“You are not disappearing on me today,” Freya gritted as she stormed into Asher's chamber. “I have invited Melati.”“Who's Melati?” Damian asked. “Our tailor.”“She's getting your measurements today and you are not running away again,” Freya remarked. Asher did not flip out like he'd done the first time, surprising her. “When is she coming?” He casually asked, causing not just Freya but Lucas and Damian’s eyes to rest on him. “You are not playing games with me, right?” Freya inquired, squinting at him. Asher ignored their piercing eyes and walked over to the mini closet and unhung his coat. He placed it on the desk and straightened it with his bare hands. Freya frowned as her eyes watched him closely. “I still can't trust you.” Then she ambled towards me. “Let me iron that for you,” she said. Asher scoffed. “You mean hand it over to the servants to do.”“I can do it myself if you want.”“Forget it. You can't possibly wish to soil your delicate hands with my coat.”He'd barely f
In Silas Darkthorn's house, the elders gathered. They formed groups around their sitting positions, conversing. More like complaining. “Chief Elder promised to do something. He has done nothing since our last meeting. How long must we wait?” One of the elders gathered moaned. “Exactly. He promised he will make the Alpha lift the ban on the werewolf ladies but nothing has been done about it!” another complained bitterly. “How long are we going to wait? Is this another of his fake promises while we fatten his pockets and give him more of our wealth,” the first elder gritted, clenching his teeth. As soon as they saw Silas coming, their voices turned to hushes. Silas's guard tried to serve him his drink but he put up his hand and stopped him. He uncorked the bottle by himself and poured his drink. “Go on, you all should speak as much as you want. Express yourself. No one is stopping you,” he said to the elders before he took a short gulp. The elders grumbled amongst themselves. Whe
WRITER'S POV Scarlett regained herself, her eyes swinging open. Asher was smirking. Nervously, she hastily drew backwards only to miss her footing. He stretched swiftly and grabbed her wrist followed by the quick movement of circling his arms around her waist and pulling her close. She gasped and her eyes locked with his own. Her chest grew tight. She missed him. She missed him so much her heart ached. Moments like this made her wonder if she could have done things differently. Helping Asher while being beside him as Scarlett. When she felt her eyes getting misty, she quickly broke apart and shifted back. “Are you here to get your measurements done? I will get my tape and–” She spoke hurriedly and spun. But he grabbed her and pulled her back. “Can you do that?” He asked after another intense stare. “Do what?” She gulped hard, feeling her pulse race fast. He smiled and released her. Scarlett could not feel her legs as she located her tape and book. Her fingers were trembling and
WRITER'S POV It was only the previous day but it felt like Asher wouldn't function properly if he stopped for a minute and thought about something different from the designer girl. “She is Scarlett,” he kept muttering to himself. He knew her too much to allow a few alterations to deceive him. She changed her hair and her eyes, so what? It didn't change the fact that she was still Scarlett. Was she avoiding being caught? “No,” he shook his head, recalling her response even when Freya was not around. She'd vehemently denied being or knowing Scarlett. He rubbed his chin, left his desk and went to the window. Changing hair style and color was possible but was changing eye colour even possible? He should ask a doctor. “Where have you been?” Freya questioned trotting in and breaking his thoughts. “You need to have your measurements taken. We are short on time.”Asher was just about to slam Freya and remind her again that he was never interested in officially marrying her and that was fi
WRITER'S POV The moment Scarlett had walked in, Silas Darkthorn had felt a kind of energy. He waited until she left before he called Mae in. “Where did you say you knew the girl that just left?”“The designer girl?” Mae repeated his question. “How do you know her?”“She's the new one in town and she seems to know what she's doing. I thought we should use her for the wedding.”Silas shrugged. “I have told you not to be too excited about this wedding. We are not going there to enjoy some meal but to watch history be made.”Of course I know my husband. It's just that I'm excited. She may not be my real daughter but I will be the mother of the day and that is a feat many women would kill to be in.”“Don't you like her?” She asked, taking a seat beside him. Silas shrugged. The feeling he was getting was far beyond whether he liked her or not. “Put your mind to rest, my lord. All that we have worked hard for will come to fruition very soon. We deserve it. You have served and worked so
SCARLETT’S POV All my mind was centered on Ava. Was she evil like her father or was she still the girl that saved me that day? Or perhaps, was I wrong about the version of her I saw that day? It worried me that she might have recognized me. Her behavior was off as well as her questions and words. I still remember that day vividly. She was the one that saved me from those bullies. Why did she lie? I could have agreed that she was talking about some other girl. But then she clearly said the girl was a werewolf. I was worried she'd begin to seek for things she shouldn't. I saw the doubt in her eyes when I denied recognizing her. It had already been a year. She could have had many encounters since then with many other Werewolf girls. A werewolf girl could have saved her as she narrated. Besides, she didn't say the werewolf girl was a girl staying in the werewolf quarters. But again, why was the name Scarlett?“It's this way.” Mae called my attention back. I almost missed her lead. It w