Scarlett’s POV
Red room. A haven of temptation. Cloaked in shades of crimson so deep they seemed to bleed desire Heavy red velvet drapes framed the walls. The dim glow of a crystal chandelier spilled down like liquid gold. At the center, a majestic bed stood, whispering elegance and sin. On the far wall, a gilded mirror stretched nearly floor to ceiling, reflecting two figures mingling in tantalizing heat. Everything was whispering one thing to me. Surrender. And so I did. You must be wondering who I am? Tonight, I am trying not to remember who I am. Tonight, I am just a naive virgin who entered the Alpha’s ball disguised as a noble princess, when I am just a pitiful Cinderella, just to have a taste of disobedience and sin. Tonight, I am a sinner. Why did nobody tell me that being a sinner is so pleasurable`? A moan escaped my throat as he sucked on my breasts. The breast that did not even fill his big and manly hands. He was easily six feet and five inches and built like a mountain. Even if I pushed him, he would not budge, not like I wanted to. He was dangerously handsome. Tall and broad-shouldered. His dark, unruly hair framed a face of sharp angles, his jawline dusted with stubble that only added to his rugged allure. I swore that his eyes were beautiful obsidian, despite his danger, but now they were molten gold as he was holding my gaze and sucking and marking my body. My skin tightened under his wicked touch. The lower part of my body began to throb. To conceal it, I gathered her legs together—or at least, tried to. All while being embarrassed. Before I could close my parted legs, the man’s hand dug between her thighs and told her sternly, “Not now, princess. I need to get inside you.” My scared violet eyes met his obsidian-turned-gold ones as he gave her a wicked smirk which reminded me of all the danger I should run away from, but I am attracted to right now. Never have I ever been touched by a man but he promised me of ruining my body for anyone else. His dominant voice reminded her, “I will ruin this perfect body of yours.” I should be afraid but I am excited. That's what I want. Someone to ruin my heart and soul. Corrupt me. “Ahhh!” He brought back my attention to him by biting on my breast and rubbing my vagina folds at the same time. The novel sensation of losing control of my body for a moment made me feel numb. “Didn’t that feel good?” He asked with that cocky attitude of his while his mischievous fingers teased my clit which hardened at his touch. “But nothing can come close to this…” She felt something warm, hard, soft and fragile at the same time touching the opening of her vagina. He removed the last layer of his clothes. And he stood in all his naked glory. As he turned around, I was startled by the massive wolf tattoo on his back that had golden eyes just like his and as he turned towards her, she was scared. There was a dagger tattoo on his chest. It was not his dagger that scared me, but the huge scar behind it. Then, I noted that what I had initially thought were fine details in his wolf tattoo were just scars from various battles that the man might have fought for his Alpha. But it was not all… Oh my God. My jaw dropped as I looked between the man’s legs. I had already guessed it would be big because the man’s physique was significant. But that wasn’t normal. Without exaggeration, it was thicker than my wrist and longer than my face. Werewolves were built differently, but he was on another level. He was massive. He might as well have been the king of cocks, if there was a place as such. I flushed crimson as the man laughed as if he knew what I was thinking. “Are you ready?” He asked her. Now the nervousness settled inside me as I asked like a stupid virgin. “ How am I going to fit that inside me?!” He laughed at my reaction. He said, “How about we try and find out?” I felt a burn at the place where his cock was entering inside me. I dug my claws into his back flesh as he entered. Through the narrow gap, his cock’s head narrowly squeezed inside, and I screamed in pain. It was not as pleasurable as other werewolves described it, nor was I enjoying it. My body was filled with fear and pain. Perhaps he noticed it too. But he did not stop. Instead, he pulled his cock a bit back and locking his eyes into mine, he pushed all inside me at once. And I screamed in pain, sin and slow pleasure. He whispered, meeting his eyes, “You are so tight…” But unlike his