(Scarlett's POV)
Two years later I was a totally different person. Living in New York was a new beginning for me and for the first time, I was able to shift into my full wolf form. My wolf form made me feel powerful and strong something I had never felt before. I was not the Omega who would always wear thick clothes to avoid being seen. Now I am strong and confident, I have no problem with accepting myself for who I am.
Now, I am a student during the day and a model at night, trying to keep up with the new looks. The hoodie jacket that I once wore as my armor is now changed by clothes that flaunt my strength.
At one point in the shoot, the photographer walks over, and stares, before fixing a light.
“Scarlett, you don’t need much makeup – you are gorgeous,” he said with a sleazy grin, “How about a drink after this? We can discuss your future in modeling ーand some behind-the-scenes ‘wizardry,’ if you catch my drift.”
‘Thank you for the compliment but I am here for business not pleasure.’ I replied politely though with a smile.
He chuckled, undaunted. ‘Of course, one can’t blame a man for attempting, can he? You are really beautiful.’
I kept my attention on the camera.
"Let's stay on track. We still have work to do,” I said.
He sighed, took a step back. “You are stubborn, Scarlett. But that is what makes you interesting.”
I did not say anything and I just stepped back and concentrated on the next pose. It is easier this way – to protect oneself from becoming to close to anyone.
“Scarlett, you know someone proposes to you every day,” my assistant said and handed me the schedule for today. ”Why do you continue to reject? You are pretty, and have a good job ーwhy not try out a relationship?”
I laughed, although her words hit the sore spot. “I am concentrating on my job.I am not ready for a life partner yet”.
Although I told that, I know within me there existed another reason. Although my outward appearance has changed, the emotional scars from the past still linger, shadows that always remind me of the girl I used to neglect. It was hard to erase those feelings, even when I looked at the reflection of my current self.
The day took a turn for the worst when my mom called. Her voice was worried. “Scarlett, your father was attacked. He’s injured. He wants to see you. We have to go back to Mexico. ”
The news really floored me, literally struck me, as if someone had taken a ton of bricks and dropped them on me. I had not visited Mexico after leaving the country and the idea of going back brought out a lot of feelings. But I knew that I can’t escape it for the rest of my life.
‘I’ll pack,’ I said, hoping my voice did not betray the anxiety I was feeling inside.
When I got to the hospital the stench of antiseptic was too strong but what really knocked me out was the sight of my mother attending on my father. From the facial expression, one could see that she was worried.
“Scarlett,” my father said, his voice barely audible than normal. "Finally You're here."
I nodded, coming closer. "How is he?"
“A small fracture,” my mother responded but her voice was full of concern. ”He will be okay, but you know your dad, he does not like to take a rest.”
My father laughed weakly. “I would prefer to run with the pack, but your mother does not allow me.”
I watched them with a smile on my face, feeling the warmth that I had been craving for. Their relationship despite the fact that they were often apart, I always thought was great- strong, loving and capable of overcoming any odds.
But the calm did not last long. Ryan entered the room and when he saw me he was quite surprised.
"Scar?" he said, surprised. “God damn! How much I missed you. Why didn’t you ever call me? Why did you move to New York without telling me?”
I did not have time to reply, he moved closer to me.
“Scarlett, if I have ever hurt you in any way, I didn’t know you were going through all that, but I still love you and you are still my sister.
His apology was sincere, and for the first time in years, the tension between us began to subside.
Just as we were beginning to reconcile, I felt someone's presence behind me. I turned around, and my heart stopped for a moment.
Alexander.
Our gazes met, and something inside me changed. The shock was so strong that it almost made me lose my breath. My wolf rose vigorously, more aware than ever, and just then he whispered a single word: "Mate."
The word echoed in my mind, and I felt its truth in my heart. Alexander, the man I had been fearing and avoiding, was my destined partner.
