BLAKEI knocked again, despite being ignored every single time that I had in the past four days. “Scarlett, sweetheart,” I breathed, leaning against her door and not caring that it was creasing my nearly ironed suit, “I and the guys are heading out for a council meeting, please eat some of the chicken soup I made you, and call if you need anything while we're out.”I heard something drop and I gasped, “Are you okay in there, baby?” When she didn't respond, I sighed, a fresh bout of shame and guilt drowning me. I was the reason for her pain, for everyone’s pain in this house, and I didn't even deserve a response from her in all fairness. “Let her ride this wave at her own pace, Blake,” Logan said while walking past me, “We’re late for the council meeting, so come down now,” he called out loudly as he ran down the stairs. I swallowed hard before turning around and going after him, faintly hearing Alex’s voice in the living room as I made my way. Unlike myself, Alex and Logan engage
SCARLETTLife over the week had been a painful blur. One that was caused by the endless tears I’d shed upon losing my mother right before we formed a real bond. I stayed locked in my room, having no appetite and no desire to interact with any thing asides my kindle tablet. But today, I had to face the Vaughn brothers again, as well as their pack, because it was my mom and Alpha Vaughn’s joint funeral. It was hard not to relive the pain I’d been struggling to heal from in the last few days, but there was no way I’d miss a chance to say farewell to my mother, so I decided to only replay the amazing and dear memories of her last days for the rest of the afternoon. Smiling weakly, I looked at my straight black dress with a sweetheart neckline one last time before throwing on a black church crown and heading out of my room for the first time in forever. My heart aches to walk down the stairs knowing my mother would never walk them again, but I refused to cry anymore. I’d even run out
SCARLETTI blinked once. Twice. Thrice. It had to be a dream, I must've drifted asleep without noticing it, and that sound was nothing but a vivid echo from my dream. All I had to do was pinch myself hard enough to wake up fu—“Oh my god!” I shrieked, cut off when I heard a much louder and closer explosion. It’s not a fucking dream, Scarlett, get your ass up and get out of this house, My wolf cautioned when I remained glued to the bed. I stayed put for a while, too grief-stricken to move a muscle. But the moment I heard heavy grunting downstairs, I jumped out of bed and threw on the first thing I could find before rushing out of my room. The only reason I found that energy was because I sensed that those grunts belonged to the Vaughn brothers and I couldn't just sit back without knowing if they were okay, it didn't matter whether I was grieving or thriving. “Scarlett, go back inside!” Logan yelled as soon as I reached the stairway. I paused in my tracks, taken aback by the rogue
SCARLETT Blake had been treating me like goddess whose feet dare not touch the ground in the last few days, and I absolutely loved it. As Logan had predicted, he healed the next morning after downing the potion so I didn't even have to tend to him as I’d assumed there’d be need for. Blake was in turn helping me through my grieving process by taking every day as gently as I required. We weren't getting sexually active, and yet, the fleeting kisses and warm hugs he was always throwing my way made me feel closer to him than ever. Still, Alex and Logan made sure they were never out of my heart or mind by constantly checking up on me and sending lovely care packages to Blake’s new cafe branch since the other was still being fixed after an attack and they didn't have Blake’s home address. Nothing could stop the Vaughn men from being there for me, it was such a precious feeling to be adored by them. With their help, the pain of my mother’s death grew lighter and lighter by the day. I wr
SCARLETTI walked closer to the screen, my legs wobbling with every step.A dizzy feeling struck and made my head throb when I confirmed that it was indeed my name on the header of the document Blake was signing. My charming, blameless, thoughtful, bubbly, free-spirited Blake?No, it couldn’t be.“Yes, it could and it has been, dear,” Harland responded, making me realize that I’d said that thought out loud.I knew I shouldn’t ask for more, but I couldn’t help it, “And what’s this long game operation about? There has to be a good reason Blake was part of it, he couldn’t have been paid to betray me, he has enough to last him and generations to come.”That was my attempt at convincing myself that he was innocent, that he was nothing but the amazing man I’d come to love and care for.“You might want to sit down for this, judging from how hard you’re swimming in denial, you’ll drown real quick if you remain on your feet,” Harland was making himself awfully comfortable on the couch as he sp
SCARLETTI looked at Blake, unable to believe his betrayal.“So it was a lie? All of this was a fucking ploy to deliver me on an alter as a sacrifice?!” I yelled, enraged and heartbroken in a way that made my entire body numb.A tear dropped from Blake’s left eye and his lips trembled as he opened them to speak but he couldn't voice out anything. He just stared at me, eyes heavy with shame and guilt, but I didn't pity him one bit.By no means would he get to be the victim here. That was me, not him.“What’s the problem? You’ve had the time of your life lying to me for months, so why not lie to me again? Tell that none of it was a lie, that you cared for me from the very beginning, that you fell in love with me and treated me like a queen because it felt right! Not because you were ordered to!” I let out a hoarse laughter, fighting back tears.“I love you, Scarlett, that's never been a lie, I swear it,” he said through choked sobs, running a strong hand over his face to wipe his tears
SCARLETTThe car ride to Logan’s place was silent, dreadfully so.I was looking out of the window wishfully, praying with all my might that the evening breeze and the faint signs of the sun setting would ease my broken heart. I felt tears dampen my cheeks every now and then but I didn’t wipe them away, I just made sure to keep my face hidden from Logan’s view as he drove so as to not worry him.He was such a sweetheart to have gotten burnt on my behalf, I didn’t want to burden him with any more of my issues.Thoughts of how Blake welcomed me from the very evening I joined them for dinner at the Vaughn mansion assaulted my memory and my heart squeezed so painfully that it ached physically. I sighed deeply and harshly pushed some hair out of my face as I realized that every moment from that day until this morning when he kissed me goodbye was a fucking lie.All of it, lies. Bloody lies.I wrapped my arms around my torso, hugging myself tightly as I choked back harder sobs. I thought of
SCARLETTSuddenly, all my worries were out the window and all that matters was the glint of adoration and a burning passion in Alex’s eyes.He seemed to be in a hotel room from the look of things and he was hurriedly shutting the curtains after readily agreeing to my request. Simply seeing his enthusiastic attitude in action was causing a pool between my thighs.“I’m at your mercy now, sweetheart,” he announced in a breathless voice once he was seated on the bed again, his eyes darkening with desire as they raked over my body.“Take off your clothes,” I ordered, feeling oddly empowered by knowing that he was at my mercy, that he was mine to do with as I pleased, that he didn’t have to be near to get the same crazed effect my body triggered in him each time we’d been together.“As you please,” he set his phone down and started to pull his shirt over his head.My mouth watered with need as his beautifully muscled chest was exposed to me. I swallowed, weatherly following the slow torturo