All Chapters of Scarlett (Second Edition): Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Lucian’s POVElsa was hiding something from us. I could tell. She thought it would be better for us not to know, like she was shielding us from some truth that could break us. I prayed, deeply, that whatever she was holding back wasn’t something too awful, something that would shatter what little we had left.“I just need the spirit to give us a sign,” Maxwell murmured, his voice thick with grief as tears rolled down his cheeks.That’s all we really wanted—a sign. A clear path. We needed something solid, something real to grasp onto in this dark, foggy mess.Elsa’s face was calm as she replied, “I’ve already told you—the spirits say to form an alliance with the West. They are pointing west.”But I shook my head, frustration edging my voice. “Not for the war, Elsa. I need a direction to find Scarlett.”She lowered her head, a sad acknowledgment in her expression. “I don’t have magic, Alpha. I only know what the spirits choose to share with me. But I’ll tell you this: bittersweet news i

Clay’s POVThe simplicity of her advice was almost infuriating. It seemed impossible—to march into the West, to face the man who held our mate, and to keep our fury in check. But if Elsa’s warning held any truth, there was more at stake than just our pride. If we wanted any chance of winning Scarlett back, we’d have to swallow our rage and tread carefully.At this point, Elsa’s advice was all we could lean on. The three of us had tangled ourselves so deeply in our own mistakes, and there was nothing left to do but hope we could somehow unravel it.Suddenly, Gamma Luke’s voice echoed urgently in my mind. “Alpha!” I could sense he was reaching out to all three of us. I glanced at Lucian and Maxwell, feeling a weight settle over me.“What is it, Luke?” I asked, bracing myself.“Warriors from the East took over Iceland and Bariane last night. And the Valkin Alpha, Garland Richmond, sent a parcel with a letter addressed to the three of you.”I stood up, a sickening feeling washing over me.

Clay’s POVEach line dripped with arrogance and malice, and the threat was unmistakable. The horror of losing Thomas paled in comparison to the potential destruction Garland was now promising. He didn’t just want land or power—he wanted to humiliate us, to rip everything we’d built right from our grasp.I folded the letter slowly, my mind racing. Garland’s words were a brutal reminder of how precarious our position had become. It wasn’t just a fight for territory anymore; it was a fight for survival. We had to find a way to defend ourselves, to outwit Garland at his own game, and somehow keep the North and South from falling under his control. And above all, we had to honour Thomas’s sacrifice. His loyalty couldn’t be in vain.Garland’s threat echoed in my mind. He’d given us a week—one week to decide our fate. If we didn’t respond, he’d bring war down upon us with full force, showing no mercy. I could feel his confidence in every word, a confidence born from the brutal reality we cou

Scarlett’s POVKeith’s hands gripped my waist, his eyes a striking, neon blue, glowing with a power that seemed to seep from his very soul. I could feel his magic reaching out, surrounding me, like a soft, warm blanket that seemed to fill every corner of my being. It was a pure, raw energy that poured into me, amplifying my desire, stirring something deeper than I had ever known. A shiver ran through my body as his magic intensified every touch, every sensation.I could feel it as though there were hands and lips all over me, wrapping me in waves of euphoria. It was more than touch; it was an incredible, immersive experience that was beyond anything physical. It was a connection, a bond that resonated with my very soul. Keith’s magic made me feel weightless, lifted and carried by the pleasure it brought, leaving me breathless, lost in the rush of sensation.I felt like I was flying, soaring through a place of bliss that I never wanted to leave, savoring every single second, every sing

Scarlett’s POVThe kappa led me down the narrow, dimly lit staircase, the air growing colder and heavier with each step. When we reached Geoffrey’s cell, I took a slow, steady breath. There he was, shackled to the wall with thick silver chains that kept his wolf at bay, unable to heal him. His face was bruised and swollen, his clothes torn and filthy. He looked pitiful, a stark contrast to the smug, arrogant man who had once looked down on me. A small, filthy polka-dot handkerchief lay on the ground beside him, a reminder of the opulent party from which he’d been dragged.He lifted his head slowly, his gaze meeting mine with a flicker of fear. Gone was the proud, condescending Geoffrey I remembered. Now, he was nothing but a broken man, a prisoner who knew his time had come.“Hello, Geoffrey,” I said, my voice dripping with cold satisfaction. Midnight stirred within me, her anticipation vibrating through every fiber of my being.He shifted, as if trying to put on a brave face, but the