Clay. I returned to the apartment. The moment I stepped in, Scarlett stood up abruptly. I noticed she was cleaning her face, which indicated she was crying, but I knew she would never own up to it. She was tough like that, and I admired her for it. "Have you eaten?" I asked her, and she looked at me with a mean scowl and shook her head. I began to laugh. The girl put too much effort into trying to piss us off. It was so obvious that it started looking cute. I did not understand why Lucian could not see through her facade. She was lonely and fragile. Her world was turned upside down, and she is only trying to cope. Rejecting her would be extreme. Scarlett isn't a beauty like Stasia, but fate paired us for a reason, and I was not willing to reject that gift. I knew she would be a piece of work, but I was willing to put in the time and effort to get through to her.I had told Lucian and Maxwell that our ruthless and mean approach was why she was like this. The girl had tried to run ov
Scarlett. I couldn't believe anyone would say anything more hurtful than the words Lucian had said to me simply because I did not thank him for buying me stuff. I was hurt, but I fought my tears. Crying in his presence would give him satisfaction, and I wasn't willing to provide him with that. I hated what my life had turned out to be. I thought I would be free from my father one day, but life with my father was better than the hell I was living in right now. I kept an invisible note in my head with the names of people I would enact my revenge on if I survived this. I wish Lucian had rejected me. I would have accepted it in a heartbeat and not have to deal with the mate pull I felt towards him. I also wished the other two would do the same, so I could have peace, but Clay had to come and stop him, which was very annoying. The Omegas brought food, and I ate my fill and went back to sit and stare at the window. I wasn't staring at anything in particular. I was trying hard to escape i
Scarlett. "You have given yourself a holiday?" Maxwell said to me, and I did not know how to respond because he wasn't coming off as nice. So I did not say a word. "You stole booze last night?" He asked, and I nodded before thinking about it, and his eyes softened while Lucian laughed. If it were just Lucian, I would keep quiet, but there was a way Maxwell looked at me that made me realise he deserved an explanation. "I was freezing, and there was no tea in the flask, so I took a sip. Just so I could sleep. Please, I wasn't trying to steal," I explained to Maxwell, and he nodded, indicating it was okay. "I won't take it again, I promise," I added, and he shook his head. "No, feel free to drink as much as you like," he said and left for his room, leaving me alone with Lucian, and a scowl found its way back on my face. Why won't he reject me already? Because there was no way I would accept my bond with the bastard. He just stared at me, and that was when I felt my feet were warm
Scarlett I woke up with a terrible headache. I must have overdone it. I got too cold and nervous that I drank too much. The communication between Lucian and Maxwell was disturbing. I did not like being in the dark, especially about things that concerned me. I went to the bathroom to freshen up and made sure I hurried up. Then decided to clean up the rooms even though it was no longer my job. Idleness was killing me sitting down, so I kept myself busy. Besides, I noticed their staff never entered their rooms, and I was sure it was for a good reason. Once I was done cleaning the place up, I decided to take a book from their shelf. I looked for books that seemed happy and void of romance. I did not want to be fantasising about anyone at the moment. My life was fucked up already. I had many issues, but the one that troubled me the most was why my wolf had not come yet. Was I wolfless? I was still on the shelf when Lucian came in. I moved away quickly by reflex. "Sleep well?" he asked me
Maxwell. I could not believe what I had just discovered. There was no way Scarlett could be lying. She was a fucking virgin. If this was true, we were idiots and did not deserve her. Who was Thomas trailing? Who was he reporting, and who had that sneaky bastard Vladislav introduced us to? If this was true, then we had committed a heinous crime. All that aggression and anger was because we believed she didn't keep herself. We had lashed out the wrong way. I knew fucking Stasia was bad. I felt it, but Lucian always found a way to make it seem right. I was glad we stopped sleeping with the woman. She deserved better. Here we were saying Scarlett was tainted, but we were the tainted ones. It made a lot of sense. Since she got here, she hasn't tried to seduce either of us, and the pull of the mate bond was strong. I used to think she touched herself to ease her ache, but how can she know pleasure when she did not even understand it? She was naive, and we had maltreated her. Nikolay must ha
Maxwell Clay walked in, and he immediately sensed the tension in the air. "What happened here?" he asked, almost clueless, then looked around, "where is Scarlett?" he asked, and Lucian pointed at me. "I told her to sleep in your room," I confessed. I thought he would protest, but he didn't. "It's about time," he said, and I was ashamed of myself. He did not even know what I knew, and he still loved her; my love was inferior compared to his. "So why the glum?" Clay asked, and I looked at Lucian. Since he wasn't willing to speak, I decided to speak for him. "Lucian brought Stasia to live with him, and I said he should take the other room. He refused and insisted on wanting to put Scarlett through torture. So I said no. I told him to reject Scarlett and move on with Stasia. Scarlett had already asked him and me to reject her yesterday." I said, and he was stunned. "She did?" he asked, and I nodded. "Wow, I missed a lot," he said, and I nodded. "He fought me because of that whore,
Scarlett. Three days had passed since Maxwell and Clay had allocated a room to me. I liked the idea, but I remained on my toes, wondering what would happen next. The sudden kindness I experienced was like magic; one thing about magic was that it constantly had an expiration date. I did not know Maxwell would be the first to figure out I was a virgin, but I was glad he did. I hoped the name-calling would stop after this. I remained in my room for three days. The omegas served me food there with little respect, but I did not care. I learned Maxwell and Clay had travelled, which explained why no one checked on me since. When I learned Lucian was the only one home, I was worried and bothered that he would do something, so far, he did nothing, and I hoped it remained that way. I sat on the bed in my new room and cried tears of relief. Somehow I was hopeful that I might be treated like a living thing, not an object. Being away from Lucian also helped because I knew he hated me the most. I
Lucian. Scarlett had deliberately asked me to reject her in the presence of Stasia because she knew I couldn't. She wanted to hurt Stasia. I knew it was normal for her to feel jealous of Stasia. Scarlett was my fated mate after all; the mate bond compels her to, but that was low of her. She, of all people, knows that I feel nothing for her, yet she had to stir shit up. It took a lot of effort to bring Stasia to live with me, and I knew I would have hell to pay. Clay and Maxwell would be livid that I let Stasia come stay with me. My wolf, Tiger, was already giving me a tough time about it. He wanted Scarlett, but I could not accept a tainted whore as my mate. I did not know why the moon goddess chose to tie me to a Vladislav.The daughter of the man that killed the only family I had left. Murdered her and her children in innocent blood. Other than that, I did not have it in me to reject her. Somehow I knew if I bonded with her, I would be at her feet. I would be at her beck and call an