All Chapters of Scarlett (Second Edition): Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Lucian’s POV“Why do you say that?” I asked, narrowing my eyes as I searched Garland’s face for any hint of manipulation.“There’s no way these groups could have risen so suddenly and powerfully without your knowledge—unless David Moreski hasn’t been giving you accurate reports,” Garland replied, his tone sharp with conviction. “And if that’s the case, he’s hiding something. Think about it. Do you know how Nikolay died?”I shook my head, a flicker of discomfort rippling through me. None of us had ever asked Scarlett about her father’s death. We were too relieved to be free from his shadow to care about the details.Garland leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. “Nikolay went to battle and came back poisoned with silver. That’s a wound a man like him should’ve been able to recover from—but he never healed. He died. David went to that battle with him and returned completely unscathed.”The room grew colder as his words sank in.“He didn’t have a Luna to te

Scarlett’s POVMorning came quietly, and I noticed right away that Maxwell and Clay weren’t in the apartment. Lucian explained that they had left early to attend to matters in their respective territories. Apparently, they might not be returning anytime soon. Clay, however, had made me something special before leaving—a small, sweet gesture that made me smile—and Lucian assured me they had promised to call when they could. It seemed they had been in a rush to get their affairs in order.“What exactly did they go to do?” I asked Lucian, sipping my orange juice.“They went to arrest the defective Alphas who handed their territories over to Garland without proper authorization,” he said, his tone sharp with disapproval. “They may hold the title of Alpha, but we own the region. It’s our right to choose who leads each territory, and it’s time we reinforced that point. The power dynamics need to be clear.”His gaze softened as he looked at me, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I have plac

Scarlett’s POVTears began streaming down her cheeks. “They told me I had created a great evil. That the union between your father and Gweniver—despite not yielding magic—had still created something dark. The bond, paired with the seer’s blessing, had corrupted the child in her womb. That child would bring calamity.”Her voice cracked as she continued, “I was devastated. And your mother… your mother was hurt beyond words. She felt betrayed by your father, furious that he had gone behind her back. But she was also a woman of action. She saw the threat and recognized the danger. With your father away fighting his war, she decided to take it upon herself to fix the problem.”Alison’s voice dropped to a whisper, trembling with emotion. “Your mother hunted Gweniver down. It wasn’t easy. Gweniver was a seer, after all, and she could always see when your mother was coming. She evaded her for months, using her abilities to stay one step ahead. But eventually, her luck ran out. Your mother cau

Scarlett’s POVI was in the garden meditating, trying to tame the fire element that seemed so eager to flare out of control. As a result of my focus, the wind element had been acting up, swirling unpredictably around me.Alison had been a tremendous help, guiding me as I began to understand the individual nature of each magic and how to balance them as a whole. Still, my mind felt heavy, burdened by the truths I had uncovered about my parents and the painful legacy they left behind.I knew I couldn’t dwell in this grief forever. My people needed me, and it was time to embrace the strength and determination of my parents.They had been fierce and strong, their only flaw being that they cared too much. That flaw, I decided, would become my greatest strength as I worked to finish what my mother had started eighteen years ago.Lucian’s voice suddenly broke through my thoughts, linking with me.“Come to the field. I have a gift for you,” he said, his tone carrying an edge of anticipation.

Scarlett’s POVWhen Maxwell and Clay returned after four days, I was furious with them. They hadn’t called or sent any word since the second day, leaving Lucian and me to speculate anxiously about what was going on. Elsa’s calm reassurance that everything would be fine had been the only thing keeping my worry from spiraling out of control.But now, seeing the looks on Maxwell and Clay’s faces as they walked into the living room, my frustration quickly gave way to dread. Something was wrong—terribly wrong.Maxwell entered first, his expression grim, while Clay sank onto the couch, looking worn and unsettled. I could feel the tension radiating from both of them. Their panic and worry were almost palpable.“What’s the matter?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. My magic crackled faintly in response to my growing unease. Clay avoided my gaze, clearly struggling to find the words.“I can handle it,” I pressed, trying to steady myself. “Tell me what’s going on.”Clay sighed heavily,