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The sound of flesh meeting flesh. Bone cracking. A low, savage growl that vibrated through the soil beneath her feet.Scarlet didn’t hesitate.She slipped away from the light, from the warmth, from safety, pushing through the tall bushes at the edge of the clearing. Branches clawed at her arms, thorns snagging her dress, but she barely felt it. Her wolf wasn’t screaming danger.Her wolf was alert and interested. Curious in a way that made Scarlet’s pulse spike.Her wolf murmured. "Whatever’s out here… it’s not prey."The clearing opened abruptly...and Scarlet froze. Blood soaked the ground like spilled ink.A massive tiger lay crumpled to the earth, its throat ripped open, eyes dull and lifeless. A bear...huge, brutal, terrifying...was sprawled nearby, chest torn apart, ribs exposed, breath long gone. Steam rose from their bodies, the metallic stench of death thick enough to taste.And standing over them.. A werewolf.No.A monster.He was enormous. Taller than any Alpha she’d seen. M
“You talk a lot for someone who survives by clinging to other people’s shadows.”Her voice didn’t rise. It didn’t shake. It landed flat and sharp, like a blade pressed against skin...not cutting yet, just promising it could.Liora stiffened.Just for half a second.But Scarlet saw it. The hitch in her breath. The way her fingers curled too tight around the plastic cup she was holding. The way her smirk twitched before snapping back into place like a cracked mask glued together.Liora laughed, light and fake. “Threatened already?” she purred, stepping closer, invading space like she owned it. “Because I have Alpha Ronan wrapped around my fingers?”Scarlet didn’t flinch.Didn’t blink.Didn’t even bother to look impressed.She rolled her eyes slowly, deliberately, the kind of dismissal that burned worse than any insult. “If that’s what you call desperation these days, congratulations.”Liora’s smile thinned. “Wow, Scarlet.”Scarlet turned away, lifting the two glasses she’d collected, a
Scarlet exhaled shakily once the room was quiet again.The book was gone.Ash.Nothing left but a scorched memory and the faint smell of smoke clinging to the curtains.Her hands trembled as she smoothed the sheets, stripped the candles away, folded the silk ribbons she’d laid out like bait. Every trace of seduction was erased with surgical precision. If anyone walked in now, they’d see nothing but an ordinary dorm room...and a girl pretending her heart hadn’t just tried to claw its way out of her chest.She sat on the edge of the bed, spine straight, face calm.Footsteps approached.Her pulse jumped.The door opened, and Mira stepped in, arms full of envelopes.“Scar,” Mira said breathlessly, dumping the letters onto the table. “We have mail. Like...a lot of it.”Scarlet nodded too fast. “Yeah. Right. Mail.”Her eyes locked onto the pile instantly, scanning for one thing...thick paper, gold trim, the faint scent of ink and power.Mira moved to the mirror, brushing her hair. “Do you t
The paper curled the moment it kissed the flame.Scarlet didn’t hesitate.She pressed the notebook harder into the candlelight, watching as the edges blackened, the ink blistering and fading into nothing. The words she’d bled onto those pages...plans, filth, fear, secrets...warped and vanished in a hiss.Ronan was still struggling with his shirt, fabric caught over his head like a damn blindfold.She tossed the burning book into the fireplace.And screamed.Not a dainty sound. Not a scared little whimper.It tore out of her throat...raw, sharp, unhinged.Ronan froze.“What the fuck...”The shirt finally came off as he lunged toward her. The flames leapt, greedy, licking at the pages. Smoke filled the room, bitter and acrid.Scarlet staggered back, breath coming apart.Ronan grabbed her, yanking her into his chest so hard it knocked the air out of her. One arm wrapped around her shoulders, crushing, shielding, while his boot came down hard on the burning book.Once.Twice.The fire die
Scarlet’s pulse hammered against her ribs like it wanted out.“Does the presence outside pose a threat to you, Mrs. Lycan?”The attorney’s voice was calm. Too calm. The kind of calm that scraped at nerves instead of soothing them.Mrs. Lycan.Scarlet pointed weakly at her own chest, lips parting. “Me?”The word echoed in her skull, sticky and unreal. Mrs. Lycan. Not by bond but by proximity. By a deal signed in shaky ink and half-read desperation.Her wolf stirred, low and alert, not mocking this time...watchful. You signed it. Titles follow contracts. Whether you like them or not.She swallowed.Images flashed...Ronan’s eyes burning across the classroom, the notebook in his hand, the pages she should’ve burned instead of filling with thoughts too dangerous to exist on paper. Plans. Anger. Power. Vengeance whispered in ink. If Ronan had read everything...No. Don’t spiral.If she confessed now, the Lycan would carve into her again with disappointment, with that sharp disappointment th
“It’s nothing,” she lied, too fast.Grey studied her face...the way her eyes wouldn’t settle, the way her jaw trembled despite the calm mask she was forcing on. He stepped closer, lowering his voice.“And what’s this secret of yours?”The words sliced clean.Scarlet froze.Not metaphorically. Not dramatically. Her body actually locked, muscles seizing as cold panic poured straight down her spine. Her mouth opened, then closed. Her throat went dry, like someone had packed it with ash.Secret.Grey noticed. Of course he did. His eyes sharpened, the softness slipping into calculation.“Scarlet?” he pressed gently. “You’re scaring me.”She swallowed hard, the sound loud in the tiled silence. Too much. I said too much. Her pulse roared in her ears. She shook her head once, forcing a brittle smile that didn’t reach her eyes.“I...I just meant… everyone has secrets.”Before Grey could respond, the restroom door creaked open.A sharply dressed female stepped in, heels clicking like gunshots a







