Scarlett's pov There was nothing I could say to convince them to stop. I could only watch in silence as they went into the security room and asked the officer in charge to show the tape. As they began to film the footage, my heart pounded wildly in my chest. At least the recording of the first floor wasn't being viewed. "Stop, we will watch it from here," my father told the officer. Even though the room was cool, beads of sweat gathered on my forehead. It would be an understatement to say that I was nervous. I wished the ground would open up and engulf me. All I wanted to do was disappear. I glanced towards Gavin, who was also looking in my direction. Our eyes met. I knew that he too would be feeling apprehensive, but locking gazes with him gave me a feeling of fulfilment. "It's going to be okay," he mind linked me. I gave a nod and focused on the TV. It showed a recording of Gavin and I sifting through some hefty old volumes. My dad and his buddies stared intently at it. I wa
Scarlett's povWell, there goes my plans for a special Valentine's Day meal. I went to my mate's house with my dad. Gavin rescheduled our planned romantic evening for the three of us to a more relaxed night. It was a bummer, yet Gavin didn't complain and opened his home to my father and me with open arms.I was impressed to see that he had put so much effort into making dinner for us. My father also was pleasantly surprised to walk into a fully cooked dinner. I was glad to find out that Gavin had cooked enough for the three of us. "I didn't know that you could cook, Gavin," my father remarked.Scratching the back of his neck, "uh, Youtube helped a lot, alpha," he sheepishly said. "Let's eat. I wasn't expecting company, but I'm glad you're here."I bit back a grin. There was a certain ease to Gavin. Dad sat down with everyone else after accepting the invitation. He didn't seem to suspect a thing as he ate with us and enjoyed the meal. There were times when I questioned whether he was
Scarlett's povI jerked up on my bed. The exhaustion in my weary body was forgotten. Although I was yawning and drowsy just a little while ago, I was wide awake after seeing the picture. "Who…" I whispered to myself, looking up the number that had sent me the picture. Regardless of my attempts to remember anyone who might own that number, I couldn't. This never happened in my past life. Yet, one thing was undoubtful. Whoever took that picture was living in the pack and probably not our friend.Rapidly, I dialled the number, but it was out of service. However, I made a few more futile attempts before giving up.With a racing heart, I stared at the screen for too long, trying to figure out how anyone could have taken that photograph. It was a picture taken on the day I realised that we were mates. The day my mom died. We were kissing under the large tree by the cliff. I thought we were well covered by the dense foliage of the woods, but apparently, someone was spying on us.How in the
Scarlett's pov "Scarlett?" My father called again, while I hastily dressed up. I cast a glance at Gavin who was buttoning his shirt up and then at the mess on my bed. The sheets were wrinkled and the whole room reeked of sex. This wasn't the way I wanted to tell my father but there was no going back."Coming, dad!" I called out, looking at my mate once again who gave me an encouraging nod.I nodded back. I've got this…Swallowing the apprehension, I opened the door. I could tell that my father wasn't pleased. At least he didn't come to my door accompanied by his guards or his council. I would prefer that we met him alone. Nonetheless, before he said anything, I cleared my throat and spoke. "Dad, I have got something to tell you." Staring at me with unwavering disappointment, "I bet. I wasn't wrong after all. Something is going on between the both of you. You better have a good explanation for everything, young lady," he remarked, peering inside. He scrunched up his nose. "This pla
Scarlett's pov I ended the recording and put the phone into the pocket of my jeans. Georgette was clearly struggling to breathe. I knew that Michael wouldn't hesitate to kill her. I had to do something. I picked up a rock from the ground and threw it towards a shrub as hard as I could. The thudding sound seemed to have caught Michael's attention. He dropped Georgette on the ground and looked in the direction of the sound. Gavin grabbed my hand and widened his eyes at me. "What are you doing?" He mind linked me. "We can't let him kill her," I responded via our mental link. "But she wants you dead!" He retorted. Pursing my lips, I looked at the girl who I once thought was the closest friend I had. She was coughing and gasping while rubbing her throat. Fresh tears streamed down her cheeks. I felt bad for her. Although I enjoyed watching them fight, I just couldn't watch him kill her. "I know, but I'm not her."I watched as Michael moved towards the tree to investigate. When he sta
Scarlett's pov New betrayers? I just knew of the betrayal by her and Michael. The disaster would have been far worse if more members of the pack had been involved. For one whole minute, I racked my brain for a lead on who might be responsible. Who would want to kill us? I just couldn't think of anyone.I narrowed my eyes at her. Perhaps she was just bluffing? Nonetheless, I knew that we shouldn't take anything lightly. These renegades were plotting to annihilate an entire pack of wolves. And that too because of something neither of us had any control over. "You're lying," Beta Bert mumbled, staring at her. Ah, I see I'm not the only one who suspected she was fibbing. I gave her a stern and judgmental look out of the corner of my eye. She might be lying, of course. She would intentionally mislead us in order to stir up controversy. We can't put our faith in a traitor."Whatever, Georgette. I promise you though. I won't let you and Michael win," I told her and walked away. I left th
"Why are you indicating that Fabian might betray us? I just mentioned that he might have heard something from Michael," I stated, staring right into his deep brown eyes.His lips parted. Nonetheless, my statement seemed to have caused him to relax visibly. "I just… I guess I didn't like the idea of Fabian being caught in this mess." I nodded my head. "I understand, alpha. My father too probably would have disliked hearing anything like that regarding me." From my peripheral vision, I saw my dad smile. "But don't you think that we should talk to your son? Since he is so close to Michael, he needs to be warned at least even if he had no clue about what was going on," I pointed, earning a nod from Fabian's father. Yes! A positive reaction! "Do you think that Fabian might have had any knowledge of Michael's plans?" I asked him."I wholeheartedly think that he wouldn't know. And even if he did, I doubt that he would support Michael in this. I don't think he will and if he ever hears a
Michael's povI sniffed the air. Scarlett's sweet aroma invaded my nostrils, sending all of my senses into a frenzy. They must be hiding in the bushes. I sauntered over to the crowded foliage and sniffed once again.I knew that they were there. Once again, I caught a whiff of her delicious fragrance, but much to my annoyance, it was adulterated with the scent of another. Was it that bodyguard? My nose flared. She was too comfortable around him. I tried to follow my nose to find her, but I guess I was too late. They must have left. I realised that the scent was getting fainter as time ticked by so I returned to look for Georgette. However, she too was gone by the time I returned.My conscience told me that it wasn't wise to stay on Crimson Crescent's territory anymore. I was lucky that Peter had trusted me enough to guard this side of the land. For all these years, he didn't think that I was a potential danger to him, but I knew that I should never let my guard down.Quickly adopting m