Scarlett (Second Edition) by Karima Saad Usman novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130

The words dissolved in my mouths broke down, unable to finish the prayer. My chest heaved with sobs, and I felt raw, stripped down to the core of my

soul. How had my life come to this? To this endless spiral of pain and helplessness?

After a while, when I could cry no more, I stood up with a hollow determination. I needed answers, and I needed them now. Nothing else mattered anymore

-not the world outside, not my responsibilities, not even my own pride. Scarlett was the only thing I cared about, the only thing that made my existence

bearable. And so, I made my way to the seer’s quarters, hoping she might give me something, anything, to hold on to.

It was late, well past midnight, but my desperation outweighed any consideration for the hour. I approached Elsa’s room, feeling the weight of my hope and dread. Just as I reached her door, a sudden sensation rippled through me—an unmistakable tingle on the side of my neck where Scarlett’s mark was etched into my skin. The mark burned softly, a faint, yearning tug, like the whisper of a long–lost love. A surge of desire washed over me, powerful and sweet, but just as I tried to grasp it, the connection faded, as though something had cut it off.

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Without thinking, I started pounding on Elsa’s door, frantic, each knock more desperate than the fast. I couldn’t stop, not antil she opened up. Finally, the door creaked open, and she stood there, looking bewildered, wrapped in a bathrobe, her hair still damp from a bath.

“Alpha Lucian, is something wrong?” she asked, her voice thick with sleep but laced with concern.

“I felt her,” I said breathlessly, barely able to contain myself. “I felt her–Scarlett. Just now, our bond tugged. The cord between us pulled, and I felt this… this rush of desire. But then, something blocked it before I could hold on, before I could respond.”

Elsa’s expression shifted from confusion to concentration, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “Give me a moment, Alpha. I’ll join you in your living room shortly,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “Are your friends with you?”

I nodded, lying to myself more

to her. Maxwell and Clay weren’t with me, but I knew they’d come the moment they heard. Elsa closed her door, and I

turned, practically spri. back to our apartment. As I reached it, a voice echoed in my mind, urgent and filled with the same desperation I felt.

“Lucian, did

felt it too.

you feel it?” Maxwell’s voice broke through the silence of my mind–link, relief flooding me. At least I wasn’t alone in this, at least someone else

“Yes,” I responded quickly. “Come to the apartment. Elsa is going to help us.”

way. I took a shaky breath and reached out again, hoping to find Clay this time. “Clay, are you near the He didn’t respond, but I knew he was on his settlement?” But the link was quiet, empty. He must still be out there, scouring the lands, searching every corner for some sign of Scarlett. He usually returned by now, and the thought of him still out there, desperate and alone in the dark, filled me with a strange, painful hope. Maybe he’d found something this time.

As I waited, I paced the room, each second stretching into an eternity,

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As I waited in the silent, dimly lit living room, a flood of niemories washed over me, each one sharper and more painful than the last. It felt like sitting on the edge of a knife, each thought cutting deeper than the one before. I bowed my head and prayed, murmuring softly to the goddess, clinging to the faintest hope that maybe, just maybe, she was listening.

I promised anything and everything if it meant Scarlett could return. I swore I’d make things right, that I’d make up for every cruel thing I had ever done her. I felt an ache deep in my chest, a hollow weight of regret that seemed to have no bottom. The things I did… the way I treated her from the moment she came into our lives… it was beyond forgiveness.

I glanced at the couch in the corner, remembering how Scarlett would sit there quietly, sometimes curling up to sleep when we wouldn’t even let her have a proper bed. And the floor–she’d sometimes sleep on the floor, alone and cold, even though we knew she was there. How had I become so heartless?

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Harper to the window, picturing the countless times I’d caught her staring out, gazing into the night as if it were her only friend.

I could see it now, the look in her eyes, the quiet strength she held onto despite everything. She’d look up at me sometimes, those sad, patient eyes

reflecting every ounce of the pain inflicted. I never saw it then, or maybe I just refused to see. But now it was all so clear. I was wicked. We all were.

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Michele Gremillion

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the 3 alphas r really suffering. I almost feel sry for them. they were cruel to her. if they truly believed in her innocence they could have kept in contact with her thru m… More

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