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Chapter 73: End this charade.
Chapter 73: End this charade
(Scarlett’s POV)
“Scarlett!” Daniel’s voice blasted through my phone like a clumsy war horn, anger dripping from every
syllable. “You need to leave the Northern territories. Now!”
I didn’t even try to hide my amusement. Leaning back in my chair, I lazily twirled a strand of hair, the grin on my face firmly planted. “And why exactly would I do that?”
His breath hitched, his frustration almost tangible through the phone. “Your presence here is poison. You’re
endangering everything–Grace’s recovery, the unity of the pack–everything!”
“Really?” I replied, tone dripping with sarcasm. “And here I thought the Winter Pack was perfectly capable of ruining itself without me.”
“Stop toying with me!” he bellowed, his voice rising. “Every time you’re near Grace, her condition worsens! You
can’t deny the pattern!”
The grin vanished from my face in an instant. That line–throwing Grace’s health at me as a weapon–ignited something cold and sharp in my gut. I tightened my grip on the phone, my voice dropping to an icy edge.
“Speaking of patterns,” I said slowly, “should we revisit what happened years ago? Like Grace’s role in arranging my attempted murder? Or is that a topic you’d rather not touch?”
His silence spoke louder than any denial. For a moment, there was only the faint static of the call, the heavy
weight of unspoken truths hanging between us.
“What… what are you talking about?” His voice, no longer booming, cracked like a brittle twig.
“Don’t insult my intelligence,” I snarled. “You know exactly what I mean. Or has Sarah spoon–fed you enough
lies to rewrite history?”
“I don’t know what you’re trying to accuse Grace of,” he stammered. “You have no proof-”
“I don’t need proof,” I interrupted. My tone was venomous, the fury in my chest simmering to the surface. “Tell
me, Daniel. Is this pathetic charade of Grace’s ego worth it? Do you honestly think she’s innocent after everything? Or have you simply decided to go blind in her defense?”
His reply was nothing but a flustered, barely audible murmur.
Allowing myself a moment of sharp satisfaction, I delivered my final blow. “You’re lucky the Shadow
Organization’s leader has a far kinder soul than mine, Daniel. Otherwise, your pack’s days would already be
over.”
There it was–the sharp inhale of breath, the little choked sound of fear behind his words. “Who is he? Who’s
protecting you?”
I couldn’t help but let a laugh escape. Short, sharp, and amused. “Wouldn’t you just love to know?”
He hung up abruptly, clearly out of options. Coward.
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It wasn’t long before Emma’s familiar name popped up on my phone screen. Unlike Daniel, her voice lacked the desperate fury. Instead, it carried a note of triumph.
“Scarlett,” she began, hurried yet excited. “Guess what I just overheard in the healing chamber.”
I smiled faintly, though the tension in my shoulders lingered. “Let me guess. More whining from Sarah?”
“Exactly!” Emma exclaimed with delight. “But get this–Daniel openly admitted to her that they can’t force you
out of the Northern territories.”
I leaned forward slightly, intrigued. “Oh, really?”
“He said the Shadow Organization’s protection makes you untouchable,” Emma reported proudly. “Plus, your move to private territory has made it even harder for them. He’s starting to suspect who’s really behind you.”
I chuckled lightly, shaking my head. “Let him wonder. He can dig all he likes; he’ll never be prepared for what
he finds.”
“Sarah’s not giving up, though,” Emma added, her tone darkening. “She’s doubled down on investigating your background. She thinks she can find something–anything–to use against you.”
“Desperation suits her,” I replied, shrugging. “It shows her weakness.”
Emma’s voice grew quieter, more serious. “Their conversation was interrupted, though. Grace started screaming from her room again. It sounded bad, Scarlett.”
I blinked, surprised by something I couldn’t quite place. Pity? No. Grace didn’t deserve that. Maybe curiosity.
“Keep listening, Emma. Let me know everything,” I told her firmly.
“You know I will,” she promised before ending the call.
The balcony outside my bedroom was the perfect place to let the breeze cool my head. The waves lapped against the shore below, the golden hues of the sunset casting dramatic shadows across the landscape. Normally, this view calmed me. Tonight, I was still restless.
I didn’t even flinch when I heard footsteps approaching. I knew it was Roman before I turned around. His presence, even without seeing him, was unmistakable.
He didn’t speak at first, just stepped up behind me and slid his arms around my waist. His embrace was easy yet firm, grounding and protective all at once.
“Little wolf,” he murmured, his voice low and warm, brushing against my ear. “You’re tense.”
“You’re imagining things,” I replied, leaning back into him despite myself.
“No,” he said softly. “I can feel it.”
I sighed heavily, letting the momentary comfort of his embrace wash over me. But it didn’t last. He turned me around gently, his vivid blue eyes honing in on mine with precision, like he was trying to see past my
defenses.
“I heard something interesting today,” he said, his tone measured.
I raised an eyebrow, trying to match his calm demeanor. “Oh?”
“At the Territory Council, during your confrontation,” he continued, a hint of amusement curling at the edges
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of his words. “You mentioned someone you love.”
I froze, my breath catching ever so slightly, though my face remained steady.
“Who is it, Scarlett?” He tilted his head, studying my reaction like only he could. “I’d like to know.”
“It was nothing,” I said quickly, looking away.
“Nothing?” Roman’s hand reached up, gently tilting my chin back toward him. His tone softened, coaxing rather than demanding. “Stress, then?”
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“Yes,” I answered firmly, trying to add finality to the conversation. But his touch lingered, and I knew he wasn’t
done.
“If someone’s troubling you…” He trailed off, his voice darkening ever so slightly. “You’d tell me, wouldn’t you?” “There’s no one,” I assured him, attempting to sound dismissive. “Our relationship is complicated enough without adding imaginary partners into the mix.”
His gaze softened further as he nodded, though something flickered behind his eyes–something I wasn’t ready to name. “Fair enough,” he said finally. “Rest, little wolf.”
I nodded, grateful for the reprieve. As I returned to my bedroom, a part of me couldn’t shake the feeling that this conversation was far from over.
Later, I watched through the window as Roman and Hunter stood on the terrace below, deep in conversation. Roman leaned on the railing, his posture commanding, while Hunter stood at attention.
Though their voices were muffled by the distance, Roman’s body language made it clear he was in complete control. He gestured with sharp precision, his expression severe.
“Accelerate the plans,” I caught him saying, his voice carried faintly by the sea breeze.
“You’re sure?” Hunter’s reply was just as quiet, but his hesitation was clear.
Roman nodded, his gaze fixed on something unseen in the horizon. “The Northern territories have played their games long enough. It’s time to end this charade.”
Hunter’s response was lost to the wind, but he looked troubled. Roman, however, showed no such hesitation. He turned, locking eyes with Hunter and speaking with grim determination.
“And those who forced her to leave the Thorn Pack?”
Hunter paused, then nodded solemnly.
Though I couldn’t hear the rest, Roman’s small, dangerous smile told me everything I needed to know. The wheels were already turning. Whatever came next would be unstoppable.
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