previous cocky voice, the man’s eyes were filled with little concern for her now. His thrusts were slow, but my body felt a wave overwhelming me as my pupils dilated and lord knew why I was screaming when everything was feeling good. He was biting me with his sharp canines as he was moving inside and outside. My gaze happened to fall on the mirror, which reflected two figures, involved in devious sin. The white sheet underneath us was like a canvas and our blood was paint and, like he told me before, he would use my blood to create his masterpiece to remember me forever. He was weird and perhaps a freak… but do I care? Remember me, Scarlet Rossi, the forgotten daughter of Beta Vincent who is betrothed to Alpha’s brother. Giving away my virginity to a stranger whose name I refused to know, the stranger that I met at a ball organized my pack’s biggest enemy. I, Scarlett Rossi, might have just started a war.Scarlett’s POVOne day ago…Death.It is the perfect revenge.The ultimate escape.A dishonorable and humiliating death.Do I deserve it? Perhaps. Does it matter? Not in the slightest. Yet, I am certain of this: I do not deserve my childhood stolen, my adulthood tarnished, and my honor shredded to nothingness.My mother has been avenging me all my life for the crime of being born. I was born on the wrong day, during the worst lunar eclipse in centuries. Was it my fault? Did I choose this fate? I did not summon the eclipse. I did not shape the stars.And still, my mere existence was cursed—a child born with a wolf so feeble, it might as well be a rabbit. A secret so shameful that even my family remains unaware of it. It was better they think I am useless and incapable of shifting than to see the pitiful truth of my rabbit-sized wolf.Since my younger sister shifted, I have been the family’s punching bag and the pack’s disgrace. I am the Beta’s daughter, the war advisor’s blood, but my
Scarlett’s POVAs I entered the house, laughter echoed from the dining room. One voice sent a shiver down my spine. I knew who it belonged to. The man I wished never to see again.Despite knowing my mother’s wrath awaited if I were late for dinner, I tried to sneak to my room, hoping to avoid him. But my attempt failed. My mother caught me as her face was stormy with anger.“Why are you late?” she snapped. “I told you this morning to return early! Hector is here to meet you. It’s the first time he has visited since your engagement, and you dare to slack off?”I opened my mouth to explain, “But Mother, I—”Slap.Her hand struck my cheek hard. Tears welled up as I looked at her. Her voice was sharp as a blade. “If I hear you say one more time that you don’t want to marry Hector, I will end your life, Scarlett! Be grateful Alpha Juno has shown mercy.”“Go to your room,” she ordered coldly. “Alyssia has lent you a dress for tonight. Make yourself presentable and entertain your fiancé. I d
Scarlett’s POVLate at night, I paced in the shadows of my room as the restless energy of my wolf was stirring faintly in my chest. I could tell Red would wake up anytime now. My wolf, Red, was so worn out that she usually slept for weeks and woke up for a few minutes each time.I had devised the perfect plan to sneak out to Alpha Dante’s ball. Every fiber of my being screamed that this night would change everything.“Dress,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the soft rustle of the curtains. “I need a dress.”My thoughts locked on the sparkly blue gown Alyssia had been flaunting earlier."I have a dress," I muttered to myself, "Now, I just need a way to steal it."The hallway was quiet but the muffled voices of my mother and Alyssia drifted through the crack of her door. I crouched closer as my ears strained to catch their conversation.“Mommy, did you forget about our real plan?” Alyssia’s voice was soft, too conspiratorial.“No, sweetheart, I didn’t,” my mother replied. Her
Scarlett’s POVThe full moon lit up the sky, its silvery glow shining down on the enormous estate in front of me. My heart was racing as I stepped out of the taxi, the long and flowing skirt of my stolen blue gown brushing the gravel under my feet. I stood still for a moment, staring in awe at the mansion before me.Alpha Dante’s manor was stunning and intimidating, with tall towers reaching into the night sky and ivy climbing up its dark stone walls. A warm light glowed from its windows, and I could hear the faint thrum of music and laughter spilling out.I adjusted the mask on my face and took a deep breath. The air smelled fresh and wild, like pine trees mixed with something deeper…like something untamed. My wolf stirred faintly inside me as if sensing my excitement once again.Two guards dressed in black stood there with sharp and serious eyes. I hesitated, feeling small and out of place in this grand world. My gown, my courage, even my dreams—they all felt stolen.“Name?” one of
