They are finally under the same roof!
Scarlet’s POVI watched him walk away from me, disappearing into the darkness of the hall, and I felt my heart break. Angry, frustrated, and shattered, I went to the other side of the house where my room was and collapsed on the bed, crying for hours. Eventually, the tears dried, but the ache remained. I told myself that I would leave this house in the morning, no matter the danger. I would leave him behind.But before the first light of dawn, I could not bear it any longer. I slipped out of my room with no clear destination in mind and found myself standing in front of his door. My hand reached out and turned the knob, and there he was, asleep in his bed.I climbed into his bed quietly, my body trembling. I pressed myself against his chest, resting my head on his shoulder.A moment later, his arm came around my waist, pulling me closer. He turned towards me, his golden eyes open now, burning into mine. “You are so stubborn,” he whispered.“I will leave in the morning,” I whispered ba
Scarlet’s POVWe finished the pasta slowly, savouring every creamy bite. When I got up, I rummaged in the fridge and pulled out a big bottle of Coke, pouring myself a tall glass.“You are kidding me, right? That stuff is unhealthy,” Dante said, leaning back in his chair with an annoyingly smug grin.I glared at him. “I just ate my body weight in pasta. I deserve some bubbles.”His eyes flickered down to my stomach—a little too full after all that pasta—and something unreadable passed over his face. Was he disgusted? Or worse, pitying me?I took a big sip and ignored his look.“Scarlet, your eating habits,” he said, shaking his head. “They need a serious check. You are a doctor.”“Shut up, Dante,” I shot back.He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Aren’t you getting a little too bossy these days?”I opened my mouth to retort when his phone rang, slicing through the tension.“Yes, Rome,” he answered, his voice shifting to his Alpha tone. “What about it? Let me check
Scarlet’s POVWhen I came home from the hospital, the house felt emptier than usual. The kids had gone to Elizabeth’s place with Vespara, giving me a rare and much-needed moment of peace. As I stepped inside, the butler looked surprised to see me.“Dr. Blackthorn, we did not expect you for dinner. The chef has already retired for the evening. It might take a while to prepare something.”I shook my head with a small smile. “It is no problem at all. Why don't you take the night off as well? I will order something or maybe even cook. You have all worked hard today.”He bowed slightly. “Thank you, Doctor.” With that, he disappeared down the hallway, leaving me alone in the quiet house.Outside, the sky rumbled with thunder, and moments later, a heavy rain began to pour. It pattered on the windows like a comforting lullaby. I took a quick shower and changed into my favourite night clothes, an oversized t-shirt and loose lounge pants, feeling lighter than I had in days.The thought of a fre
Scarlet’s POVI was in the middle of settling Amy into bed, brushing her soft hair from her forehead, when Ace burst into the room like a storm. He carried that same defiant glint in his eyes, the one that usually meant trouble.“What happened, Ace?” I asked, steadying my voice to keep calm.“Did you send that stupid Alpha to talk to me?” he demanded, his tone dripping with frustration.I gave him a firm look. “Is that how you speak about him? That’s very disrespectful, Ace. He saved your life.”Ace scowled, crossing his arms. “I do not like him.”“He never did anything to hurt you,” I said, keeping my voice gentle but firm. “What happened that day with Rome was Rome’s mistake, not Alpha’s. Alpha Dante has always been kind to you. I know he teases you sometimes, but I will talk to him about that.”Ace shifted uncomfortably, his fingers drumming on the armrest of a chair he had sunk into. “It’s not like that. I just find him… so annoying, even when he does nothing. I cannot explain it.
Dante’s POVI was nursing a glass of whiskey in my house bar, the dim light casting shadows across the polished counter. The soft hum of the jazz in the background did little to drown the heavy thoughts swirling in my head. I needed a moment to myself.Then Vespara walked in.She slid into the seat next to me. She poured herself a drink, the ice clinking softly, and took a slow sip before speaking.“What’s the deal with you and your wife?” she asked, her tone casual but her eyes locked on mine like a hawk.I raised an eyebrow at her, surprised by the bluntness. “What do you mean?”She set her drink down and turned fully toward me. “You both smell… fishy,” she said, her lips twitching like she was holding back a smug smile, like she decoded something. “Are you two even a real couple? Or is it just a marriage of convenience?”I set my glass down, meeting her gaze evenly. “Why do you care, Vespara?”We were far from the friendly friends that we were. She hated me. Or maybe, she was still
Dante’s POVIf someone had told me that Alpha Dante would one day be giving a teenage boy a talk about the birds and the bees, I would have laughed so hard I might have pulled a muscle. Yet here I was, standing in front of Ace’s door, reciting lines like a nervous actor before opening night.“Consent. Condoms. Contraceptives,” I muttered under my breath, pacing the hallway. “Consent. Condoms. Contraceptives.”I had faced wars, politics, rogue invasions, and even Scarlet’s death glares, but this? This was a different kind of terrifying.I took a deep breath and knocked on Ace’s door.“Yeah?” came his voice, suspicious.“It’s me,” I said. “Can I come in?”The door creaked open. Ace eyed me like I was about to drag him to the gallows. “Alpha?” he asked, voice dripping with suspicion.“Call me Dante,” I said, waving my hand like it was nothing. “Mind if I talk to you for a minute?”He gave me a look that said he would rather eat broken glass, but he shrugged. “Sure, I guess.”I stepped in