the keys. You can go back." "Yes, sir." The driver parked the car and handed over the keys. Wayne took them and walked towards the house. The living room was empty and quiet; Scarlett was nowhere to be seen. He frowned slightly. Could she be out? No, that didn’t make sense. She wouldn’t take the baby out after just finding him. He began searching room by room, starting downstairs and then moving upstairs. Finally, when he pushed open one of the doors, he saw Scarlett.She was lying on her side on the bed, gently patting the baby, trying to lull him to sleep. He walked in quietly, his movements as light as possible, yet Scarlett still noticed someone entering. She turned her he
Before the lawyer could even begin reading the contents, Caroline couldn't wait any longer. She snatched the document from him, eagerly opening it to browse through the contents. Her heart was filled with joy and anticipation, dreaming of inheriting all the Norman Family's assets. However... The more she read, the paler her face became. By the end, her face was completely drained of color. "No, this can't be. Andrew would never do this to me. This must be fake. It has to be fake!" She screamed in madness, tearing the document to shreds. The lawyer didn't stop her because it was just a copy, not the original. It didn't matter if she tore it up. "You must have all conspired against me!" She glared at the lawyer and then turned her gaze to Scarlett and Beatrice. "You two! It must be you two behind this!" Scarlett couldn't be bothered to waste words with her. She signaled the lawyer to read the will. Caroline wasn't about to give up easily, but Adrian held her back and said, "Mom,
As she spoke, she noticed Scarlett holding a tiny baby in her arms. She quickly walked over and asked, "Where did this baby come from?" Before she could answer, she guessed, "Is it your friend's?" "It's mine," Scarlett said. Mrs. Robert's eyes widened. "Young Mistress... what did you say? Whose child is this?" Quickly, she thought of something. "Could it be the Master's?" Scarlett shook her head. "No." "What?!" Mrs. Robert was flabbergasted. "If it's not the Master's, then whose is it? Did you have a child with another man?" Scarlett didn't deny it. "Yes." "Scarlett," a deep, anger-laden voice sounded from behind her. Scarlett turned around to see Old Master Gray standing on the steps at the doorway, leaning on his cane. From his expression, it was clear he had heard Mrs. Robert's words. His face was ashen, and he spoke in a steady, yet stern voice, "Come with me." After speaking, she walked inside and headed towards Wayne's study. Butler Ronald glanced at Scarle
It was Adrian! "Adrian!" Caroline rushed over in a panic, terrified that something terrible had happened to her son. She lifted the metal frame and cradled her unconscious son, patting his cheeks. "Adrian, wake up! Please don't scare me like this, please..." Caroline was genuinely crying. Adrian was her only son, and all her hopes were pinned on him. If anything happened to him, she wouldn't be able to live on. Everything she did was for her son! "Are you stupid? Why did you save that woman who's fighting you for the inheritance?Scarlett's knee was bleeding heavily from the impact, but she ignored her own injury and took out her phone to call 911. She limped over, wanting to check Adrian's condition. Caroline, thinking Scarlett meant harm, pushed her away. "Don't touch my son!"Scarlett stumbled from the push. "If you don't want your son to be in danger, let me take a look. I'm a doctor; I won't hurt him," she said coldly. Caroline, still holding her son and crying, accused
"It's not up to you to decide who gets the Norman family's inheritance, Caroline. I will find out how my dad really died, and if you had anything to do with it, I won't let you off," Scarlett said coldly. Caroline had just returned, "If you dare to fight my son for the inheritance, I won't let you off either!" "Mom..." Adrian tried to persuade her. Andrew had just passed away, and here they were, arguing heatedly in front of his body. How could the deceased rest in peace? "Adrian, I'm telling you, don't let your father brainwash you. I'm the one closest to you. What does Scarlett have to do with you?" Caroline snapped. Adrian always sided with Scarlett, which made her very unhappy. She believed that Adrian's behavior was all Andrew's fault. He had instilled the wrong ideas in their son! Half-siblings, what kind of bond could they have? Given her own conflicts with Scarlett, it was destined that Adrian could never see Scarlett as family! And now, with the inheritance dispute,
Scarlett explained in a soft voice.Wayne only had a rough idea of what happened. After all, Caroline had chosen a remote location, and Wayne was clueless about what transpired in between. Hearing Scarlett say that Caroline had tried to harm her, Wayne's nerves tightened. "Are you hurt?" he asked. Scarlett shook her head. Thinking about Julian's injury, Wayne felt reassured. She was skilled with a scalpel; it wasn't easy to harm or capture her. However, she was still a girl, and no matter how smart, her physical strength had its limits. "Be careful from now on," he advised. "If anything happens, contact me immediately." "Okay," Scarlett replied, her clear, bright eyes blinking. "Wayne, I..." She wanted to tell him that she had given birth to a child. But as the words reached her lips, she hesitated, unsure of how to begin. "What's wrong?" Wayne asked. she lowered her head, trying to find the right words in her mind. "It's about last time. I had something important
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