All Chapters of Scarlett (Second Edition): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Scarlett’s POV“What did I do to you?” I screamed, my voice hoarse, desperate for some answer, some flicker of humanity from my father’s Beta. But David’s face was stone-cold, void of any trace of empathy. He didn’t even glance at me.With mechanical indifference, he took a briefcase from the bearded man and turned his back, as if I were already a distant memory. I clenched my teeth, vowing silently that if I survived this, I would come back for him. One day, I would make him feel every ounce of betrayal he had given me.I felt the unyielding bite of silver on my wrists and ankles, binding me, draining any chance I might have had of escaping. The men shoved me into the back of the truck, where two other strangers held me down with callous strength. I knew I didn’t stand a chance against them. I was helpless, forced to endure whatever came next.The journey dragged on, and the air grew colder with each mile. I had no clothes to shield me from the chill, no wolf to heat my blood. Eventu

Scarlett’s POVThe woman led me into a small, cramped room, finally freeing me from the silver shackles. The relief was immediate, though I still felt the burn of where the metal had pressed against my skin. She explained that I would stay here until the Alphas decided to see me again. Her words left an unsettling feeling in my gut.These were Valkin Alphas, after all. With no leader in the South, they could easily take the land in my absence—or worse, the other Valkin Alphas from the East or West might seize the opportunity.“While you wait for them to attend to you, you might want to find work around here to feed yourself. They haven’t thought of provisions for your upkeep yet,” she said, her voice practical, but to me, it was chilling.I was stranded, with nothing but uncertainty surrounding me. These men behaved as if they held some grudge against me, and their questions had been so strange, almost as though they were piecing together a story I couldn’t see. I didn’t understand. I

Scarlett’s POVThe dark-haired Valkin Alpha strode into the room, his eyes narrowed in a glare that was almost venomous. I kept my gaze lowered, knowing that meeting his stare would only provoke him further. His scorn was palpable, filling the room with an oppressive weight.“I see you’ve made yourself comfortable already,” he sneered. I stayed silent, my heart beating heavily in my chest.“Who gave you clothes?” he pressed, and I felt a pang of dread. I couldn’t bring myself to betray the old woman who had shown me kindness, so I lied, summoning as much defiance as I could muster.“I stole them,” I replied. His expression shifted, and soon the other two entered, laughter bubbling up as if I were some private joke.“You are indeed your father’s child,” the dirty blonde remarked, his voice laced with contempt. Heat flushed through me at the insult, anger boiling over.“My father may be many things, but he is no thief,” I shot back. I’d held my tongue long enough; I wasn’t about to let

Lucian’s POVWhen they brought her to us, her scent filled the air, rich and undeniable, tugging at our instincts, stirring something raw and primal within each of us. But we fought against it, resisting the pull that should have bound us to her. She might be our fated mate, but she was also the daughter of Nikolay Vladislav, the man who had destroyed everything and everyone we cared about.That fate bond—something she’d insulted by giving herself to others—meant we owed her nothing but the disdain her father had earned. We were determined to make sure a part of that bastard suffered, and she was our means to fulfill that promise.In every sense, she seemed to mirror her father: loose, reckless, unworthy of trust. Our wolves stirred, restless and drawn to her, but we fought them, reminding ourselves of her lineage. Her father’s blood ran through her veins, and she had tainted herself, robbing us of the respect and devotion we might have given her.Under different circumstances, we wou

Scarlett’s POVThe first week with the Alphas was nothing short of hell. Every attempt I made to escape ended the same way: someone would catch me and drag me back to the house like a misbehaving pet.I had learned their names by now—the dark-haired one was Lucian, whose anger was quick and relentless; Clay, with the silver hair, was the least abusive, the only one who showed me any small kindness; and Maxwell, the dirty-blonde, watched me with a constant, simmering disdain. Of the three, only Clay had slipped me a blanket each night as I lay on the couch, even though Lucian and Maxwell made it clear they disapproved, grumbling that I deserved no comforts.They threw the worst accusations at me, calling me a slut, a betrayer of the bond. I could only guess my father had inflicted unspeakable pain on them, but it still didn’t justify the way they treated me. When I tried to explain that I’d never seen them before, that I hadn’t rejected any bond, they dismissed my words as lies.Their