LOGINSCARLETT
A soft purr escaped my lips as I snuggled up to the surprisingly strong yet comfortable pillow. I let out a yawn, my eyes cracked open, and they met the most handsome face known to man.
I froze.
My gaze drank in every detail of him. His sun-kissed skin glowed under the morning sunbeams, highlighting his chiseled jawline, thick lashes, sharp nose, and those lips.
Red, bloody, and enticing.
I stared, lost in his mesmerizing features before reality hit me harder.
Wait… who was he?
I tried to pull away, but his hand was tightly wrapped around my waist. My gaze hovered around the unfamiliar environment. It seemed to be a shack.
Oh God! How did I end up here? I…
My words screeched to a halt as the memories flooded back. The betrayal, running through the forest, my wolf, and then a low voice that mumbled words I couldn't remember before the darkness swallowed me whole.
“Did something happen?” I muttered. I had heard that after the first transformation, wolves are either highly aroused or have a deep thirst for blood.
Horror flashed across my face. I jerked away with a force that sent me tumbling from the surprisingly small bed. I shut my eyes, ready to embrace the impact, when a strong pair of hands gripped my waist and slammed me back into his arms.
My skin flushed and my breathing hitched as I could feel the rise and fall of his chest against mine. And his scent… God! Why did he smell so good? Why does this feel so…
“Good morning, sunshine,” his gravelly voice said, sending chills rolling through my body.
My cheeks heated. I quickly regained my composure and shifted away from his grip.
“I… uhm… who are you? And why am I in your bed?” The spark I felt died off, leaving anger at bay. “Listen,” I snapped my fingers at him. “If you did anything to me, then…”
“Can you walk?” His deep voice cut through my words.
“Huh?”
“Can you walk? Or move?”
“I… of course I can,” I said, trying not to look into those golden eyes that shimmered under the sun's rays.
He leaned in, and my breathing stopped. His gaze held mine, his voice dropping to a frightening octave. “If I had done anything, you wouldn't be able to walk, move or even sit for days.”
I managed to let out a snort, but a smile ghosted my lips.
He drifted off, the bed rising as his weight left it, and it suddenly felt too cold. Definitely not because of his absence.
“You were wounded and in pain. I found you and brought you to my shack.”
Oh.
“I am very grateful.”
“Who hurt you?” I froze at the rawness of his voice.
“Huh?”
“I will ask you one more time, Scarlett. Who the fuck hurt you?”
I stilled. He knew my name. The hair on my skin prickled up in awareness. I swung out of the bed, grabbed my shoes that lay nearby, muttered a thank you, and bolted out.
He didn't talk and he didn't stop me, but I could feel his gaze burning my back as I stepped out of the shack and into the woods.
After what seemed to be hours, I was finally out of the forest and close to home.
I didn't know what to do. A deep part of me didn't want to believe everything was broken beyond repair. Plus, my wolf was back, I could be with James. I was finally worthy of being with him. So what if he cheated? It was just once, and he loves me. I know it.
Hope blossomed in my heart.
I hastened my steps until I stood in front of the apartment—in front of our door.
‘You are going to regret this,’ a little voice grunted at the back of my head. It was my wolf.
“I won't,” I snapped back. James had been there for me, even during the times she wasn't. So yes, I knew what I was doing.
I unlocked the door and stepped in. My feet froze at the voices echoing from the room.
My heart sank.
Was she still there? The slut.
The audacity. My wolf sneered.
I swallowed the ache and pushed closer. Once he finds out my wolf is back, then he will surely come back to me. My thoughts were broken apart by the next words that slipped from his lips. I paused.
"The look on her face was so satisfying," James's laughter echoed.
James? My James?
“It's about time she knows her place, that wretched, wolfless bitch. The audacity of her to think she deserves you,” the slut purred.
I moved closer, standing in the hallway while they were wrapped around each other, half-naked. The realization hit me. They had continued right after I left.
"She is so irritating and clingy," James spat, his face contorted in disgust.
"Just leave her."
"You know I can't. Not when everything is on the line. She is my ticket to getting close to the Alpha."
My heart broke.
"So, what, are you going to marry her?"
"That's what her father said."
I blinked. Father?
"But that wasn't the deal."
"The old man practically begged me to date his daughter after the whole pack rejected her. The deal was that I make his daughter happy, and in return, I will be his successor."
I watched the twisted look on his face—disgust, grimaces, anger, all directed at me. The one he always said he couldn't live without.
"I can't wait to be the right-hand man to the new Alpha. It's like a dream come true." He pulled her closer, reconnecting their lips. My gut wrenched. "After that, I will break her and toss her right where she belongs."
“In the trash?”
He shook his head. “In the hands of beasts that will rip her apart.”
His words struck hard, and my tears flowed freely. Three years was all a lie. It was a big, fat lie. Everything—the promises, the memories, the love. He never loved me. He… he was a monster.
I turned, ready to cower away, when I stumbled against a flower pot. It slammed against the ground with a loud thud.
The door jerked open.
I turned, and our gazes met.
“Scarlett.” His face went pale.