Scarlett’s POV“Like what you see?”I turned to face him. A tall, broad man with obsidian eyes that pierced deep into me. He wore a plain black mask, such a contrast to his dark suit with velvet streaks, and was making him appear even more mysterious and dangerous.“I believe this is the first time you have seen something like this,” he said, his voice filled with amusement.I swallowed hard. “I… I have seen it before,” I replied, though my words felt weak and uncertain.He raised an eyebrow, trying to appear intrigued. “Where?” He was toying with me as if enjoying the game.“Pornography,” I blurted out, immediately regretting it.He laughed a laugh which was low and rich. A sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Cinderella…”“What?” I asked, confused.“You look like Cinderella with that gown and your hair,” He chuckled darkly. “Are you sure this is the right place for you?”My frustration bubbled to the surface. “Who are you to tell me where I belong? I’m an adult, and I know how to
Dante’s POVShe was gone.A princess waltzed into my life, igniting the dormant feelings I thought had long since died. And then, without a trace, she vanished.Not a single damn trace.I could still smell her. Her vanilla and something sweet scent clung to my sheets. A scent so intoxicating, it was almost like I could taste it and as if it was burned into my soul.But it wasn’t just her scent.Her blood stained the sheets, too.I marked her with my teeth. Her soft, delicate skin was now marred with my canines. The bite was still fresh in my mind as the pulse of her heartbeat under my teeth echoed in my head. No hallucination could feel so real."Alpha, we have searched every CCTV, every bus and train station, and there is no trace of a woman in a blue gown with red hair," Killian’s voice broke through the haze of anger clouding my mind. His words and the doubt they carried were like poison twisting in my gut. He thought I was losing my mind. They all did. I know it would not be the
Scarlet’s POVIt was the day.The day I dreaded.The day I had been waiting for.I sat before an old and intricate mirror. In it, my reflection was almost unrecognisable. The room buzzed with movement og maids, stylists, and attendants. All fussing over me as if I were the most important person in the world.How ironic.They say that when you die, people ultimately pay attention. Even those who never cared find something kind to say. Maybe that was why they were all looking at me now.But I wasn’t dead. Not yet.Their attention on me was suffocating. Every touch, every whispered word, felt like I was being shaped into something I wasn’t. Something I would never be. Something I wished to escape at any cost. Even if the cost was death. "Is she ready?" My mother’s voice cut through the noise."Yes, Mrs. Rosetti. Miss Rosetti is ready," the makeup artist said.I turned to look at my mother, standing tall in a gown of deep champagne, diamonds and pearls glistening against her beautiful sk
Dante’s PovI stood still in the temple, surrounded by the haunting echoes of chants reverberating through the sacred halls. The air was thick with sorrow, heavy with the weight of a loss too great to bear. Around me, the pack stood in solemn silence, their heads bowed in mourning.But this grief wasn’t just for any fallen warrior.We had lost the heart of our pack.We had lost Liam.He had been more than just my Beta. He was my brother in every way that mattered—my confidant, my family. And now he was gone, reduced to ashes because of a war I had fueled with my own hatred and thirst for revenge.The guilt gnawed at me, relentless and unforgiving. If I hadn't been so blinded by anger if I had made different choices, would Liam still be alive? Would he still be standing beside me instead of lying in a cold urn, his presence nothing more than a memory? But it was too late for regret. The damage was done. Irreversible.My gaze drifted through the sea of grieving faces until it settled on
