(Scarlett’s POV)
The air in my office pulsed with tension so thick it felt suffocating. Roman stood like a looming shadow of power and fury. His ice–blue eyes were locked onto Alexander, cutting into him like daggers. The room seemed to shrink under his force, the once spacious area now feeling claustrophobic with the collision of
two powerful auras.
Alexander stood his ground, but his confidence faltered. I saw his hands flex at his sides, his pride battling with the unease radiating off him. Roman took one deliberate step closer, his movements calculated, his
presence dominating.
“You think you know her?” Roman’s voice was calm but filled with icy menace. The soft threat in his tone
made the hairs on my arms rise. “You think you have any right, any claim at all, to her?”
Alexander stiffened, his body as taut as a bowstring. He tried to push back against the overwhelming energy
Roman wielded. “I don’t just think it–I know her. Our engagement-”
Roman didn’t even let him finish. “Your failed engagement.” The words were like a slap, hard and precise. “The
engagement you threw away for Grace.”
At the mention of her name, Alexander’s face betrayed him. His confidence cracked for just a second, long
enough for me to catch the guilt in his eyes. He quickly masked it, but the damage was already done.
“My intentions have always been clear,” Alexander said, forcing the strength back into his voice. His pride
kept him standing tall, but I could see the tension in his jaw. “What about you, Roman? Hiding in the
shadows, pulling strings. Are you here now because you know she needs clarity? Or are you just afraid?”
Roman’s laugh was low and sharp. It felt less like humor and more like a warning. “Afraid?” His voice dropped
its weight doubling. He leaned closer, towering over Alexander. “The only one who should be afraid here is
you,”
Alexander met his eyes, his features twisting into a defensive sneer. “At least I don’t pretend,” he growled, his
tone lashing out. “How many men are vying for Scarlett’s attention? Just how many have you kept her ‘safe‘
from while lurking behind her like a shadow?”
I clenched my fists. Anger swept through me, but I didn’t speak. My nails dug into my palms as I forced myself to stand silently. I wanted to see how Roman would respond to the jab. My heart raced as I waited, the tension so fierce it felt suffocating.
Roman took another step forward, his shoulders pushing back as power radiated off him. “And yet here you
are,” he said, his voice calm but growing darker by the second. “You throw tantrums about Scarlett, but we both know where your true attention lies. Do I need to remind you, Alexander? Grace. Your soulmate. The one you’re so desperate to save. The one y abandoned your ‘precious‘ engagement to chase.”
Alexander flinched, the direct attack burning through what little composure he had left. His lips parted to argue, but no words came out.
Roman’s ice–blue eyes narrowed. “The truth is hard, isn’t it? You’re a hypocrite. You want Scarlett because her
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independence wounds your pride. Because you hate that you can’t control her. All while you fawn over Grace and try to snatch a seaside mansion just to stop her inevitable death.”
Alexander’s face turned crimson, rage and shame tangling together. He clenched his fists tighter, his entire body shaking. Roman’s words were like a relentless hammer, breaking him apart piece by piece.
My breath caught as I looked between the two of them. Roman’s wolf–like dominance filled the room, and Alexander couldn’t match it. I could almost feel his resistance crumbling the longer Roman pressed.
“Enough of this.” I stepped forward, placing my hand lightly on Roman’s arm. “Brother, let’s stop here. We have
more important things to do.”
Roman’s gaze shifted to me. The sharpness in his expression softened slightly, the tension in his posture
easing as I pulled at his sleeve. He gave me a small nod and turned away, walking toward the sofa like
nothing had happened.
As Roman took his seat, I turned to Alexander. Coldness etched every word I said. “Get out.” My voice was low
and dangerous. “Now.”
Alexander stared at Roman, then back at me. His eyes flickered with emotions I couldn’t fully place–anger, desperation, jealousy. His gaze dropped to our clasped hands. The sight seemed to cut deep into him.
Without another word, he spun around and stormed out of the office. But I wasn’t convinced he’d leave so
easily. I followed.
At the entrance of the building, I caught sight of Alexander. His steps were slow, hesitant. He hadn’t left completely. I folded my arms tightly as I approached.
“Alexander,” I called sternly.
He turned, his amber eyes blazing. I saw the desperation there, the final shred he was clinging to. His shoulders slumped slightly, his confidence seeming to falter for the first time. Then, something shifted. He straightened, and his expression hardened with a determined edge.
“If you cut ties with him,” Alexander blurted out, his voice growing louder, rawer. “With Roman. With all of them–every man who surrounds you–I’ll mark you.”
I stood frozen for a second, his desperate proposal hanging in the air like a storm cloud.
He stepped closer, his burning intensity making me want to step back, but I held my ground. “I’ll mark you, and I’ll make you the Luna of the Northern territories. Together, we can stop the chaos between the packs.”
Anger flashed through me like lightning. I scoffed, shaking my head. My chin lifted defiantly.
“Mark me? You?” I laughed harshly, my voice dripping in mockery. “You couldn’t possibly believe I’d accept a mark from you. Do you want me to spell it out? Your strength is pitiful compared to Roman’s–and anyone, really. Your mark couldn’t offer me anything but embarrassment.”
He flinched, his lips pressed tightly. Throwing c***k in his pride expanded. But his desperation hadn’t faded. Instead, it burned brighter.
“This isn’t about strength!” he shouted, his voice shaking. “This is about saving the packs! About loyalty! Who else will stand with you long term? Who else can make you everything you’re supposed to be?”
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“You?” I said coldly. “And what exactly would I become at your side?”
He hesitated, searching my face. He knew he couldn’t answer. He had nothing to offer.
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“You’re out of your mind,” I said, my tone ice–cold. “Go focus on Grace. I hear her silver poisoning gets worse every day.” My words hit hard, slicing through his remaining defenses.
His expression twisted into a mix of anger and anguish. His mouth opened as if to argue, but nothing came out. He turned on his heel and left without looking back.
When I returned to my office, it was calm and still. Claire had dropped off herbal tea while I was gone, and Roman sat on the sofa, his broad shoulders taking up space like he owned the room. His face twisted slightly as the smell of the tea filled the air. I couldn’t help but smirk.
“I see you’re still the same,” I teased, stepping closer. “Still can’t stand the smell of herbs?”
His ice–blue eyes lifted to meet mine, but they didn’t carry the amusement I expected. Instead, they stayed locked on me, sharp and unwavering. Every subtle movement I made seemed to be under his scrutiny.
“Brother,” I said softly, approaching cautiously.
Before I could say anything else, his arms pulled me into an embrace. I froze, my body stiffening against him. The door creaked open slightly, and I caught the glimpse of Claire peeking in. Her presence didn’t escape Roman’s notice, but it didn’t seem to matter. She scurried back out, the door closing quickly behind her.
I heard hushed whispers outside, their voices barely audible but just loud enough for me to pick up. “Oh. Now I get it–why she turned down Alexander.” The realization in their tone stung at my pride, but I let it go. Inside, my heart raced as I slowly leaned back, putting just enough space between us to look at him. “What are you doing?” I demanded, confused by his sudden burst of affection. My voice was quiet but firm. Roman didn’t immediately answer. His ice–blue eyes burned with something I didn’t recognize. Something deeper, more possessive.
“He wants to mark you?” Roman finally asked. His voice was tight, restrained.
I scoffed, my annoyance flaring. “Of course I refused him,” I said sharply. “As if I’d ever accept a mark from him.” My throat tightened as I added bitterly, “An Alpha with weak power? He has nothing to offer me, Roman. Nothing worth considering.”
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