Scarlett's pov “Scar! You are late!”One of the oldest head maids of our pack, Mrs Fernandes says and I rush towards the kitchen. Holding the counter to breathe.“Wh…where is it?”I ask, trying to catch my breath. To only have her motion towards the empty cup of coffee placed on the counter, along with coffee beans and milk.I look at her, to only sigh.“You didn’t make it? “She just shrugs her shoulders to continue chopping the vegetables.“For a change I did Scar. But he wants coffee especially made by your hands.”“He made me drink it instead”I wanted to roll my eyes at Leo's childish behaviour.Is this man serious?“Fine! I will make it. Anyways, it’s the last time I will be making it for him.”I say the last line lowly, to suddenly feel bad. Oh come on Scar! Don’t tell me you will get

              Leonardo’s pov“Please Miss Stella. It’s just salad. I will ask the chef to prepare a new one for you. Just-““No! I don’t want anything from you! How dare you use goat cheese when I am allergic to it! I could have died dammit!”I just sigh looking at the chaos around. There girls and their drama,I just hate it. Now you understand, why I don’t want to get mated to these pretty princesses? The majority are like this.“Calm down daughter, I am sure it was a mistake. The young man is apologizing already-“The Alpha, the girls father says. But she pays no heed to him. Bashing and humiliating Noah.While I just stand there, leaning on a wall. With my arms folded in front of me.I hear heavy footsteps approaching, and seeing that calm smiling face. All my worries vanish.She is here.“Miss Stella! Oh what happened

                Scarlett pov My heart was rampaging inside my chest, with each step he took closer to me. His crystal blue eyes looking darker ,as they were set on me.Intimidating me." A- Alpha?"I stutter. Gulping. As he stops in front of me. Not saying anything. Just staring. " Are you fine?"I manage to ask. Trying to ease the atmosphere. But he didn't wanted it. Stepping more closer to me, he invades my personal space.Making me hold my breath. Sh**! He looks so angry! I have never seen him like this! " No one talks to me the way you did Scarlet."" You of all people, must be knowing it"He says in a domineering voice and I gulp, lowering my eyes. He is using my name...he never used it before. I am dead. Oh moongoddess! Save me! Why did I have to talk to him like that!" Leo- um I...I just-"" Shut up"He seethes and I feel my ent

Leo's povTo be honest. I don't know how long I stayed in the forest. Just walking around. Remembering the way it felt when I kissed her, feeling her skin against mine. Her moans ringing in my ears. Damn it! What's happening to me? She is not even my mate! Then why do I feel like this for her?Why did it feel so right when this was wrong in every way. Why I even forced her to accept that she felt something for me. Why do I needed her to reciprocate?And why did it hurt so bad when she rejected.Now that my mind is clear. I realise. She was not wrong. Being the logical one. She again listened to her brain rather than her heart.She wanted me to save myself for my Mate. But that's where the problem lies. 27 years of age and I still haven't found her.What if I never found her?Scar could have been a perfect Luna. But again she was not a replacement. She shouldn't be the second. Being the previous person she is. She deserves to me a man's first.Her mate's Chosen.

Scarlett povLoud music was blasting through the speakers and neon lights were illuminating the dark place. It was a Saturday night today. And the club was packed.People were drinking, dancing, making out in corners. While I stand behind the bar counter. Preparing a special drink. And offering it to the customers sitting in front of me." Here you go ma'am"The girl was swaying, already drunk. Her dresses's shoulder was falling off. As she picked up the glass. Gulping it in one go. And thudding back it on the table." soo nice!!!"Complimenting the drink. She takes out a hundred dollar bill and slides towards me. Winking at me." Keep the change sweetheart."I stare at the note. The bill was just 50. She tipped me the remaining. Thanking her. I place the change in my pocket. Moving towards the next customer. Who was continuously tapping his fingers on the wooden table.His face was lowered. And a cap was covering his features. Wearing a tight fitting black shirt. His muscles were bu