Scarlet’s POVThe moment I switched on the local news channel, I reached for my phone and dialled Vespara. I had just finished a long, exhausting class on surgical techniques and returned to my office to catch up on the headlines. What I saw made my stomach twist with worry — two rogue groups had entered the capital and launched an attack. A city-wide curfew had been imposed. Streets were shut down, homes locked up, and the atmosphere on the news was pure chaos.I quickly realized that I wouldn’t be able to leave the institute tonight. Travelling now was far too dangerous. The roads were not just unsafe, they were being hunted.My fingers trembled slightly as I pressed the call button. When Vespara picked up, I didn’t waste a second.“Ves, did you leave?” I asked, panic rising in my voice.“We’re just about to,” she replied gently. “Don’t worry, Amy was an angel today. She didn’t miss you that much.”Her calm voice gave me a small moment of relief, but it wasn’t enough. I had to stop
Dante’s POV“What kind of teachings did your family pass on to their children?” I asked coldly as Rome entered the office.Rome looked caught off guard. He had never seen me this furious.“What happened, Alpha?” he asked, approaching carefully.“That nephew of yours…” I said. “He was bullying kids half his age. In the temple, no less. And all while his mother stood there watching.”Rome’s shoulders sagged. “I apologise… I’ll talk to my brother. Though honestly, it’s my sister-in-law and mother who have spoiled that boy beyond reason. He has never been corrected, never taught humility.” He let out a sigh. “But since the complaint is coming from you, Alpha, our family will take it seriously.”Then he added with a weak smile, “But since when did you start caring about children and their petty squabbles?”Before I could respond, a melodic laugh drifted into the room. A graceful presence followed as Annette, my Luna, entered and gracefully seated herself beside me.“That’s Alpha Dante you
Dante's POVI turned to the boy and said, voice sharp and firm, “Stop. Is this how you behave? Bullying little girls at the temple?”The boy shrank under my gaze, but before he could say anything, his mother arrived, rushed, breathless, and clearly having been nearby all along.“Alpha, please… he is just a child,” she pleaded, trying to shield him.I was angry no, furious. “Look at your child. He is picking on kids much younger than himself. Don’t let him out of the house again until you have disciplined him properly. Otherwise, his elders will answer for it.”The woman paled and quickly dragged her son away without another word.With them gone, I looked at the girls. The older one stood beside me, while the little one remained nestled in my arms, clutching me tightly.“Thank you, kind sir,” the older girl said, flashing a shy smile.She looked familiar, oddly so. I couldn’t place where I had seen her before.“You are very brave,” I said, impressed by how she had stood up for herself
Dante’s POV“About the upgradation project, make sure the preparations are wrapped up sooner,” I said to the construction manager, eyeing the layout spread across the stone table.We were expanding and reinforcing the infrastructure around the Moon Goddess’ temple which was now more of a landmark than it had ever been before. Over the years, it had become a center of pilgrimage and tourism, drawing attention not only from our own pack but from others far across the empire. With the coming full moon, we expected nearly a hundred thousand pilgrims to gather here. That number would only grow with time. If we wanted to maintain order and respect the sanctity of the temple, we had to prepare accordingly.In the last four years, our pack had thrived, territory expanded, borders strengthened, wealth accumulated. Under the favor of the Werewolf King, our lands had become the crown jewel of the empire. The most prosperous, the most stable, and arguably, the most envied.The discussion was done
Scarlet’s POVToday was Killian’s death anniversary.Vespara and the kids were leaving for Phantom Moon, and my heart was lodged firmly in my throat. I shouldn’t have felt this way, my home was here, with my daughter, with Vespara, in the life we had built together. But somehow, a piece of me felt homesick as if watching them leave was like watching them walk away from me and that to to the place that is my home.“Did you pack everything?” I asked softly as I entered the living room.It was still dark outside, the sky tinted with the faintest grey. Vespara was already dressed and moving with her usual quiet efficiency. I knew she hadn’t slept. Not a wink. She never did the night before going back to that place.She glanced up, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I did. Why are you up so early?”I shifted Amy on my shoulder. She was still half-asleep, warm and limp in my arms, her curly hair sticking up in all directions. Her eyes fluttered at the sound of Vespara’s voice.“Morn
