All Chapters of Scarlett (Second Edition): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Scarlett’s POVI felt our connection solidify, forming a bond so deep and unbreakable that I could feel his every emotion, his every heartbeat resonating within me. His body trembled as he pulled his teeth from my skin, licking the wound to seal it, and I was still lost in bliss, my body shuddering from the aftershocks. Guided by instinct, I leaned in, sinking my human teeth into the spot on his neck, claiming him as mine. It took all my strength, but I pushed through, and the moment I broke his skin, a fresh surge of pleasure coursed through us both. Maxwell’s body stilled as he groaned, filling me, his hands gripping me tightly as his release consumed him.My core clenched around him, pulling him deeper, taking everything he had to give. When the intensity finally subsided, he laid me down gently, slipping out of me as I panted, my body trembling, my heart racing.I barely had time to catch my breath before Lucian’s presence filled the room. “Come on, Scarlett; you need to rest befo

Part 2Scarlett’s POVThe months passed, and my bond with Lucian, Maxwell, and Clay deepened in ways I hadn’t anticipated. They each had layers that continued to surprise me—strength tempered with kindness, passion wrapped in gentle understanding. They made me feel treasured, valued, and safe. My world was full, richer than I’d ever dreamed, and yet, shadows lingered on the edges of my happiness.When they suggested a visit to the South, my heart tightened. The South was where I had been sold, a place tainted by betrayal and pain. Facing those who had once traded my life away felt like a nightmare I wasn’t ready to confront. The thought of seeing David, the one who had orchestrated my suffering, stirred a deep anger within me. If I saw him again, I knew I would demand justice. I couldn’t forgive or forget, and I wasn’t sure if I ever wanted to.Despite these reservations, life continued smoothly. My role as Luna was fulfilling, challenging, and sometimes even amusing. Stasia had made

Scarlett’s POVGregory approached me with a smooth, almost predatory air, his blue eyes focused intently on me. “How do you like it here, Luna?” he asked. He was a striking man—red hair, muscular build, and around Lucian’s age—but there was something unsettling in his gaze. He was undeniably handsome, but I felt no attraction toward him. If anything, his attention made me uneasy, as if there were more behind his words than he let on.“It’s amazing,” I replied, keeping my tone light, polite. He gave a small nod, his eyes searching mine as if he were trying to unravel something hidden within me.“Where are you from?” he continued, tilting his head slightly, his eyes narrowing with curiosity. “You look more like a Southerner.”I gave him a small smile, nodding. “Well, you guessed right. I am a Southerner who traveled north to find my mates.” The moment I said it, I heard a low, protective growl from Clay, a reminder that my mates were always watchful, always aware.Gregory leaned in, his

Lucian’s POVI needed Gregory’s help for trade in the North, but every time I saw him casting those lingering looks at Scarlett, my stomach tightened with anger.He was being more than friendly, and she, for some reason, seemed to welcome it, laughing a little too warmly at his jokes, her eyes shining just a bit too brightly. I knew I couldn’t reprimand her in front of him; that would be unfair and humiliating. So, I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to stay silent, to swallow down the bitter frustration building up inside me. I didn’t let out a breath until she elegantly turned him down when he asked her to dance. That brought me a small wave of relief, but it didn’t wash away my worry entirely.Why was I even worried? Scarlett was ours—claimed and marked. Yet, I couldn’t shake the nervous tension that gnawed at me, the lingering fear that maybe, just maybe, Gregory was getting to her. He looked at her with a hunger that made my blood boil, as if he were under her spell. And maybe he

Lucian’s POVI woke up with a splitting headache, the pain so intense it seemed to throb with my every heartbeat. As I groaned, the memories of the night before came rushing back, and a terrible realisation struck me—it had to have been wolfsbane in our drinks.That was the only reason why we would all wake up like this, heads pounding and memories foggy. Shaking off the pain as best as I could, I nudged Clay and Maxwell awake. They stirred, groggy and confused, but eventually managed to sit up, their faces mirroring my own discomfort.Needing relief, I headed to my room for painkillers, but as soon as I entered, something felt off. The room was empty, the bed undisturbed. Scarlett’s scent, usually lingering softly in the air, was absent. My stomach twisted. Had she not slept here last night? Anxiety prickled at the edges of my mind as I left my room and checked both Clay’s and Maxwell’s rooms, hoping she’d simply ended up there. But she wasn’t there either. A cold dread began to cree