All Chapters of Scarlett (Second Edition): Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Scarlett’s POVI entered a dining room that felt almost regal, the kind of room that invited reverence. A polished, four-seater wooden table dominated the space, its surface gleaming under the warm, intimate light. The craftsmanship was beautiful, a reminder of the table my father once had. It felt oddly nostalgic, though I tried to push that thought away. The décor was a touch extravagant, befitting an Alpha who had the means to spare, and though I was alone at the table, the soft elegance of my beige gown kept me from feeling out of place. I never would have guessed that the stranger I’d waved down on the highway would lead me here, to such a strange, almost surreal new beginning.A voice cut through my thoughts. “Alpha Keith Harold is making an entrance.”My heart skipped a beat. My mates had spoken of a different Alpha in the West, and the name Keith Harold was unfamiliar. I scrambled to my feet, hands trembling with nerves. What if this Alpha didn’t take kindly to a stranger? Wha

Maxwell’s POVSleep was no friend to us at night. It was more like a shadow that mocked us, a bitter reminder of the peace we’d lost. Every minute stretched out, endless and heavy, as our minds circled around one agonising thought—where was Scarlett? What if she was cold? What if she was hurt? Every possibility tore into me, and all I could do was stay up in my room, drowning in a despair so deep it felt like it would swallow me whole. Tears flowed, and I didn’t hold them back. For once, I was powerless to fix this.We’d tried everything. We even went to the seer, clinging to hope she’d have an answer, some vision to guide us. But not this time. Not even she could help us, and honestly, I couldn’t blame her. How could I blame anyone but myself? We’d failed Scarlett. Our own mate, our own heart.We were so caught up in not upsetting the Alpha of the West, in keeping our own skins safe, that we forgot about the person who mattered most. I couldn’t stop the guilt that ate away at me, the

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 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 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