Vespara gasped. “Auggie, no! She won’t—”But I stopped her with a hand. Nora and Auggie had a strange power over Amy that we didn’t. While she treated us like her loyal servants, crying and melting down over a wrinkled sock or the wrong spoon, she never pulled those tricks with them.Amy didn’t like the texture of meat. But she took the bacon from Auggie, scrunched her face, chewed slowly, and swallowed it down without a single tear.Vespara and I exchanged a look. Awe. Every time, these kids amazed us.After we tucked the kids in for their afternoon nap, I found Vespara at the dining table, hunched over her laptop, replying to emails. The glow from the screen lit up her face, and though she looked calm, I could see the tiredness in her eyes.“Still worried over the merger case?” I asked, walking up with two cups of coffee.“I almost have it wrapped up,” she said, accepting the cup without looking up. Then, after a moment, she raised her eyes to mine and added softly, “Elizabeth calle
Scarlet’s POVTo say I was scared would be an understatement.As I quietly opened the door to my room, I was met with a scene that could terrify even the bravest warriors: my cub sat at the edge of the bed, arms folded tightly across her tiny chest, her little lips puckered into a pout, and her violet eyes, those intense eyes flecked with gold, blazed with fury.As cute as she looked, she was dangerous. Deadly, even."Hey, baby," I whispered, trying to sound casual or normal but her eyes snapped to mine, sharp and unforgiving.Instantly, I dropped everything and clasped my ears with both hands. "I’m sorry! I left you alone while you were sleeping. Mommy’s really, really sorry. Will you forgive me, please?"She didn’t say a word. Instead, she turned her face away, her nose in the air. A silent declaration that she was still mad.I rushed to her side and wrapped my arms around her small frame. “Mommy will not let go until Baby Amy forgives her,” I said dramatically, attacking her with r
Four Years Later Scarlet’s POVThe waves kissed the shore gently as I stood on the balcony of the waiting room, watching the ocean shimmer under the afternoon sun. Its rhythm was steady and comforting. Four years ago, I had told him I wanted to see the sea. Now, I lived by it.A tall werewolf, clad in the royal palace's insignia-marked uniform, approached with a bow. His attire was slightly different from the regular staff, more polished and more commanding. Likely a high-ranking official.“Her Highness will see you now,” he said.Princess Estelle of the imperial line, renowned for her grace, strength, and beauty, was just as striking in person as the whispers in the capital had claimed.“Your Highness, this is Doctor Blackthorn,” the werewolf introduced.The princess extended her hand, and I took it with a polite nod. “Dr. Blackthorn, I believe you have reviewed Aria’s medical reports?”“I have,” I replied. “Would it be alright if I take her pulse myself?”Being Elizabeth’s disciple
“Then you have every right for the next six days,” I said quietly.He leaned down and kissed me, not hungrily, not with dominance, but with aching tenderness. Like someone trying to memorize the taste of goodbye. It was slow and sensual, stretching out into forever.Later that evening, I made dinner for us. We ate in bed, naked beneath the sheets, wrapped in each other’s warmth like we were trying to forget the world outside his walls.As his hand traced over the curves of my body, he whispered, “You are rounder now… everywhere. You are so soft. So beautiful. I can’t have enough of you. You have ruined me for anyone else.”I leaned in and pressed my lips to his ear. “Then ruin me too,” I whispered. “Please, my Alpha.”“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath. He slipped a pillow beneath my hips and pushed into me again, deeper this time slow, deliberate, worshipping me with every thrust. We made love again and again that night, losing track of time, of reality, of everything except the fe