All Chapters of Scarlett (Second Edition): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Scarlett’s POVMy mates had been gently urging me to move into their apartment, a plea that carried both their concern and desire for me to stay close. But as much as I wanted to be near them, I wasn’t quite ready to take that step. I knew that moving in would bring us to a place where we’d share everything, and I wasn’t prepared yet.The thought of it was thrilling, something I looked forward to with all my heart, but a part of me knew I needed just a bit more time. Lucian looked especially crestfallen when I refused, his expression pulling at my heart, and I felt a pang of guilt as I watched his face fall. Still, he offered to walk me back to my room, and I gratefully accepted.I thought Clay and Maxwell might follow us, but they stayed behind, respecting the space I needed. When I opened the door to my room, I noticed immediately that the lock hadn’t been fixed, the handle still broken from the attack. Lucian sighed, looking slightly frustrated.“I’ll get someone to repair it as so

Scarlett’s POVThe sensation was electric. His mouth on me was like fire, each touch, each kiss sending waves of pleasure through me. I felt myself grow bolder, the pleasure making me fearless. I sat up just enough to watch him, and the sight of him there, devouring me with a hunger that mirrored my own, sent me over the edge. My body trembled as I moaned his name, my fingers gripping the sheets.“Lucian,” I gasped, my voice barely more than a whisper, and he responded by sucking on my most sensitive spot, his tongue flicking and teasing until I felt a rush build, wave after wave of pleasure washing through me. It filled me, leaving me breathless, shaking as the sensation tore through my body.I barely had time to recover when I felt him again, relentless, as he continued, drawing me into another intense release. This time, the pleasure was so overwhelming I had to beg him to stop, my voice hoarse, pleading. Finally, he looked up, his gaze heavy-lidded, his lips glistening with my rel

Lucian’s POV“So, how may I help you?” Elsa asked, her eyes warm but shadowed with curiosity and concern. Her smile was gentle, but the air around us felt thick, as though the unlit fireplace had brought more than just a chill to the room.I took a steadying breath. “There have been three recent attacks,” I began, feeling the weight of each word. “We don’t know who’s behind them or why. Should we be worried, or will this trouble pass?”Elsa’s smile faded as she sighed, her gaze dropping to the bowl on the table. “I can’t promise the spirits will reveal everything, but let’s ask them,” she said softly. “Please, wash your hands in the bowl, one at a time, so I can seek answers.”One by one, we each placed our hands in the cool water of the bowl, feeling a strange prickling sensation as we did so. When we’d finished, Elsa leaned over the bowl, her gaze sharpening, and I felt a shiver as a cold breeze drifted through the room. The bowl began to glow faintly, as if it held a hidden fire, a

Scarlett’s POVThe day had been long and filled with responsibilities, most of which were still unfamiliar to me. Lucian had insisted that I learn how the pack house was run since, as Luna, I’d be expected to take charge one day.At first, I’d felt unsure, even a bit out of place, as though this role was a cloak too big for my shoulders. But as the day wore on, my doubts slowly began to melt away. I found myself fitting into the rhythm, feeling a strange comfort in the structure of it all. I held onto the hope that, in time, we would grow close, that love would eventually follow.Still, I couldn’t ignore the nagging worry about my wolf. I was running out of time—if I turned nineteen and she still hadn’t appeared, the reality of being wolfless would be unavoidable. A wolfless Luna, a Vladislav without a wolf; I could already imagine the murmurs, the doubts, the questioning stares. I tried to keep faith in whatever the goddess had planned for me, praying there was some hidden purpose to

Scarlett’s POVThe pain seemed to go on forever, each wave crashing into me like jagged glass, relentless and consuming. The voice was faint but insistent, like someone whispering from far away, and every time it spoke, the pain in my head sharpened, as if a dull saw was trying to slice through my skull. It was unbearable, impossible to ignore.I curled up on the floor, clutching my head tightly, every muscle trembling as I fought against the agony. I could feel hot tears streaming down my face as I whimpered, desperate for relief, praying that somehow, some way, the pain would stop. Eventually, exhaustion took over, and I slipped into darkness.When I opened my eyes, I felt softness beneath me and realised I was lying in a bed—Lucian’s bed. I blinked slowly, taking in the familiar room around me, and attempted to sit up, but a fierce pounding in my head held me back. It felt like my skull was being hammered from the inside, each throb a reminder of the agony I’d just endured.“Are yo