INICIAR SESIĂNI can't believe I'm almost at 8,000 views.
It wouldn't have been possible without you guys. And even at some point when my strenght was failing, I found them again to even drop some chapters. Life hasn't been easy, but it feels good to see that some still cares to read my fantasy. I'm grately honoured đđ¤ Merry Christmas Lovians. Thanks for making this year an interesting one for me. I love you all. đđšđđâđScarletâs POVThe great hall was cold enough to freeze water.Nobody lit the giant stone hearths. Nobody offered Damien wine or bread to break his fast. The elders sat around the long oak table like a bunch of nervous vultures, their hands hidden in their embroidered sleeves, not a single one daring to raise their chin.Damien sat at the head of the table. In his proper seat.He hadn't cleaned up. The dry mud was still caked into the dark hair on his chest, and dried black blood ringed the raw wounds where the collar had bitten into his throat. Two palace healers had tried to approach him with clean cloths and silver-leaf salves, but he hadn't even looked at them; he just let out a low, vibrating growl that sent them running back to the kitchens.Beside me, on the left side of the table, Joel sat upright. He hadn't unbuckled his sword. He hadn't ducked his head once since we walked through those heavy double doors."Start talking," Damien said.He didn't yell. That was the worst part.
Scarletâs POVJoelâs fingers didn't move from my waist. If anything, they dug a fraction deeper into the silk of my dress, holding me steady while my legs continued to tremble."Joel," I whispered through dry lips, my eyes fixed on the man at the bottom of the steps. "Let go. Please.""He's not in his right mind, Scarlet," Joel muttered back, his tone flat, stripped of fear. "Look at him. He's covered in witch-marks and dragging chains. If he snaps, he'll tear through the elders before anyone can draw a blade.""I don't care," I choked out, pulling myself out of Joelâs grip. My slippers dragged against the grit on the balcony floor as I stepped up to the edge of the stairs. "Damien..."Damien didn't move an inch. He stood on the first stone riser, his bare chest heaving, dark blood crusting over the burns that crisscrossed his ribs. His knuckles were swollen, caked with dry dirt and gore from whatever hell he had clawed his way out of. But his gaze never wavered from my throat.He was
Scarletâs POVThe noise from the courtyard was giving me a headache.Thousands of pack members were drinking, laughing, and passing around roasted meat to celebrate the naming ceremony. Up on the balcony, the elders were still bowing and offering their cheap congratulations, acting like they hadn't spent the last nine months trying to stab me in the back while my belly grew heavy.Beside me, Joel stood with his hands resting easily on his sword belt. His posture was calm, but every time our eyes met, there was that quiet heat between us."We should get the babies inside," Joel said softly, leaning his head down toward mine so only I could hear. "The wind is picking up, and Kaeler looks like heâs about to start crying again."I glanced over at the three cradles. Sasha was rocking Kaeler, while the other two nurses stood by Kaelor and Kaelia. The golden circlets sat bright on their tiny brows."You're right," I answered, feeling the exhausted. "Let's put them down, and then I want to si
Damienâs POVThe king didn't take my refusal well.He rose from his dark stone throne, his face twisted in disgust. Beside him, Ahendrillaâs eyes turned completely black, the purple veins under her pale skin lighting up with raw magic."Kill him," she spat, her voice cold. "If he won't give us an heir, scrape the marrow from his bones and feed it to the hounds."A dozen royal guards closed in instantly. They wore silver-plated armor and carried heavy poleaxes designed to split wolf bone. They thought I was still weak from the wolfsbane they slipped into my food every day. They thought the heavy collar bolted around my neck kept me under their thumb.They were wrong.A pureblood Alpha's body doesn't stay poisoned forever. My wolf had been burning through the toxin for weeks, saving every drop of strength, waiting for the right moment. And this was it.I didn't wait for the first guard to swing. I lunged forward, grabbed the shaft of his poleaxe with both hands, and ripped it out of his
Scarletâs POVRecovering from childbirth was an uphill battle. My wolf, Scar, was still battered, weak, and practically dormant, leaving me feeling entirely too human. I couldn't even bathe without four maids physically lifting me into the steaming tub.As I sat soaked in the warm water, I caught one of the maids washing my feet giving me a sharp, mocking look. The other maids fell silent...some scrubbing my back, others washing my hair, while a few prepared my royal robes for the naming ceremony.I locked eyes with the girl. She sneered slightly, ignoring me completely as if I hadn't even noticed her disrespect.A heavy, suffocating silence fell over the room. The other maids froze in terror, Sasha especially turning pale.âYou shouldn't be here, Sasha,â I ordered coldly. âReturn to your post.ââYes, Luna,â Sasha squeaked, bowing frantically before scrambling out of the room as fast as her legs could carry her.The rest of the maids stood motionless, daring not to breathe. Joel had d
Scarletâs POVâLunaâŚâJoelâs hand hung suspended in the air, his knuckles white, mere seconds away from snapping the neck of the young maid who had stumbled upon us.This was the third unwanted visitor in two days. Ordinarily, Joel would have ended her life before she could draw her next breath. But my soul was battered, and I was utterly sick of the bloodshed.âLet her go,â I said, my voice raspy.The maid dropped hard to her knees, scrubbing her hands together in a frantic plea. She pressed two fingers against her lips, her eyes wide as saucers as big, violent drops of sweat trickled down her pale face.âI swear on my life! I swear on the Goddess! I won't say a word to anyone!â she sobbed, her words tumbling over each other in sheer terror.âCome closer.ââLuna⌠pleaseâŚâ Her voice quavered, paralyzed by the sheer aura of death radiating off Joel.âI promise Iâll neverâââI said, come closer.â I beckoned with a weak flick of my fingers.Joel reluctantly stepped aside, carving a narrow
Damienâs POVIt had been days since she left, and still, Iâd heard nothing.Not another letter. Not even a reassurance that she was going to really come backâIâm left with just memories of her. My head spun as I wrestled with what to do next. That was when the guardsâ voices boomed from the palace
Scarletâs POV âDamien, what are you doing?â I gasped, fear laced in my voice. My breath hitched, as my chest rose and fell with sharp urgency. But⌠damn it. Why do I feel so wet beneath? Whatâs wrong with me? Iâve never been this close to a man. Never felt this exposedâŚthis fragile. I placed
Damienâs POVI donât know if it was instinct, but something deep inside me whispered that something was wrong.Even though she tried so hard to conceal it, everything was brought to light tonight. All through the night, as I took Scarlet again and again, she kept calling my nameâand another.A nam
Scarletâs POVI blinked, forcing myself back into the moment, steadying my breath as I looked up at Damien.He was still watching me, the soldiers standing rigidly behind him, guiding us forward.None of it was real.None of it had ever been real.I had only been standing thereâwatching Joel being







