Scarlett was accused of murder and was outcast from her pack, she met with Prince Andre who has been with a wrong mate for seven years which is why the prince never had a child for seven years. Prince Andre met with Scarlett ended up marking her, he tried to resist her but he couldn’t. Scarlett got pregnant and walk away. Khelaine the wrong mate of prince Andre found Scarlett who needed help, she offer to help her in exchange of her pups . Scarlett agreed but later on refused the offer. Khelaine had announced her fake pregnancy to the entire kingdom. Khelaine will do anything to get the babies from Scarlett while Scarlett will do anything to keep her Pups away from Khelaine. Will Andre ever find out the truth about his babies?
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Particles of dust float through the air, illuminated by the sun breaking through the stained glass windows. This of all places is where that lying, manipulative stepmom of mine decided to have the burial ceremony of my dad. My eyes cut to the woman in question, lips twisting at the sight. Her copper hair is curled into a perfect coiffure, with a black veil draped over her face, hiding the perfect, elegant makeup beneath. She holds a lace handkerchief to her face, sobbing into the soft material. Her daughter, Ria, is tucked against her side, her shoulders shaking lightly. Despite the fact that we’re family, I sit as far away from them as physically possible without outwardly snubbing them. Her crocodile tears are too much to handle at this moment.
I avert my gaze, my stomach twisting at the mockery, and anger rises in my throat, choking me with her every sob. How anyone could believe her lies is beyond me. My eyes bore into the pews. I swear the heat from my gaze could burn a hole in the wood. A flash of light at the front of the room distracts me from my ire. All traces of rage flee my body at the sight of the golden urn before me. The sun glints off the shiny exterior, as though it’s some beacon of hope and joy rather than death and loss. My shoulders slump and a wave of sorrow crashes over me, despite my attempts to distract myself with the atrocities around me.
A figure moves into the pew beside me, and my body goes rigid, muscles tensing for an attack. Instinct drives me to clasp the hilt of the silver dagger strapped to my side, but instead of launching myself at the man, I sigh in relief, my fingers slipping from the cool metal when he rests his leg against mine. I lean into his touch, accepting his offered hand, wrapping my fingers around his. I let my cold skin soak in his warmth. Ryan runs his palm over the back of my black dress, sliding against the smooth material and giving me a moment of comfort from the simple touch. He nods over my shoulder in a sign of respect to my step-sister, the evil sister anyways.
I glance over at her, but I’m not sure why. She’s clasping a hand to her chest in thanks for his acknowledgement, and it takes every ounce of my strength and willpower not to sneer at her. She reaches towards me, grasping my arm, and I shudder in disgust at the contact. Doing my best to hide my disdain for the woman, I pat her hand in my attempt at comfort. She apparently finds the reaction acceptable because she gives me a weak smile before removing her hand.
“I’m impressed,” Ryan whispers in my ear before choking back a laugh at my scowl. He’s aware I can’t exactly say what I want to at this moment, and his knowing smile says it all.
“I can still stab you,” I warn, whispering softly in his ear. He shudders beside me, a devilish grin spreading over his face and goosebumps spread up his neck, raising the small hairs on the back of it. I shake my head, huffing out a breath of amusement—the sick fuck.
My moment of levity evaporates as the priest moves across the front of the archaic church, where my eyes are drawn once again back to the golden urn. Ryan hand clasps mine tighter, lending me his strength.
“Receive the moon godess blessing,” the priestess says, her booming voice projected by the microphone before her. I tune out the rest of his words, not really caring much about the religious ceremony. The whole affair was organized by Ria, my step sister, regardless of our parent's wishes.
The thought causes a lump to form in my throat, and the grip I have on his hand must be cutting off his circulation. My eyes blur with tears as the rest of the attendants chorus “Amen.”
He’s gone. Really and truly gone. I exhale a shaky breath, the unshed tears now rolling down my cheeks.
“Regan was a kind, caring man,” the priestess continues, lowering his head devoutly. The statement almost causes me to snort with laughter. Sure he was to me as a child, to our family, but to others—no. To others he was a heartless, ruthless leader. To them he let his pride get in the way most of the time. Which is the reason he’s dead now.
