All Chapters of Scarlett (Second Edition): Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Scarlett’s POVI felt a faint tickling on my feet as I stirred in my sleep, my senses slowly awakening. The warm, familiar scent of sandalwood and cinnamon enveloped me, pulling me further from the haze of rest. Groggily, I opened my eyes, and there they were—Maxwell and Clay, standing in my room. Maxwell held a feather in his hand, his smirk unmistakable. It didn’t take much to figure out where the tickle had come from.“Overworked yourself today, didn’t you?” Maxwell teased, his tone lighthearted, and Clay chuckled softly beside him.I sat up, rubbing the remnants of sleep from my eyes, and glanced at the clock. Nine in the evening. I had slept longer than I intended.“Elsa has been waiting for you since eight,” Maxwell added, his teasing tone fading as he reminded me of my overdue appointment. I glanced at Clay for confirmation, and he nodded.“And the meal we made for you is cold,” Clay said, his voice quieter, tinged with care. “But I’m sure it can be heated up if you want to eat

Scarlett’s POVThe silence that followed his words was deafening. His vulnerability, his brokenness, and his determination all hung in the air, leaving me to decide if this man—flawed and remorseful, but deeply committed—was someone I could risk my heart for again.Lucian’s voice was sincere, each word laced with raw emotion and heavy with self-doubt. I could feel the weight he carried, the way he had internalized every failure, every moment he thought he’d let me down. His remorse wasn’t performative; it was tangible, bleeding into the space between us. Lucian wasn’t just apologizing—he was laying himself bare, stripped of pride, offering himself wholly, ready to rebuild the pieces of what we had shattered if only I would let him.I took a deep breath, his words swirling in my mind, along with his promises and the unspoken burdens he was ready to bear. We all had scars, wounds we couldn’t undo. Pain that lingered, even as we tried to move forward. His vulnerability mirrored my own, a

Scarlett’s POVThe meditation techniques Keith had taught me came to mind, their simplicity grounding me in the moment. Slowly, my breathing steadied, and I let go of the distractions around me, focusing entirely on the bond between me and Midnight. The stillness grew, and I felt the spirit within me stirring, responding to my call.“Good,” Elsa said softly, her voice distant yet grounding. “Now hold onto it, Scarlett. Let the vision come to you.”I allowed myself to sink deeper, opening my mind to the flow of energy and magic within. The world around me faded, replaced by the hum of spirit and power awakening in my core, ready to reveal what I needed to see.As I sank deeper into my focus, a cool breeze swept through me, far too crisp and otherworldly to be the winter air around us. My eyes were closed, yet I could still see. The colors of the magic swirling in my vision shifted and expanded, and through this ethereal haze, Elsa came into view.I saw her wolf—a phantom-like, whitish-

Scarlett’s POVAfter the shower, Clay and I sat down for breakfast. The warm, homely atmosphere was comforting, but soon, he had to leave to join Maxwell and Lucian. The weight of responsibility was heavy on all of them, and I could sense there was a lot of work to be done.Left alone, I decided to rest while waiting for Alisson’s arrival. I curled up on the couch in the living room, my thoughts drifting back to Elsa’s revelations. Her words echoed in my mind, especially the warning about the dark rider. I knew it wouldn’t be right to keep what I’d learned from Keith. He might have the magic to glimpse the future, but he still needed to be warned.The thought of calling him after so much time felt strange—awkward even—but it was a bridge I needed to cross. In another life, things could have been different between us. Keith had been one of the best parts of my journey, and nothing could take that away.Taking a deep breath, I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. This time, I was

Lucian’s POVGarland let out a slow, tired sigh, like he’d been waiting for this question. “It has always been about the strongest taking everything,” he began, his voice bitter but resigned. “Before Nikolay, conquest wasn’t just a way of life—it was survival. Your parents, if they had lived longer, would have taught you the same. That’s what Valkin alphas do. They maintain power by gaining more of it. Packs that fail to produce Valkin are destined to lose. Nikolay…” He trailed off, shaking his head.“That bastard wanted peace. He believed he was created to bring balance and stability, and he pursued it with ruthless determination. Even your parents didn’t agree with his vision entirely. The lands they acquired were won through conquest. But Nikolay decided conquest was done. He wanted everyone to stay in their regions, to settle, to ‘give peace a chance.’ And so here we are.”He exhaled again, the weight of history and his own mistakes evident in his voice. I watched him closely, his