All Chapters of Scarlett (Second Edition): Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Scarlett’s POVI sat there, gripping the couch tightly as I fought against the relentless pull of my mate bond. It was agonising, like being stretched between two worlds—one in which I was finally free, where I had Keith and the chance to heal, and the other, a dark place I desperately wanted to leave behind. Yet, Lucian’s bond was the strongest, tugging at me with a force I couldn’t ignore, and I felt a sinking realisation that, somehow, I was pulling on that bond too.“What is this, Midnight?” I whispered to my wolf, hoping she could explain.“Mate,” she replied, her voice distant, almost hypnotic, as though she were caught in some spell beyond her control.Forty minutes passed with me sitting still, struggling against the pull. Each minute felt like a lifetime, and finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood, taking a deep breath, convincing myself that a quick trip out of the room would do no harm. Keith wouldn’t be mad. This was my home too, wasn’t it? I had the right to move ab

Scarlett’s POVCould it really be true? The three of them, here, in the mansion? I stared at Martha, disbelief tightening my chest.“They forced you to come here?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper, but Martha shook her head gently.“No, Scarlett. They didn’t force me. They begged me, pleaded with me to come, to ask for your forgiveness and bring you home. I chose to speak with you alone first while they meet with Keith. They’re desperate, Scarlett,” she explained. Her words hit me hard, and suddenly, I understood why Keith had been so tense, why he hadn’t wanted me to leave the room. He knew the effect they had on me and didn’t trust that I could keep myself steady with them so close.But the memories of the pain, the rejection, and the betrayal washed over me like a cold wave. I shook my head, bracing myself against it all.“I can’t go back, Martha. I’m sorry, but I won’t. I won’t return to that place—a place where I was treated like dirt, where no one cared about me or respected m

Scarlett’s POVMy voice wavered, and I saw Clay’s face crumble further, guilt etched in every line. But I kept going, needing them to understand, once and for all.“Why would I ever go back to a place like that? A place where the weak are preyed upon and where Alphas would rather protect their pack members than their own mate? You let Bianca poison our bond. You chose her word over mine, allowed the elders to humiliate me, stood by while the pack ridiculed me. Why would I ever return to that life?”Clay nodded, his face pale and full of regret. “You don’t have to stay in Redcape, Scarlett. We… we know how toxic it was for you there. The Highlands, Tealberg—they’re different. Kinder. More accepting. We’ll go wherever you feel safe. Everyone who hurt you has faced justice, everyone except Timothy and Tasha. And they… they’re yours to deal with however you choose.”His words gave me pause.Lucian’s voice broke as he looked up at me, his eyes red and filled with a raw desperation that pul

Scarlett’s POVI felt an ache deep inside as I realized I needed to see Keith, to apologize and try to make things right with him. I wished I’d stayed upstairs, away from the tangled mess of my emotions, but Midnight, my wolf, was restless, pushing me to follow the bond I shared with my mates. Now, looking back, I regretted coming down. I felt a painful pull between two worlds, unable to deny that leaving Keith didn’t feel right—but ignoring my mates felt worse.I knew I was meant to be with my mates, if only they hadn’t broken everything we had. My heart felt torn, trapped between fate’s design and my own sense of reason. The more I thought about it, the more hopeless it all seemed. I wished I could have them all, keep Keith and my mates together in some impossible harmony. But Keith wouldn’t share—he’d made that clear. And as much as I wanted to believe otherwise, I doubted my mates would be willing to either. Our lives, split between different packs and lands, made it all impossibl

Scarlett’s POVSilence settled in the car, thick and uncomfortable. No one spoke; no one dared. I preferred it this way – their voices grated on me, reminders of everything I’d lost and everything they’d taken from me. I had no desire to reconnect or to forgive. Instead, I had my own plans, my own agenda. At the top of my list was vengeance.I could almost see their faces, the ones who had wronged me – Timothy, Tasha, Stasia, Bianca, the bearded man, David, all those who had spun lies, who had watched as I suffered. They had fed off my misery, turned their backs on my cries for help. Now, they would face the Vladislav they had molded me into. I would become the monster they feared – but only for a while. And once I was done, once I had cleared out the rot, maybe I could finally let go, just as Keith had urged me to. Maybe then, I could finally release this anger, shed the darkness.I glanced at the road ahead, a vision of Redcape looming like a shadow in my mind. I would take back wha