All Chapters of His Forbidden Scarlett : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 31Christian's POVThe guard was still breathing when I left him, which was more mercy than he deserved.He lay broken and motionless, just like my Scarlett had been that night. Only in his case, he was in a pool of dark, congealed bloodstains.“Al…alpha…” he muttered in a low voice while I regarded him from a distance with disgust. He'd been the one on duty the night the gate schedule changed. He'd sworn he'd noticed nothing wrong, and by the time I finished with him in the basement, he'd told me three different versions of that same lie before finally admitting he'd been paid to look the other way. He couldn't say by whom. I believed him. Whoever had arranged this had been careful enough not to leave a name behind, only money and silence.I stepped out of the cell and fresh, clean air filled my nostrils, erasing the coppery scent of blood.I washed my bloody hands in the basin outside the cell and found Romano waiting for me in the corridor, his expression carefully blank t

Scarlett's POV Christian stood between my thighs, eyes dark with hunger as he looked down at me. His fingers traced the inside of my thigh, leaving a trail of my own wetness on my skin. My dress was bunched around my waist, giving him the perfect view of my mound, dripping, waiting and begging for his attention."Look at you," he said, voice low and rough. "Legs apart, dripping wet for me. My perfect little stepsister, all wet and ready for my cock."I hate you for what you did. I hate you so much.The words almost left my lips, before Chloe's voice visited me again. “I've always known my stepbrother was the naughty time,” I said instead and lifted my head to meet his eyes with a seductive smile. “I just didn't know,” my breath hitched. “I didn't know how naughty.” Then I bit my lower lip, still maintaining eye contact which was difficult at this point. Desire and lust were eating me up every second. I caught a smirk from him and then a huff.“Seems someone is horny tonight,” he sai

Scarlett's POVThe last thing I saw before he walked out was his bare back in the gray morning light. My eyes blinked in disbelief, still fixed on the door.No scars.I lay there a moment, certain I was misremembering, certain sleep had scrambled something in my head. But I'd seen that wound with my own eyes nights ago. It was deep, raw and angry red across his back. That kind of injury didn't simply vanish in a week. I'd touched it with my fingers and it even burned. I remembered everything too well to just shake it off as nothing.But now…there was nothing. Not even a faint line where it should have been.This was impossible. It didn't make sense. Everyone knew but no one would tell me.I had my bath and dressed slowly afterward, my mind still stuck on Christian’s back. Afterwards, I wandered the halls with no real destination, and had breakfast alone in the small dining room, grateful that Vittoria wasn't here this time. Why could she even come to the mansion at will? Did she know

Chapter 37Christian’s POV“What do you mean she knows more?” I texted back in a hurry.Nino and I had barely cleared Antonio’s office, with Severo already peeling off down a side corridor, when I pulled out my phone to call Thaddeus.I think she knows more than you think, Alpha.I stared at the message for a moment, my thumb hovering over his name. What did he mean by that? Scarlett was the cleverest woman I knew. She never thought I noticed, but I watched her from a distance. She was as brilliant as she was beautiful, so the possibility that she had started connecting the dots didn’t surprise me. She had seen my eyes change. She had heard people call me Alpha. She knew there was something unusual about my wealth, had felt the scar on my back burn, and had survived that attack in the forest. Any one of those things could be dismissed. All of them together were another matter entirely.But what did she know exactly?I had gotten as far as pulling up Thaddeus’s name when a voice stoppe

Chapter 39 Scarlett's POV “Don't come any closer.” The creature smiled. The words barely made it past my throat. He looked human. That was the first thing my mind tried to cling to. A man. Two arms. Two legs. A face that, from a distance, could have belonged to anyone. But the longer I stared, the more my brain rejected the lie. His eyes caught the faint light from the window and reflected it back with an unnatural gleam. His pupils were too narrow. His teeth looked a little too sharp when his lips parted, and something about the way he stood made my skin crawl. He looked hungry and he wasn't breathing normally. My stomach turned and I caught a candlestick that felt ridiculously small in my hand. I tightened my grip anyway, my knuckles aching as I forced myself not to retreat. Christian where are you? But Christian wasn't here. He said would be gone for a few days. I closed my eyes. Why now? When I opened my eyes, he was smiling. And there was nothing human in