Luther’s POV
I carried her in my arms as I raced down the stairs, people stared at me in shock as I kept running. I took her to the pack house hospital, and when the doctors had seen her clothes they were reluctant to take her in.“She is a slave, we don’t treat slaves.” The doctor had said to me as I stared in shock. What was this madness happening in the Bloodmoon pack! My pack the Silvermoon pack, doesn’t discriminate against slaves, maid or Omega! Everyone was allowed to be treated in the pack house hospital.“Is this how Alpha Devon rules his people?” I screamed at them, as the doctor looks at me in horror.“Alpha Luther… he said slowly as he recognizes me. I didn’t know it was you. Please bring in her.” I scoffed at his behavior.I would have dealt with him, but there isn’t any time for that, I laid her on the bed as they carried her in. I followed them closely, her eyes were still shut, she looked so pure and beautiful even in this state. I hope she will be fine.“You have to leave Alpha Luther, you can’t go in with her. The nurse tries to shut the door as I held it open.“Says who! I am staying right beside her, I’m not leaving her side, ever! I added as their eyes widened in disbelief. My Beta, Randall rushed in, and he placed his hands on my shoulder.“She’ll be fine. He said calmly, his voice reassuring me. I am sure people around had told him about this.The doctor attending to her looked at me, and when I had caught him staring, he avoided my eye contact as his hands started to shake.“What is wrong?” I asked him as I raced towards him and gripped his clothes. My Beta holds my hand and removes my grip from the doctor’s clothes.“I think you should calm down, they are just doing there job.” He spoke to me calmly as I tried to control the anger fueling in me.“I think you should… um, leave. You won’t want to see this.” The nurse said as she tried not to stutter in fear.“She is right, let us leave them to do their job. Remember we are only visitors here. Plus you look very intimidating right now. Randall says but I shake my head.“No! I am not leaving carry on. I said to the doctor.The doctor turn on her belly as they tear her already worn out cloth. Randall let out a gasp. I clenched my fist, as I tried so hard not to punch the doctor.“What did they do to her? Her back is red and bloody, different cuts filled her back, some of them deep and others trying to heal themselves. How could anyone do to this?The Bloodmoon pack will pay for this.………Alpha Devon’s POVMy Beta walked up to me and whispered into my ears. As my eyes widened in shock.“What? I let out as Isabelle stares at me, wondering what is going on.“Is there something wrong?” She asked.“No, no I lied. As I forced a smile to my lips. Stay with the guest I am coming.” I stood up to leave. My Beta following me closely.He had just told me that Scarlet had fainted and was taken to the pack house by Luther, my guest. What sort of embarrassment is this? Why does she have to faint in front of my guest?I walked to the pack house hurriedly, and when I got in, I saw Luther pacing around as I approached him slowly, Immediately his eyes landed on me he walked towards me and punched me on my face. I stared at him in shock. The doctor and the nurses stared at us their mouth opened in disbelief.I didn’t know how to react to this, as it was a blow to my pride.“I am sorry for his behavior. Randall said quickly. My Beta hushed everyone away, and they left us alone too.Luther paced around the room, as several thoughts went through my head.“What was that for? I finally asked him.“I am disappointed in the Bloodmoon pack! He started. I didn’t know you guys torture your maids and discriminate against people. So your maids have no place in your pack house hospital, if they are sick or injured they can’t be treated?” He roared in anger.What do you mean?He dragged me to the room, and I saw Scarlet lying on her side, her beautiful face made my heart beat fast as I remembered how I had rejected her cruelly. Luther pulls her clothes up and I winced at the sight.I remembered the night she I had bought her, how she was beaten in front of the pack. My lips curled up as I didn’t know how to defend the Bloodmoon pack.That didn’t happen in my house! If you want to know how that happened wait for her to wake up, so she can explain herself. I hissed.Luther had been my best friend since we were kids, even though he wasn’t from the Bloodmoon pack, our fathers were also best of friends. And we are swore brothers and had pledged alliance for life. The Bloodmoon pack and the Silvermoon pack were brothers. I can’t let Scarlet mess things up for us.“I would be leaving your pack today with her!” As the words left his mouth, I felt like something had stabbed my heart. How much did you buy her? I heard you bought her. I would pay you double or even triple the price.” His expression remained cold.“What do you mean by that?”“It’s exactly what you heard Devon! I am leaving your pack today with her. The Silvermoon pack won’t treat even it slave like this.”“What do you mean about treating people in your own pack! You are barely even an Alpha. Do you know what being an Alpha entails.” I mocked, he just turned an Alpha last two weeks and he is already playing god.“You are just an Alpha son! I became an Alpha on my own. Know your place Devon, there is a huge difference between us.” I punched him.“Do you think you can come into my pack and disrespect me? She is a member of the Bloodmoon pack and I have a say on whether she leaves the pack or not!“A member of the pack, yet you all did that to her! He scoffed. I want her Devon and I am going to have her.“And I forbid you to have her! She is mine!