“Despite the unfortunate way his body has been laid to rest—”
The words pique my interest again, seeing the man, staring at the urn before him in disgust. It was my father’s wish to be cremated, something still looked down upon by the priest apparently. I had to fight tooth and nail to have them follow his will on that point. I know it will also be a fight to spread his ashes where he wished, but I’ll do it. I’ll fight anyone, kill anyone that gets in my way.
I take in a deep, calming breath, unwilling to let the slight go. The disrespectful fuck needs to be put in his place. Anyone who would disrespect their leader so openly on pack-owned land in a pack-owned building deserves to be handled publicly. I untangle my hand from Ryan and perch on the edge of my seat. Narrowing my eyes on him, I let my power shift to the surface, allowing it to radiate around the room. I focus the full weight of it upon the priest, but let it trickle out to those seated around me in case anyone else has any ideas of defiance. I have to make the boundaries clear, and speaking ill of myself or my father is unacceptable. He quickly inclines his head, his body going rigid as my power collides with him. His Adam’s apple bobs beneath his withered skin, and his body shakes with fear. I can’t slip up, I need to exert the power within me now that he’s gone.
I let my power grip him, forcing him to his knees, my cool controlled rage simmering just below the surface. “You will not speak ill of your Alpha, Scarlet” I growl the words. “Neither your former nor your current. This is your final warning.” I sweep my gaze around the nave, encompassing everyone in my threat. One by one they bow their heads in respect, doing so before my power even touches them. I feel Monte’s presence beside me, backing me up as the pack beta should.
My step-mother and half-sister are crouched low as well. My stomach twists at the sight. I never wanted this power, never wanted dominance over the pack in such a way. Sure, I was an alpha before my father was killed, but now I’m the Alpha. In charge of the entire pack.
Ryan nods in respect, silently communicating that I made the right move and keeping his distance now. He knows I need to continue my show of strength and any signs of comfort from him would only make me look weak.
The priest climbs back to his feet, keeping his head lowered as a sign of respect. My fingers run along the dagger at my side, tracing the intricate design inlaid into the hilt. I take comfort in the familiar feel of the blade, letting it cool the anger boiling in my veins. It would be so easy to cut him down where he stands.
“Alpha Regan leaves behind his wife and daughters, and Ria, and Scarlet. His daughter Scarlet, our new leader and Alpha of our pack.” He sinks back down to his knees, lowering his head as far as he can with his old brittle bones. I nod, accepting his show of public respect. Moving my hand from the cool, comforting feel of my dagger, I decide to spare his life for the moment. Besides, it probably isn’t a good look to slay a priest in the middle of your father’s funeral, despite how entertaining he undoubtedly would have found it. The priest rises once more, moving back to the podium. “I would like to take a moment of silence for our fallen Alpha, and also another moment to remember his Luna, taken from us much too early in her life.” His words turn soft at the end when mentioning my mother. I stand, nodding in respect and clasping a hand over my heart, the remembrance of them both an apology for his earlier slip up. The priest’s shoulders slump in relief as I meet his gaze, silently accepting his act of contrition.
With that handled, I allow myself back into the moment and the reason we’re all here. Tears prick my eyes, and I fight them back, not permitting myself to cry here. Later, I can do it later.Alone. I don’t let my mind linger on that word, knowing it will destroy me, and this is neither the time nor the place for that. The rest of the mourners rise from their seats too. Surprisingly, even Ria. They all clasp their hands over their chests in solidarity. This is what my dad wanted—and the reason I allowed it despite the need for secrecy—for the pack to come together, a simple ceremony remembering his first wife and true mate. My mother.
“I don’t understand why we can’t just spread his ashes at home.” Ria pouts, crossing her arms as she sits back into the leather office chair. Leaning against the large desk, I tap my foot against the hardwood floor. Ryan leans against the wall, his stance is casual, yet I see the tension in his corded muscles, prepared to take on any threat that may come through that door. He suppresses a chuckle when I meet his gaze, knowing that the step-monster is getting on my very last nerve.
