All Chapters of His Forbidden Scarlett : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Scarlett’s POV"Alpha?" I said it again, slower this time, like saying it carefully might make someone answer me. "What does that mean? Why are you calling him that?"Clementina's mouth opened, her eyes dropping and I thought she might actually tell me.“He—he–" She stammered, her voice low and scared. She was increasing my own fear by the second and filling my head with every possible negative thought I could come up with."Get her away from me." Christian ordered, his forehead glistening with sweat, his chest still heaving and his eyes glowing a deep crimson, burning like live embers. I took a few steps away from him, wide-eyed, frightened and confused. This was bizarre and whatever pain he was going through was worsening by the second.His voice wasn't loud. It came out strained, half-swallowed by whatever was happening to him and yet it held enough power to command. Guards who hadn't so much as glanced my way all morning hurried towards us like it was a regular ritual. Clementina'

Chapter 14Scarlett's POV:I woke up hating myself. I was in the bedroom, on the bed, sore and alone. The other end of the bed was cold again and neatly tucked in. Christian had used me and left.Again. The guilt sat heavier than the memories did, heavier even than the ache still lingering in my muscles and between my thighs. I lay still for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, running through every excuse I could offer myself and believing none of them.I let him. That was the part I couldn't understand. That some broken part of me craved his touch, in spite of everything.Was my hatred just a lie I kept telling myself? Had I really spent four years trying to bury a love that had never died? I should hate him. After everything he had taken from me... after the years of pain, the loneliness, the tears, the burden of raising my son alone... I should hate him. My hatred was supposed to avenge my father. It was supposed to protect me. So why did my heart still betray me every time Ch

Chapter 16Scarlett's POV Then he blinked and I paused in my tracks.The fury vanished as quickly as it came.Recognition settled over his features, followed almost immediately by the cold, unreadable expression he always wore. His fingers loosened around my wrist, though he didn't let go right away. It was as if he was forcing himself to calm down before he trusted himself to release me.I swallowed hard, my pulse still racing."Your... your injury burns," I said, my voice quieter than I'd intended, a little shaky too. I didn't want to act why he had reacted that way, didn't want to know. I swallowed audibly, my breathing gradually normalizing."What are you doing?" His voice was cold and controlled, quiet enough to be dangerous.I pulled my hand away immediately."I..."I didn't know.Curiosity? Pity?Neither answer made sense and the latter shouldn't even be an option. I despised him."Nothing."His gaze lingered on me for a long moment before he turn toward the forest again."Yo

Chapter 18 Scarlett's POV My whole body hurt. I groaned when I shifted and realized I was lying in bed. I was restless rather than angry, which surprised me more than it should have. I lay there for a couple moments, staring at the ceiling, trying to recall last night. Clementina had brought me here last night with an apologetic face when she found me on the balcony railings after Christian… again. I felt uneasy, my mind drifting back to last night. I remembered the angry red marks across his back, the heat of them still lingering on my fingertips. They hadn't looked like ordinary wounds. They'd looked... wrong. What if it got worse or caught an infection? It wasn't my problem. He deserved worse than a scar. He deserved to suffer. Whatever happened to him wasn't my concern. All I should be bothered with was my escape plan. I rolled onto my side and squeezed my eyes shut. Don't. It was just a cut. He'd probably forgotten about it already. So why couldn't I stop thinking

Chapter 20Scarlett's POVOf course I wanted to go again but after everything I had seen, the voice of reason in me was louder than my bodily desires. I needed to know so many things and I knew that after another round, I would be too exhausted to say anything.So suppressing my need, I tore my eyes away from his erect length, buried inside me and into his eyes, still filled with need and want.“No. Tell me the truth." I said, my voice still unsteady. "After everything, don't I deserve that much?”I felt the shift happen immediately the last word left my lips, somewhere between one breath and the next. His hand still rested against my hip, his forehead still pressed to mine, but within seconds all the warmth behind his touch was gone. He pulled back from me slowly, his eyes angry and leaving mine like I had burned him, his hard shaft slipping out of me slowly. I stared at him, legs wide apart, my eyes fixed on him while he crossed the room to retrieve his shirt off the floor.The ten