로그인Scarlet’s POVJust then, Joel broke away from the kiss, his eyes closed, pushing me backward. His hands gripped my shoulders while I watched him lick his lips.“You cannot do this, Scarlet.”“I know. And I—I’m sorry,” I said, taking another step back. My heart was racing, my hands trembling as I struggled to meet his gaze.“Scarlet,” he called again for the second time. Dropping the honorifics, he stared at me with the utmost respect. “I wouldn’t want us to do this.”“I—I don’t know what came over me. I’m sorry,” I apologized, trying hard to keep my racing heart steady, but it wouldn’t listen to me.“It’s fine. I just—I can’t take it if it keeps happening, Scarlet. Can’t you see how much I’m trying to stop myself?” He continued staring at me, taking a few steps backward, leaving me to my own devices.“I’ll leave now,” was the last thing he said before dashing out of the courtroom at full speed, leaving me alone in the room with teary eyes.I couldn’t hold myself together any longer, e
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Scarlet’s POV“Yes!” I seethed, already carried away by another imagination, one that had already left me dripping beneath.Fuck! I’m so fucking wet. These days, my imagination has been doing more, helping me to stay sane, but right now I really crave a man’s toughness. I need someone beside me.Deep down, I act like I’m fine. But honestly, I need someone firm. I need Damien back, or I might finally fall for Joel, and this is what I’ve been avoiding.“I’m so sorry. I only came back to let you know that your presence is needed in the palace,” he replied, his eyes troubled.“What happened?” My brows furrowed as I approached him quickly, staring at the exit, seeing someone who looked like a mad person. Obviously, I’d never seen a mad werewolf before. But this person I was looking at from afar—“He came from the neighboring packs.”“I thought we were the only ones that existed after the war—”“He said he was pushed out by his pack. So, when the war happened, he was able to hide himself un
Scarlet’s POV“Luna,” Joel snapped his hand across my face, jolting me back to reality, my chest racing faster as I swallowed hard.Apparently, everything that had happened earlier had been my imagination, because my tears still remained on my face. My eyes settled on him as he watched me from a short distance.“You’ve been standing there for over twenty-five minutes, and I’ve been calling you, but all you did was stare at me. Are you good?” Joel questioned, leaning slightly toward me while trying to look strong, his bandaged hand still hanging around his neck.Quickly, I wiped off my tears while I turned away from him, staring up at the sky so I wouldn’t get noticed, even when I knew that doing so was completely futile.“Yes,” I lied, but Joel was quick enough to catch me and reprimand me.“You know you are a terrible liar,” Joel answered, and I couldn’t help but burst into laughter. The gentle breeze slapped my hair across my face, creating a wild mess that I struggled to deal with.
Scarlet’s POV“From now on,” I started, my voice carrying not just weight, but demanding the silence that followed. Blood flowed down past my feet as I watched the Minister of Finance hold my legs, letting me know Jace was the only child he had.“If anyone tries to come against me, or rises to take this throne from me, I won’t take it lightly,” I threatened, my voice echoing through the courtroom as I tried to control my emotions.“Luna, I’m sorry. He won’t—I mean, we won’t ever come close to hurting you or the unborn child. But please, bring back my child,” he pleaded, as he cradled Jace’s dead body.Joel, on the other hand, stared back at me, his eyes fixed on mine as he walked inside slowly, bowing before me.“I know the power of life and death is in your hands, Luna. Please, kindly wake my only child. Even if you want to relieve me of my position—”“Then it is done,” I answered before he could finish his statement, dropping my sword to the ground. “You’ll drop your title and every
Scarlet’s POVEveryone stared at each other, unable to believe whatever it was that I had just spilled out of my mouth, because it looked too good to be true.They all went silent at first, clearing their throats, unable to speak, which only resulted in a murmur—one that graduated into silence the immediate moment I hit my hand on the armrest of my chair.“We cannot believe that,” Jace said, turning toward the elders, hoping for them to say something, but each of them could not. I stared them all in the eye, and finally, I heard someone among them trying to go against me.“For all we know, Alpha Damien had left when you got pregnant. How do you expect us to believe this?” the Minister of Finance continued, and that gave Jace the courage to look back at me, waiting for me to speak.“Your pack doctor carried out a check on me, and even told me the gender of this child before I went to war, and yet you stand there, staring me in the eyes to say the child doesn’t belong to Damien?” I lash
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Damien’s POV“Should that be a problem?” Kayla tilted her head, trying to peer past me.I stepped in fast, curling my arm around Scarlet and pulling her into my chest. Her head fit against my shoulder, hidden from view.“Don’t look until I say so,” I whispered against her hair, my palm smoothing ov
Damien’s POV I swallowed hard, willing my voice not to shake.“What about her?” I asked, watching as he held back his words.“Did you not say Scarlet has the right to leave if she doesn't fall in love with you after eight days?” His brow arched with unsettling calm.My racing thoughts still.He wa
Scarlet’s POV“What was that?” I muttered under my breath, slamming the door shut, my pulse thundering in my ears.I thought I could help him out of his misery… but Damien felt irreversible.My hands drifted to my arms, rubbing as goosebumps prickled over my skin. The memory of his grip earlier fla







