MasukScarlet’s POV“How’s she doing?”I heard a muffled masculine voice, my vision blurry as I tried to rub my eyes.“She’s stable for now,” the pack doctor replied.I finally managed to open my eyes, forcing myself to gather some strength. It suddenly dawned on me what had happened—the maids I had asked to bring the hot water and the seed hadn't delivered it before I fainted. But right now, I just needed to be sure I was physically okay.“Luna, are you alright?” Joel asked. His eyes were fixed on me as he gently lifted me, helping me sit up against the headboard.“Yes,” I answered, trying hard to remain calm even though I was visibly shaken.“Good.” Joel heaved a sigh of relief. He thanked the doctor, who reminded me that I needed plenty of rest before he finally took his leave.As soon as the door shut behind him, Joel walked over and helped me lie back down, holding my hand tightly in his.“Damien—”“I tried my best, Scarlet. We couldn’t find him.”“Then we still can't pronounce him dea
Scarlet’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
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Scarlet’s POV“What are you—doing?!” I snapped, leaping to my feet and wiping my lips with the back of my hand.My gaze darted around the training ground. I was sure enough, eyes were everywhere.Keira was among them. The same woman who had tended to me earlier… the same one who told me everything
Damien’s POVIt had been days since she left, and still, I’d heard nothing.Not another letter. Not even a reassurance that she was going to really come back—I’m left with just memories of her. My head spun as I wrestled with what to do next. That was when the guards’ voices boomed from the palace
Damien’s POV I was just about to take her hand when a loud crash erupted behind us.Before I could react, she staggered forward—blood spilling from her left side.“Fuck!” she hissed, clutching her stomach. Yet, even wounded, she moved with deadly precision, her blade flashing through the night as