“What? I thought I heard him say, but the voice sounded was a female voice. I turned and it was Scarlet, her eyes were wide open as she watched us.You rejected me Alpha Devon.Scarlet’s POVThe dungeon’s darkness pressed against me, a living thing that swallowed hope and sound.My scream still echoed in my ears, raw and desperate, torn from my throat when I’d heard the scrape of metal against stone—a knife, glinting in the faint torchlight, held by a shadowed figure slipping into my cell.I’d scrambled back, my chained wrists scraping against the rough floor, my heart hammering so hard I thought it might burst.The scent of rose oil and blood had been overwhelming, a sickening promise of what was coming.“Quiet, or I’ll make this worse,” the figure hissed, their voice low and venomous.The torchlight caught their face just enough to confirm my fear—Isabelle. Her crimson gown was gone, replaced by a dark cloak, but her eyes burned with the same hatred I’d seen in the banquet hall.In her hand, the knife gleamed, its edge catching the light like a predator’s fang.“What do you want?” I whispered, my voice trembling despite my effort to sound defiant. My back
Scarlet’s POVThe dungeon’s damp chill seeped into my bones, the stone floor biting through the thin fabric of my dress. My wrists ached where the guards had gripped me, dragging me down here after Isabelle’s accusation.The darkness was suffocating, broken only by the faint drip of water somewhere in the distance. My mind raced, replaying the scene in the banquet hall—Isabelle’s smug grin, the damning letter, Devon’s cold order. And that scent… rose oil and blood. It clung to my senses, a puzzle I couldn’t solve.I curled into a ball, my back pressed against the rough wall, the cuts from my earlier punishment stinging with every movement. Blair whimpered in my head, her presence faint but steady, urging me to stay strong.But how could I?Isabelle had framed me, and Devon believed her. Luther’s protests echoed in my ears, but he was just one voice against a pack ready to condemn me. And the letter… I hadn’t seen it before, but its existence felt like a noose tightening around my neck
Scarlet’s POVThe air in the palace felt thick, like a storm brewing just beyond the horizon.Every step I took echoed with the weight of my choices—stay in this gilded cage under Devon’s unpredictable gaze, or flee with Luther to a pack that promised freedom but held its own unknowns.My hands shook as I polished the silver candelabras in the dining hall, my reflection distorted in their gleaming surfaces.I barely recognized the girl staring back—pale, bruised, but with a spark of defiance in her emerald eyes that hadn’t been there before.Mei’s words from the hospital lingered, a quiet warning: You’ve got a chance, Scarlet. Don’t waste it.But what was the right choice?Luther’s kindness felt like a lifeline, but the bond with Devon, faint and frayed, still tugged at my heart, a cruel reminder of what could have been.And Isabelle… her threats loomed like a shadow, her hatred for me growing sharper with each passing day.“Scarlet!”Lady Rosa’s sharp voice snapped me out of my thoug
Scarlet’s POVThe hospital room felt colder than the dungeon, though the sterile walls were a far cry from the damp stone I’d grown used to.My back still burned, each breath a reminder of the lashes that had torn my skin apart.But it wasn’t the physical pain that kept me awake, staring at the cracked ceiling.It was the ache in my chest, the lingering pull of the mate bond I couldn’t shake, and the weight of Luther’s offer hanging over me.Leave with him to the Silvermoon Pack, or stay here, trapped in Devon’s world of cruelty and contradictions.The door creaked open, and I tensed, expecting another confrontation.Instead, it was Mei, the maid who shared my room. Her small frame slipped inside with a tray of food.Her eyes avoided mine, as usual, but there was something different in her posture—less hostility, more… caution.“They said you need to eat,” she muttered, setting the tray on the small table beside my bed.It held a bowl of thin soup and a chunk of stale bread. Hardly a
Scarlet’s POVThe sterile smell of the pack hospital clung to my senses, sharp and bitter, mixing with the ache in my chest that hadn’t dulled since Alpha Devon’s rejection.My back throbbed, the cuts and bruises a cruel reminder of my place in this pack—a slave, a murderer, an outcast. But hearing Alpha Devon claim me as his after rejecting me? That was a new kind of torment.My heart twisted, caught between confusion and the faint, traitorous pull of the mate bond that still lingered, even after his cruel words.Alpha Luther’s eyes burned with fury as he stood between me and Devon, his broad frame radiating protectiveness.“You don’t get to call her yours,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Not after what you did. Not after what your pack did to her.”Devon’s forest-green eyes narrowed, his jaw tight.“She’s still a member of the Bloodmoon pack, Luther. You don’t get to waltz in here and make demands.”I struggled to sit up, wincing as pain shot through my body.The thin hos
Luther’s POV I carried her in my arms as I raced down the stairs, people stared at me in shock as I kept running. I took her to the pack house hospital, and when the doctors had seen her clothes they were reluctant to take her in. “She is a slave, we don’t treat slaves.” The doctor had said to me as I stared in shock. What was this madness happening in the Bloodmoon pack! My pack the Silvermoon pack, doesn’t discriminate against slaves, maid or Omega! Everyone was allowed to be treated in the pack house hospital.“Is this how Alpha Devon rules his people?” I screamed at them, as the doctor looks at me in horror. “Alpha Luther… he said slowly as he recognizes me. I didn’t know it was you. Please bring in her.” I scoffed at his behavior.I would have dealt with him, but there isn’t any time for that, I laid her on the bed as they carried her in. I followed them closely, her eyes were still shut, she looked so pure and beautiful even in this state. I hope she will be fine.“You have t