Scarlett (Second Edition) by Karima Saad Usman novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112

Maxwell’s POV

Sleep was no friend to us at night. It was more like a shadow that mocked us, a bitter reminder of the peace we’d lost. Every minute stretched out, endless and heavy, as our minds circled around one agonising thought–where was Scarlett? What if she was cold? What if she was hurt? Every possibility tore into me, and all I could do was stay up in my room, drowning in a despair so deep t felt like it would swallow me whole. Tears flowed, and I didn’t hold them back. For once, I was powerless to fix this.

We’d tried everything. We even went to the seer, clinging to hope she’d have an answer, some vision to guide us/But not this time.

Not even she could help us, and honestly, I couldn’t blame her. How could I blame anyone but myself? We’d failed Scarlett. Our own

mate, our own heart.

We were so caught up in not upsetting the Alpha of the West, in keeping our own skins safe, that we forgot about the person who mattered most. I couldn’t stop the guilt that ate away at me, the shame that tightened around my chest like a noose. Scarlett left us because we made her feel unloved, unwanted–like her life meant nothing to us.

And maybe she’d never look back. Why would she, when she left thinking we wanted her dead? There’s no coming back from that. The words felt like a wound every time I thought them. There’s no coming back from that.

I stayed locked away in my room for two days, holding on to the faintest hope that maybe the bond, the cord that tied us together, would bring me some sign. Some pain to tell me she was in distress, or worse, that she was gone. But nothing came. I searched for that familiar connection, like reaching out in the dark, and it was still there, faint but unbroken. It was the only glimmer of hope I had left–proof she was alive, that she was somewhere out there, breathing, maybe even smiling. But still, she was far beyond my

reach.

Finally, I couldn’t take the isolation any longer. I stumbled out of my room, barely holding myself together, and found Lucian sprawled out on the living room floor, a bottle of alcohol clutched in his hand, eyes red and swollen. Lucian had always been the strong one. But now he was broken, and seeing him like that shattered something deep inside me.

“We messed up,” he choked out, tears streaming down his face. His voice was raw, his words slurred but painfully clear. I’d never seen him drink like this. Pain could do that could turn even the strongest into a shell of themselves.

“She believed…she believed we were monsters,” he continued, voice cracking with every word. “She thought we wanted her dead. I can feel the cord, but I don’t know where she is. Scarlett was the only one who knew how to reach out with it. Even if we somehow learned, do you think she’d want to come back? After everything we put her through? She wouldn’t dare. We couldn’t protect her, and now… Bianca’s lies sealed her fate with the Elders. Why did our parents make these laws? Why did they create such harm?*

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Hearing Bianca’s name was enough to snap me out of my sorrow and fill me with a raw, burning fury. The memory of her twisted my insides. Without a second thought, I stormed out of the room, my chest a knot of rage and grief, each step driven by the

need for revenge.

I pushed open the kitchen doors, and the chatter died the moment I walked in. Silence. Heads turned. And there she was, Bianca, scrubbing carrots, acting like she was innocent, as if she hadn’t torn our lives apart. Her young daughter stood next to her, oblivious to the chaos her mother had sown.

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Chapter 112

I didn’t care. I couldn’t see anything but Scarlett’s face in my mind, the hurt in her eyes, the betrayal she must’ve felt. I marched up to Bianca and grabbed her by the hair, ignoring her pleas, ignoring the child’s sobs. I dragged them out of the kitchen, my grip unyielding, my heart hardened to their cries. I knew, deep down, Bianca had lied about Scarlett. She despised her because Scarlett. hadn’t protected her daughter when Redcape was attacked. But Scarlett had her reasons–reasons the Elders refused to understand, reasons Lucian had tried to explain but was ignored.

If it weren’t for the seer’s words, the warning she’d given us, I would have hunted Tasha and Timothy down, those heartless Elders

who turned Scarlett’s fate to ruin. Nothing else mattered to me now. Losing the North? Losing our land? That was nothing

compared to the loss I felt without her–my mate, my love, my very soul torn in half.

“Alpha Lucian!” Bianca’s voice was thick with desperation, her eyes filling with tears as she tried to catch his attention. She always believed Lucian would show her mercy, that he’d be the one to protect her. But I felt nothing–no sympathy, no hesitation. She meant nothing to me. I dragged her and her daughter outside, where the biting cold cut through the air, and I handed them over

a guard.

“Rig them up,” I ordered coldly, “display them both.”

I watched, unblinking, as the guards tied them up. My blood boiled, and I felt Neo, my wolf, pushing against my skin, his fury matching mine. He wanted control, wanted to tear Bianca apart for what she’d done to our m

mate.

My muscles tensed, and a raw, primal growl escaped my throat as I struggled to keep hned. If I let Neo loose, he would not stop until there was blood. I held him back, biting down the rage, forcing it into a tight, dangerous coil within me. Just then, Clay

arrived.

He had been out searching for days, carrying Scarlett’s picture to every corner of the North, hoping someone might recognise her, hoping she was still somewhere nearby. His search might have been in vain, but he refused to give up.

We’d set up roadblocks, scouring the region, hoping to catch a glimpse of her, hoping she’d pass through. And in the back of our minds, we wondered about the person who had cut her loose that night, the one who had defied our orders. Whoever it was, they’d shown her mercy, but they’d also disregarded us as Alphas. Their kindness had cost/us dearly.

“Maxwell,” Clay’s voice was rough, weary. He looked like he hadn’t slept, his eyes as bloodshot and hollow as mine. We were all broken men, all shadows of ourselves since Scarlett left. She was the light in our lives, and these past two months without her had been a living hell.

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Michele Gremillion

sounds like Bianca is finally getting what she deserves.

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