SCARLETTI awoke to an excruciating headache, a weak body, and the nauseating feeling to empty my stomach, although I was starving. Martha had rushed to me with her brew remedy; it was meant for strength, I took it without worrying, especially when I knew I needed it.Hours later, I lounged on my bed, flipping through the thick books while I was searching through the reading pages of the history of Lycans, the formations, and my eyes caught something off.Wolves who awaken late are the strongest, they are fast at everything, and are required to gain even more immortal strength during the rest of the time they were absent, but why exactly was my case different? My wolf was weak, barely able to hold a fifteen minute conversation.I let out a sigh and shifted my gaze to my phone; I scrolled through Instagram, reels after reel. I felt less interested; I was starting to understand why the pack didn't prioritize having phones—it was a basket of distraction which seemed to lure you in with
CREIGHTON“Don't touch her.”“Don't look at her like you care.”“Don't make her think she is weak, she is not. She doesn't need your pity, she needs your strength, your cold powerful side that would push her to the best of her even if that part might leave her dead.”I repeated these words with every punch she launched, every pain twisted expression, every time she fell and her body screamed to stop, she didn't stop, I didn't stop her.I watched her fight when her body couldn't, when her wolf had stopped, then she collapsed. The moment I saw the red liquid oozing her lips and rolling down her chin, I lost it.My wolf growled as I hurried to her, but didn't say a word, I couldn't.I stared down at the little figure who was all curled up in my arms, her face buried in my chest, hands clutching my clothes, she looked so fragile and fearful, the moonlight spilling over us, lighting her features.I tucked the strands of her hair that fell loose behind her ears, my thumb stroking her cheeks
SCARLETTPain exploded in my gut, every muscle in my body going rigid as I felt my wolf letting out a hiss. My breathing came out heavy, my eyes stung with tears; I opened my mouth, but I could only gasp cold air.I tried to stand, but was too limp, the pain tearing my insides. I cranked my head back, my gaze meeting Creighton. I expected pity, the sheer look of sympathy; I expected him to call me what I had always lived with.Weak. I was no different from one who didn't have a wolf.My gaze stared into his cold golden eyes that bored into mine. He tilted his head, then spoke, his voice cold, flat, almost like he was talking to a wall.“Your speed was good. Now try that again, but this time let your wolf fully lead, lose control.”I blinked. He didn't so much as ask me what was wrong or behave like I was in pain.“Attack me,” he said, snapping me out of my thoughts. I staggered up, ignoring the pains that shot through my veins.I launched at him, my moves even slower than before. He s
SCARLETTThe moment he uttered those words, hope surged through me alongside confusion. He did promise me revenge, but this…I wasn't expecting him to offer literal help. He was the Alpha and…I trailed off, the rough texture that skimmed through the pads of my fingers bringing my thoughts to reality. I blinked and my thought was gone. I stared down at the book I had picked up from the library. It was an extensive knowledge of Lycans, a 5-thousand-page book I had settled to read this morning.If I needed to walk into that ritual, I needed all the knowledge I could get my hands on.I flipped through the page, my gaze landing on wolf scent. Every Lycan had their unique scent. I paused, my mind racing back to last night. The moment he drew me into his arms and buried his face in my hair, I went still. For a second I thought I was dreaming; I thought there was no way he was hugging me—the Alpha Creighton, who has a stoic look, who looked like he was a huge germaphobe, was hugging me, who
CREIGHTONThe car rolled into the villa, and as I ducked out, a weak smile tugged at my lips at the sight of the villa.I was finally here.Closer to her.Days trapped in that palace, reading through pack issues and several meetings was infuriating. It wasn't the fact it was boring, it was the fact it kept me away from her, away from what's mine, and it wasn't fucking helping, and the elders were determined to get rid of him.My jaw clenched and I schooled my emotion, then headed into the villa.The moment the door creaked open, the cold air oozed out, the eerie thick silence floated through the air and stirred my senses.Something was off.“Greetings, Alpha.” The maids dropped to their knees. I barely paid them attention as I made my way in; steps followed mine.“Greetings, Alpha,” Martha spoke. Her next words made every drop of blood evaporate to nothingness. “Alpha, Lady Scarlett isn't around.”I stopped dead in my tracks, then slowly I stirred to look at her.“Where is she?”I wo
SCARLETTThe only sound that thudded through the air was the incoherent tapping of my fingers followed by the sound of page sliding against the other.A whole day had passed since the court meeting and Mother's visitation, a while sat to reflect on my decision. Not like I had any other choice.I rustled out a sigh that floated through the crisp morning air while reading through every line of the Luna Rite.Creighton had gotten the book delivered to me this morning, and I wasted no time in reading it.The more I read, the more my gut wrenched, my breath slashing them. This wasn't just a rite; it was a carefully woven labyrinth meant to lure and trap, never meant to be unraveled. They were four rites, four rituals, four challenges, and the next were more brutal than the other.The first was the easiest far most—was the Blood Rite. A rite meant to test the strength of the wolf's purity or rather bloodlines. Performed by slicing one's palm with a knife and placing the bloody hand into Vil







