Damien’s POVI had stormed out of the palace, angry, restless… and aroused. My wolf thrashed inside me, struggling against the curse that held us both captive.I barely noticed when my foot slipped from the stirrup. The excess fabric of my cloak tangled around my armor, catching on a low branch.The next thing I knew, I was falling hard, off the horse and down a small slope, tumbling toward an unknown destination.I tried to shift, to steady myself, but my powers didn’t respond. My wolf had gone completely still. Dormant.“What the fuck?!” I shouted, just barely missing a rock that could’ve cracked my skull open.Branches tore at my clothes, dirt filled my mouth, and then, through the haze, I saw a horse galloping toward me.Aurora.“Damien!” she shouted, leaning low as the horse came closer. Her hand shot out. “Take my hand!”“Leave me!” I barked. My voice was harsh. But she didn’t stop.“Don’t be stubborn!” she yelled again, her hand reaching further. “Grab on!”Against my better ju
Scarlet’s POV“Leave my chamber, Aurora. I have better things to do,” I said coldly.“Better things to do?” she echoed, scoffing. Her eyes trailed from my head to my feet, then back to my face. “I doubt you’ll survive the night if he ever touches you.”She laughed, loud and cruel, the sound dripping with mockery.A wave of disgust rolled through me. I felt it knot in my stomach, bitter and sharp. As much as I wanted to keep my calm, focus on my goal, and walk away from this place when it was over, Aurora was making it harder by the day.And maybe… maybe I liked a challenge.“You know,” I said, stepping forward, “not everyone is a whore like you. Screwing everything with legs and still strutting around like you're proud of your pathetic life.”Her laughter vanished instantly.Her face tightened, lips twitching as her hand lifted, ready to slap me. But I moved first, reaching for the crown I’d left on the shelf, placing it neatly on my head.“If you even think about touching me,” I war
Scarlet’s POV I clenched my fists tighter, gripping the hem of my garment as I struggled to sever the bond.“C'mon, Scarlet,” I muttered, trying to focus, trying to will the world back into sense. But I couldn’t.Damien’s gaze locked on mine, arms folded across his chest, unwavering.He was waiting.Waiting for me to speak.Waiting for me to unleash whatever power he believed I had.But I couldn’t do it. Not yet.“Let me go, Damien,” I said, voice low. It was all I could muster before he moved in.His arm slid around my waist, yanking me toward him. I flinched.My stomach twisted into knots. I tried to push him away, but I couldn't. The mate pull was stronger than I thought.His touch burned, his grip firm, almost possessive, and it made my core throb against my panties.Adrenaline coursed through me.His scent, pine needles and mint, wrapped around my senses like smoke.Oh, goddess! I wanted to shove him off, to scream no.But it was too late.I was already in his arms, trembling w
Damien’s POV The moment she left, I couldn’t sit still anymore.Aurora’s eyes stayed locked on mine, but I barely noticed. I didn’t care what she thought. My mind was already chasing after Scarlet.I kept thinking about the curse. The one that made it impossible for me to touch her without hurting her. The one that reminded me every damn second that wanting her was dangerous.But gods… I wanted her.Every time she was near, I had to fight the urge to pull her into my arms. To tell her how much I ache for her. But after what she saw, me did to Aurora—would she even believe me?Scarlet looks at me like I’m a monster.And maybe she’s not wrong.Yes, I’m a werewolf. Yes, I’ve done unspeakable things. But I’m not heartless. I feel everything, maybe too much when it comes to her.I was about to leave when I noticed Callan stepping out too. Something in his body language made me pause. I didn’t want to believe he had feelings for Scarlet. But something told me I needed to know for sure.I
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Scarlet’s POVAs the ceremony dragged on, I could feel Aurora’s eyes burning holes into my skin.She hadn’t stopped staring—not once.It wasn’t curiosity. It wasn’t even jealousy anymore. It was rage. Cold, coiled, bitter rage. She looked at me like she wanted me to vanish from existence. And she wasn’t alone.Callan’s glare matched hers. So did most of the pack members seated below the dais. They weren’t celebrating. They were judging. Measuring me. Hating me.And yet here I was, seated on the Queen’s throne.The gold crown still felt too heavy for my head. Like it knew I didn’t belong here.I let my eyes drift over the room, but my thoughts were far from the celebration. They slipped back to Kayla and Alex, two people I had once called family.What were they doing now? Laughing on a honeymoon in some cozy cabin? Twisting the knife deeper by mocking me, reliving how pitiful I must have looked when she’d shown up and claimed Alex?My jaw tightened.“Scarlet,” Damien’s voice pulled me