Chapter 84: Desperate Claims
Chapter 84: Desperate Claims
(Alexander’s POV)
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I paced back and forth in my study, the phone pressed tightly against my ear. My frustration was simmering just beneath the surface. Scarlett’s voice on the line didn’t help–it was sharp, cold, and full of defiance.
“Is it true?” I demanded, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the phone harder. “About the owner of the beachfront mansion? A sixty–year–old werewolf?”
Scarlett’s laughter cut through me like a blade. It wasn’t warm or kind. It was biting, mocking, meant to slice
through every last shred of my patience.
“Yes, that’s true,” she replied casually. “Why? Are you curious about my business dealings now, Alexander?
Funny how you didn’t care three years ago.”
I clenched my jaw, trying to keep my voice steady. “You’re deliberately being vague. There has to be more to it
than that. You’re hiding something.”
“My affairs are none of your concern anymore,” she shot back without hesitation. Her words hit like a slap to the face. “You gave up that right the moment you chose Grace over me.”
“Scarlett, you don’t understand-”
“Goodbye, Alexander.”
The line went dead with a sharp click. I stared at the phone, my breath coming fast and hard. My fingers tightened around the device as though I could summon her back just by holding on tighter. But she w gone. She always walked away when it came to me.
I stood frozen for what felt like minutes, my mind swirling with unanswered questions. The phone vibrated in my grip again, pulling me back
Sarah’s name lit up the screen.
“Alexander!” Her voice spilled through the phone, frantic and filled with panic. “Grace is gone! She just–she disappeared from the healing room!”
“What?” The word left me in a rush. My blood turned cold. “How could that happen?”
“I don’t know!” Sarah’s voice wavered. I could feel her fear through the line. “I only left for a moment to grab her medicine, and when I came back, she was gone! She can’t even shift properly–where could she have
gone?”
I didn’t waste another second. “I’ll find her,” I said sharply. “Stay there. Check the grounds. I’m on my way.”
The night air was crisp, yet somehow d little to calm the fire raging under my skin. My boots pounded against the pack grounds as I followed what little scent trail Grace had left behind. It was faint, nearly smothered by other lingering scents, but it was there.
The trail led me to the moonstone garden, the area glowing with its faint ethereal light. My heart sank when I
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spotted her lying there, surrounded by the shimmering stones.
“Grace!” I dropped to my knees beside her without hesitation.
She was a mess. Her body trembled, her skin deathly pale and visibly streaked with the silver–tainted veins. Her form flickered in and out like an unstable image–part human, part wolf.
Her breath was ragged. Weak. Even her eyes struggled to fully open when she heard my voice.
“Alex… ander…” Her voice was cracked, barely audible.
“What were you thinking?” I said, my voice sharp as I slid my arms beneath her fragile frame. She was light- too light. It felt like I was holding a fragile bird, one wrong move away from breaking her completely.
She tried to smile, but it was pitiful. “I had to… try to find him.”
“Find who?” My tone turned colder. I had a guess, but I didn’t want to believe it.
“Thomas…” She coughed weakly, curling slightly in pain.
Her words confirmed my worst suspicion. My fear quickly transformed into anger. “Thomas Ward?” I couldn’t keep the accusation from my voice. “Are you insane? Do you have any idea what he could’ve done to you?”
Her hands gripped weakly at my shirt, her fingers trembling against the fabric. “I couldn’t stay…” She gasped, her words coming out in fragmented whispers. “The room… the scent of those herbs… It reminds me I’m dying, Alexander.”
Her tears fell, streaking her silver–tainted face. My anger dissipated the moment I saw her in so much pain.
Sarah’s hurried footsteps broke through the silence, and she arrived by my side holding a bundle of healing herbs. Her eyes widened in horror when she saw Grace’s condition.
“Bring her back to the room!” Sarah ordered frantically, already preparing to turn back to the healing get everything ready.”
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“No…” Grace’s weak voice stopped us. She clutched at my shirt tighter, breaking into shaking sobs. “Please…
not… back there.”
I looked at her, at how broken she was, and my heart twisted painfully. It was the first time her wolf flickered another faint whine under her skin. Even her wolf was slipping away faster than I’d imagined.
“I can’t… I can’t die in that room!” Her sobs wracked her thin frame as if they would tear her apart. “I don’t want to die trapped in there! Alexander, please–don’t let me stay there!”
I cradled her closer, feeling the weight of her plea press down on me like a vise. I hated seeing her like this- so fragile and defeated, so unlike the Grace I once knew.
“I’ll arrange for something better,” I promised softly, brushing some of the burnt silver strands from her face. Her hair, once her pride, fell away like ash under my touch.
Her form flickered again, the resemblance of a wolf barely holding together before fading back into her human state. Her sobs quieted only slicly as I whispered again.
“I’ll find somewhere safer,” I said, my voice Both soft and firm. “You’ll be somewhere peaceful within the week.
I won’t let this… this silver poison define your end.”
But deep in my heart, I knew–this promise, like so many others, was built on borrowed time.
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(Scarlett’s POV)
I tossed my phone on the desk, letting out a heavy sigh. Talking to Alexander was always draining, but this call had been particularly irritating. The desperation in his voice was almost pathetic now.
Turning around, I was startled to see Roman leaning casually against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. His piercing ice–blue eyes watched me closely, amusement dancing in their depths.
I groaned inwardly. He must have overheard my conversation.
“Let me guess,” Roman started, a teasing smirk pulling at his lips. “Talking about your newfound interest in
older werewolves, are we?”
I shot him an exasperated look, feeling my cheeks heat slightly under his gaze. “I had to tell him something,” I muttered defensively. “It seemed like the easiest way to throw him off the trail.”
“Interesting tactic,” he remarked, his smirk growing wider. “Though I can’t say I understand the appeal of a
sixty–year–old.”
“Very funny, Roman,” I shot back, folding my arms as I raised an eyebrow. “You can stop teasing me now. You
know that wasn’t the point.”
His amusement didn’t waver. “True. But I find it hard to believe you’d go so far just to protect me.”
I rolled my eyes and took a step closer to him, tilting my head with a small smirk of my own. “Only protecting you? Roman, haven’t you heard? I’m quite fond of older wolves. At least one in particular.”
His expression shifted immediately, the teasing vanishing as something darker flickered in his icy gaze. I felt Logan, his wolf, stirring just beneath the surface. His presence was a heavy weight in the room now, filling the space with a possessive edge.
“Careful,” he said in a low voice, his smirk now long gone. “You know better than to provoke me, Scarlett.”
I made the mistake of smiling wider, as though I welcomed his challenge. “Provoke you… or entice you?”
Before I could process his next move, his arms were around me, pulling me flush against him. His grip was firm but steady, his closeness sending shivers down my spine.
His lips brushed against my ear, his voice quiet but intense. “You’re playing with fire, little wolf.”
His words sent Cora, my wolf, into a frenzy beneath my skin. She howled her approval, eager for the chaos that Roman brought wherever he went.
But it wasn’t just Cora who responded to him. It was me. Roman wasn’t like Alexander or anyone else. He was my past, my protector, my forbidden tether.
When his lips claimed mine, I didn’t pull away. His kiss was possessive, demanding, and utterly intoxicating.
I melted into him, my hands gripping his shirt as though it was the only thing holding me to the ground.
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