The priest clears his throat, and my eyes fly to him, his mouth partway open on a word. At my glare, he thinks better of whatever he was about to say, lowering his head and backing away from the group.
“I’ve told you this before, Mrs Drave. His will clearly stipulates—”
“I don’t care,” she spits out, her eyes narrowing on the lawyer.
“You don’t care?” I ask, cocking an eyebrow at her.
“That’s not what I meant,” she sobs, cowering back in her seat and picking up her routine again. “I loved him, just as much as you. I only want him close to me.”
Huffing out a breath of frustration, I scrub a hand over my face, attempting to bite back the anger. Sure, my stepmom isn’t my favorite person, but there was no denying she seemed to love my father.
“You know I can’t allow that, right?” I ask warily, letting her see the emotional toll this is all taking on me.
Tires squeal in the distance and my eyes pop open, the noise jolting me from the easy peace that had settled over me. I ready myself for another attack, my hand reaching for the gun still holstered on my leg. I pull it from the strap, but before I can bring it up, Nick’s voice breaks through. “That’s our pack, they’re going to load up the injured and bring them back to be treated.”Some of the tension eases from my chest and I give him a grateful smile, my look encompassing Marcus and Nate too, knowing that they had as much to do with that. I don’t even let myself think about how much they helped my pack tonight, unsure what would have happened if I didn’t have the two alphas here on the ground.“Go with them please, Sava.” I scan those crowded around us, knowing that he will be near.“Of course,” Sava nods solemnly from the side of an injured woman close to us. He clasps a shirt to her side, the white fabric turning red from the blood seeping through it.“I’ll help gather the injured
As you know, this engagement came about fast, and there is a reason for that,” I pause, before launching into the story, first telling them about the agreement with the Weavers pack that had been set up by my father, then how Monte stepped up and gave me an option which I took. “Then when we met the Weavers pack, I found that they’re my mates, their three leaders including Marcus Weavers are my mates.”Gasps echo around me, some faces pulling down into looks of disapproval, and other’s foreheads creasing in confusion. Doing my best to remain unperturbed, I don’t allow my gaze to linger on them for too long, knowing I may lose my nerve if I do.“We agreed to keep the information to ourselves, but as I began working with them to keep both our packs safe, I’ve come to appreciate them and their pack. Which is why it would be unfair to continue on pretending that the platonic relationship between me and beta Ryan is anything more,” I declare. Glancing back at him, I don’t let his crestfall
I glide across the floor, shivers running up my spine as arousal mixes with the warm buzz of alcohol in my veins, heightening my desire so much that I can barely think about anything other than Nick and his cock pounding into me. I weave my way through the group of patrons, most hurriedly moving out of my way as they spot me, leaving the path to my mate clear.His lips part as I approach him, but I don’t wait to hear what he has to say. I know what I want, and he can’t give that to me in a room full of strangers. His brows furrow in confusion as I pass him, but I don’t leave him to stew for very long. Making my way to the hallway, I turn my head to look back at him over my shoulder, crooking my finger in what I hope is a sexy gesture, beckoning him to follow me.Not bothering to wait, I continue on to the office at the end of the hall, leaving the door cracked open behind me. I shrug off my leather jacket, followed by the tight sweater dress, and my shoulder harness and gun. A chill r
Would that really be so bad though?” she asks, her voice soft and caring.I dart my gaze over to her as we approach the wrought iron gates of the Drave manor. “No,” I whisper, the word slipping from my lips before I give myself the chance to overthink it. No it wouldn’t be so bad honestly, and the more I allow myself to imagine it, the more I want it to be real. I want to be able to claim my mates to the world as excitedly as Nick had said he would. I want to know what a future would be like with them at my side, as more than mates but as equal partners in our packs, or perhaps singular pack at some point.To my relief, Semine doesn’t comment as she pulls through the gates and up to the manor. The thick stone facade and climbing ivy make this place seem like more of a prison than a home, my responsibilities and the thoughts of my pack holding me back from what I truly want, and the people that are starting to feel more like home than this place had ever been.My moment of clarity is s