The last few months had been a test of patience, resilience, and love. Alex did everything he could to mend the broken bridges between him and my family, yet my parents remained cold. They didn’t want to accept him, and I couldn’t blame them. He had hurt us, taken everything, but he had also given it all back. He had changed.The last few months had been exhausting.Not because of my pregnancy, not because of the nightmares that still haunted me from everything that had happened, but because of Alex—trying, relentlessly, to make things right with my family.I didn’t make it easy for him.Neither did they.My parents refused to even look at him in the beginning. Every time he showed up at their doorstep, my father would shut the door in his face. My mother ignored him completely, refusing to acknowledge his presence even when we met by chance.But Alex never stopped coming.Every single day, he tried.He would help around their company, he would fix little things in the house when no o
Alex’s POVMy hands trembled, but not from fear—never from fear. It was the rage, the years of betrayal, the weight of everything this man had done to me, to my mother, to Scarlet.I had given him a chance.I had dropped the dagger.I had walked away.And yet, he still smirked at me like he had won.Like I was still that boy who would blindly follow his every command.Not anymore."Cover her eyes," I ordered, my voice low, controlled, but filled with an edge that left no room for argument.My uncle hesitated."Now," I growled, not taking my eyes off the man in front of me.He sighed but stepped forward, pulling Scarlet into his arms and pressing a hand over her eyes. She struggled, but he held firm."Alex!" she shouted, twisting against him. "Don’t do this!"I ignored her."You’re really going to kill your own father?" he sneered, taking a slow step forward. "Over a woman? Over some weakling of a mother who couldn’t even save herself?"My vision turned red.I saw my mother’s face in my mi
Scarlet’s POVEverything slowed.I felt the sharp, cold steel of the blade slice across my skin, the warmth of my own blood seeping down my neck. My breath hitched, my body trembling, and for a second, I thought—this was it.This was how I was going to die.Alex’s roar shook the walls, his cries filled with agony. I wanted to look at him, to tell him I wasn’t scared, but my body was weak, drained from the blood loss. My vision blurred, my knees gave way, and I collapsed onto the cold floor.Then—chaos erupted.A deafening crash rang through the room. A body slammed against the ground, followed by the clattering of weapons. Men shouted, fists landed, and through my hazy sight, I saw someone charge into the room like a storm.Alex’s uncle.His presence was like a force of nature, his fury evident in every blow he landed. His men flooded the space, engaging Alex’s father’s guards, taking them down with calculated precision.My breathing was shallow, my heartbeat weak, but I forced my eye
Alex’s POVA freezing shock jolted me awake.Cold water splashed across my face, seeping into my clothes, making my skin burn against the icy chill. My body ached, throbbing in sharp waves, but the worst pain radiated from my side—right where I had been stabbed.I gritted my teeth, forcing my eyes open.The dimly lit room spun for a moment before my vision cleared. Chains. Thick silver chains bound my wrists, wrapping tightly around my arms, burning my skin where they touched. I tested my strength, yanking at them, but the metal bit deeper, sending a searing pain through me.A low growl rumbled in my throat.Then I saw him.My father stood before me, arms crossed, watching me with amusement. His expression held no concern, no regret—just pure satisfaction.Hatred surged through me like fire in my veins."You’re awake," he mused, tilting his head as if he were examining a weak animal. "Good. I thought I might have hit you too hard."I flexed my fingers, my nails threatening to extend i
Scarlet’s POVI kept my breathing steady, my body limp. My heart pounded in my chest, but I forced myself to remain still.I wasn’t unconscious.I had heard everything.Every word.Alex had surrendered. He had given himself up to save me.I wanted to scream at him, to tell him he was an idiot for sacrificing himself. But I couldn’t. Not yet. Not when his father was still here.The moment Alex was dragged away, the heavy silence in the room made my skin crawl.I felt his presence before I even opened my eyes.He was still here.Watching me.Waiting.I forced myself to stay still, though every muscle in my body screamed at me to fight, to run. But I couldn’t act too soon. I had to wait for the right moment."How pitiful," his voice finally broke the silence, laced with amusement.I felt my fingers twitch.A soft tap of shoes against the floor signaled he was moving closer. I fought the urge to react, gripping the cool handle of the dagger Alex had slipped into my hand before surrendering.His
Alex’s POVI had reached my limit.For years, I had let my father control me, manipulate me, use me. Even after knowing the truth, a small part of me had held back, hesitating to completely turn against him.Not anymore.Scarlet had nearly been taken because of him.He had played his last game.I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white as I drove straight to the prison. My beta had just informed me of what happened—my father had used his illness as an excuse to lure Scarlet into a trap. He wanted her, maybe to use her against me, maybe for something even worse.The thought made my blood boil.The moment I arrived, I didn’t wait for clearance. I stormed through the gates, ignoring the guards calling after me. My rage was a force of its own, pushing me forward."I need to see him. Now," I demanded.The guard hesitated before exchanging glances with the officer beside him."He’s not here," one of them finally said.My muscles tensed. "What do you mean he’s not here?""He esca