Scarlett (Second Edition) by Karima Saad Usman novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122

Scarlett’s POV

What Alpha Keith did for me was nothing short of incredible. He gave me something I hadn’t felt in a long time–a chance to heal, to breathe without feeling like I was drowning.

We spent hours together, getting to know each other, taking time that felt unhurried and sincere. There was a patience to him, a respect I hadn’t realised I’d been missing. He never overstepped never made me feel uncomfortable or pressured. Instead, he made his intentions clear but left it entirely up to me, saying I could take all the time I needed. There was no rush, no expectation, only a quiet understanding.

One of the most surprising things he did was let all the women in his harem go. Some of them weren’t happy about it, and a few of them even confronted me, challenging me with icy stares and bitter words. But when I stood my ground and dealt with a few, the others stopped. They left me alone after that. It felt empowering, a small victory that helped me reclaim pieces of myself.

Keith took me on picnics, we went horseback riding, and sometimes we’d just go on joyrides, speeding through open fields and forests. With him, I could let go, even laugh–a sound that had felt foreign to me not so long ago. There was a strange pull between us, something almost magnetic, and though I didn’t entirely understand it, I was grateful. For the first time in ages, I felt free. Safe. And strangely… happy.

Since, he’d blocked my connection with my mates, life had felt easier. The ache was still there, a hollow space where they used to be, but it was muted, something I could bear. And yes, there were moments when I missed them fiercely, times when I’d lie awake at night, the memories washing over me,

leaving me feeling raw and aching. Sometimes, I’d cry, remembering the bond we once had and all we’d shared. But each time, I reminded myself that this

was for the best.

They had left me to die. When it mattered, they chose the pack over me. If I had meant anything to them, they would have defied the elders, turned against

the pack, done whatever was needed to protect me. But they didn’t. In their world, I’d been last on their list, while they had always been first on mine. That betrayal ran deep, and no amount of longing could undo it.

I found myself thanking fate for leading me here to the West, for placing me with Keith. He wasn’t perfect, but he was there, solid and unwavering. I promised myself that I would give him a chance, even if I kept my heart guarded. It was too bruised and battered to be handed over again so easily.

“There’s a ball tonight,” Keith said one morning over

breakfast, his eyes catching mine with a playful gleam. “We’ll attend together as a couple.” I couldn’t help but smile back at him, a spark of excitement lighting up inside me. It felt like the beginning of something new.

Keith was always a bit of

a

mystery, a man of strict rules and intense purpose. He wasn’t known to be gentle or kind, yet with me, he softened, breaking rules he’d sworn by. Sometimes, I’d catch a glimpse of the hardened Alpha in him–a smile would flicker for me, but when he turned to someone else, his face would close, his eyes becoming cold and unreadable. It was like he lived in two worlds, one that was for everyone else and one that he reserved only for

1. me.

And as strange as it felt, I was beginning to trust that in this world we shared, I could be safe, maybe even happy again.

I couldn’t ignore how vulnerable Keith was with me, how he allowed himself to lower his guard in my presence. After everything that happened in the North -the battles, the betrayals, the painful scars that still ached deep inside me—I had made a vow. I swore I would never be the reason for his suffering. I respected him too much, more than he probably even knew.

“I would love to accompany you… as a couple,” I said softly, feeling a rush of gratitude swell within me for everything he had done.

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