That is how i met with Nate,I comb my fingers back through his black hair, comforting him while I wait for him to continue. That was a lot, both to dredge up and to go through as a child. I desperately need to know more, what happened in those foster homes, what happened to his mother? But I won’t push. He needs to work through this in his own time, and I’ll be here to listen and support him or knock some sense into him if need be, just as he has done for me.“That was until Nate and I ended up enrolled in the local school here in Enders. The family we were fostered with were racoon shifters but couldn’t sense us yet since we hadn’t shifted. But as soon as we met Marcus he knew, his alpha wolf senses were more in tune with ours, perhaps even more so because of our shared mate connection,” he says, giving me a weak smile, one which I feebly try to return.My mind races with thoughts of what it must have been like for them growing up, unable to imagine what I would have done in the same
Asshole,” I say between gritted teeth, but that only draws a laugh from those plump lips, his shoulder shaking beneath me.“You’re going to make me lose my concentration if you keep talking dirty like that,” he teases, placing his hand on a scanner to allow us into the building.I let loose a small shriek while gripping on to his sides to steady myself. My eyes lock in on his firm ass as he walks, the tight muscles flexing as he wastes no time maneuvering the halls. Well two can play this game I guess. I really didn’t have the opportunity to ogle it last night with my back bleeding out, but tonight…A growl slips from his lips as I reach down to slap his firm ass and his arms clamp down on my legs to avoid me falling off. He picks up his pace towards his room, and I giggle at the loud crack echoing out through the empty hallway.I help to close the door behind him and he spins to lock it, neither of us wanting to be interrupted. He wastes no time carrying me to the bed, pulling me bac
“Ugh, asshole,” I groan, placing my palm on my forehead again to express my annoyance. I swear with all these men and the way they like to test me, I’ll be fighting off headaches on the daily.“Nope, that’s mine and I refuse to give it up, you’ll have to choose a new one,” Nick teases, and his hand slides down to clasp my hand as he helps me up. “I should get you home.”My lips purse but I don’t bother arguing, knowing it will be pointless anyway. Besides, I already accomplished what I needed to. And since there isn’t even any paperwork to look over, the only reason to stay would be nostalgia.But I can’t let myself dwell on the past, not when my future is looking so promising. So I let Nick guide me from the VIP section, his hand still lightly holding mine. We keep the connection low to avoid detection, the move simply looking like he’s leading me through the crowded bar to any onlookers.“I’ll be right back,” I call to him, the volume of the music back at full force now as I release
You did too.” He laughs again, leaning over to pull his phone from his pocket. “See right here you said ‘If you don’t get back here this instant, I’ll shove your head up your ass.’” “Thank you for reminding me. It seems like I owe you a beat down since it took you a full hour to get back after I sent that.” “How quickly your story changes at the promise of violence.” His chest shakes with silent laughter, and I narrow my eyes on him but don’t bother arguing with him anymore, knowing exactly what he’ll say next. “For someone so concerned with me leaving to watch after our mate, you do seem to be wasting a lot of time.” And there it is. I swear these assholes like to get on my very last nerve, just to see how far they can push me. You’re lucky I consider you my brother, otherwise I’d be following through on my promise.” He chokes on his laugh, not expecting me to give up that easily it seems. Well he’s lucky I’m in a good mood right now. He’ll have another opportunity to see her, an
“Thank goodness,” she sighs, her shoulders slumping in relief. I giggle at the wave of ease that washes over me, knowing now that she won’t be as stiff with me as others are. I need this sense of normalcy right now. “I’m so sorry, Scarlet,” she adds, her face falling as she glances around the office, clearly remembering the sobering circumstances for my return.“Thanks, Semine, but that’s not why I came to speak with you today,” I admit, reaching across the table to clasp her hand in a comforting touch. Although I appreciate her condolences, I can’t focus on that right now, I can’t keep dwelling on the losses and emotional blows. I will never forget, and I will continue to search for his killer and bring the same fate raining down upon them, but I need to live too.“I came to ask you to be one of my betas.” My lips lift up in an excited smile. Despite the hard time we have ahead of us, having someone like Semine on my side puts my mind at ease. I know she’ll tell me like it is, and ev
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