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Dante’s POVAs she left the room and shut the door behind her with more fire than strength, I let out a slow, amused smile.Did she make me angry?No.She tried to.But I saw the tremble in her fingers. The way her voice cracked despite the venom in her words. She was terrified yet defiant. And that defiance... stirred something in me I shouldn’t be feeling.She was trying so hard to stand tall. To be fearless.And gods, wasn’t she beautiful when she burned.It was maddening.The same girl who had clung to me like a lifeline hours ago now spat accusations in my face. She hated me like she had every right to. And yet, some part of her still responded to me, like her body hadn't caught up to her mind’s rebellion.And some twisted part of me... responded to her too.She had no idea what she did to a man like me when she stood there, voice shaking, but spine straight. Like a flame daring the wind to try and snuff it out.A contradiction. A storm wrapped in bruises and scars.Something unt
Scarlet’s POVDante went to work. Or at least, that’s what I assumed. When I woke up, the place was empty and eerily quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning. I hadn’t slept all night. My mind wouldn’t rest. I hadd pretended to be brave, but beneath that facade was a nervous, awkward girl unsure of what came next. How was I supposed to face him now?Hunger eventually pulled me out of bed. I wandered into the kitchen, half expecting emptiness, but instead, I found it fully stocked. The fridge brimmed with fruits, milk, cheese, and things I could never even pronounce. On the counter was a note in Dante’s sharp, clean handwriting:"Feel at home."I raised a brow at that. Feel at home? Alright then. If that’s what you want, I’ll feel at home.There was a massive television in the living room probably the size of my entire old bedroom. At my home, I was never allowed such luxuries. I couldn’t even glance at the TV, let alone touch the remote. Joy, comfort, even laughter, they we
Dante’s POVWhen I returned home, she was sprawled on the sofa, food packets scattered around her. She was fast asleep, completely unaware of the world. It was almost midnight—she had clearly been sleeping like this for a while. But why here? Why not in her own room?I gently picked her up in my arms and carried her to her bed. As soon as I laid her down, she curled up and hugged her own hand, like a child seeking comfort. I just stood there, watching her. She looked so peaceful, so quiet, so… innocent. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.And that’s when I realized—this woman was making me feel weak. Soft. I couldn’t afford that.I slowly took my hand out of hers and walked away from the room, reminding myself not to let my guard down. This woman would only bring chaos into my life. Destruction. Nothing more.Just as I stepped out of her room, the doorbell rang.Who could be here at this hour?I opened the door to find Rome standing outside.I narrowed my eyes. “Aren’t you supposed to be
Dante’s POVIt had been a week since Scarlet moved in with me. She didn’t talk much not that I expected her to. I didn’t push her to smile or pretend she was happy. Still, the way she moved around my house was like she belonged here and it was enough to get under my skin. She didn’t ask for permission to act like the queen of my place. She walked like she owned the damn place.And then this morning, everything shifted.A messenger arrived unannounced, wrapped in black and crimson with the unmistakable crest of the BloodMoon Pack on his chest. My wolves let him through without a fight. Of course, they did. BloodMoon had stayed out of this war from the beginning. They didn’t pick sides when hell broke loose between my pack, the MoonLords, and the Darkwood wolves. They just watched from their tower in the north. I met the messenger in the council hall.He wasn’t one for pleasantries. “The MoonLord and Darkwood packs have reached out to BloodMoon,” he said. “They want a ceasefire. A trea
Scarlet’s POVI think rest is not written in my fate.Just when I had begun to feel a little bit of peace in my heart, I was ordered to move again.No one told me where I was going. No one bothered to explain why. They simply put me in a car with one silent driver. I looked ahead and saw nearly twenty cars in front of me and twenty more behind. The entire convoy moved through unfamiliar lands, and I sat there, quiet and uncertain, with questions pressing heavily on my chest.Where are we going. Why now.I had no answers. Only fear that crawled beneath my skin. I stared out the window and watched as we crossed familiar borders and moved deeper into enemy territory. That was when it struck me. We were entering the BloodMoon Pack.Why are we going here. I whispered it to myself, though no one was there to listen.The dread only grew heavier.When the cars stopped, I was led out along with others. I turned to look and saw men who wore the same expression I had. Some of them were from my p
Scarlet's POVI looked down at the woman crying in my arms—Alyssa. My so-called sister. The picture of grief and biterness mixed into one. Her tears streamed down her cheeks like a perfect performance, her voice trembling just enough to tug at the hearts of those watching.But I knew better.Each time I looked at her, I saw the face of someone who had helped destroy everything I once loved. I saw the girl who alomng with her mother harmed me always. I saw the woman who let injustice bleed through our halls and did nothing. I saw the one who got her own mother killed through her selfishness and lies. And now, she stood here, pretending to care.“Scarlet, I am so happy to see you well,” Alyssa said between sobs, still clinging to me like we had never been apart. Her voice broke at all the right places. Her timing was perfect.She looked beautiful even while crying. She always had. It made people believe her. Feel sorry for her. Want to protect her.But I knew her heart. And I knew she w
Scarlet’s POVLater, I learned the truth that Bloodmoon Pack was acting as the neutral party and the negotiator between the three packs. They wanted the war to end. A fragile peace was to be discussed behind those closed doors where four Alphas sat at one table, deciding the fate of many. Including mine.As negotiations began, the prisoners from both sides were moved to resting quarters, rooms the Bloodmoon Pack had arranged for us. Mine was small but clean, with a soft bed and fresh sheets. I should have been grateful, but the uncertainty gnawed at me.The moment the door closed behind me, I buried my face in the pillow and screamed. It was a muffled cry of frustration and helplessness. I had no idea what would come of the treaty.Would I be sent back?The thought sent a chill through me.The week I had spent at Dante’s pack—the Phantom Moon—had been the best week of my life. There were no interrogations, no cruelty, no threats. We barely exchanged words, but his silence was kinder t
The tears stung my eyes, and suddenly, Alyssa stopped. Her grip on my neck loosened just enough for me to suck in a breath."Your life belonged to me," she said, her voice dripping with venom. "I will be the one to kill you, not them."Her words hit harder than her blows. She was the most cruel person I had ever known. More crueler than Hector or my mother. She was twisted, hides behind a smile but has the heart of a murderer. She has no conscience. She would never realise that she had done wrong to me. As she started to leave, I whispered with the last bit of strength I could muster, “I saw… I saw how Mom died. I didn’t get her killed. You did. You’re selfish. You’re a monster, just like Hector. You’re a murderer, Alyssa.”although I could not fight against her but I won't be quiet. I will tell her how wrong she was. What she had done? Enough was enough! I would not keep my calm anymore. I am not scared of beaten up. She froze for a moment, her back to me, but the moment was fleeti
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