Scarlett (Second Edition) by Karima Saad Usman novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133

Lucian’s POV

“I’m sorry. Maxwell,” I murmured, desperation clawing at my voice. “I swear, I’ll do whatever it takes to make things right.”

He looked at me, his face streaked with tears, his eyes hollowed by sorrow and anger. “You can’t bring her back, Lucian,” he whispered, his voice shaking. “You can’t… you can’t fix it. Don’t you see that?” He buried his head in his hands, the weight of grief pressing down on him until his shoulders slumped

forward, defeated.

“We took everything from her,” he continued, his words choked with guilt. “She had nothing, Lucian–no money, no security, no one. We stole it all. Nikolay

was right to keep her from us… he saw what we were, what we’d do to her.” His voice cracked, and he wept openly, the kind of raw, unfiltered grief that

comes when there’s nothing left to lose.

“Please, Maxwell,” 1 urged, reaching for something–anything–that might bridge this chasm between us. “I know you felt it, too. She’s out there somewhere,

and we can find her. I’ve been praying, and I believe… I believe fate will help us.”

At this, he let out a bitter, humorless chuckle, his eyes narrowing as he looked at me with a mix of fury and disbelief.

“Praying?” he scoffed, his voice thick with resentment. “When has prayer ever solved anything, Lucian? You think a few desperate words can erase all the

pain we’ve caused?”

He turned away from me, shoulders tight with anger. “Just… leave me the fuck alone,” he muttered, and I could feel the finality in his words. I wanted to argue, to keep trying, but I knew better than to push him further. I clamped my mouth shut, swallowing back the urge to plead.

My heart pounded as I waited, hoping that Elsa could offer us some glimmer of hope. If she couldn’t… then there truly would be no light left in this dark

tunnel.

Finally, Elsa walked into the room. Her hair was damp, clothes hastily thrown on and around her neck hung a crystal that I’d seen her wearing often lately, a strange talisman of some sort. She looked at us with a sadness that seemed to mirror our own, though she could never fully understand the depth of our

pain.

“Please, have a seat, Elsa,” I said, gesturing to the chair. Her gaze lingered on Maxwell for a moment, concern etched in her face as she took in his broken expression. Then, she turned to me, noticing I was at least somewhat composed.

“So, what happened?” she asked, and 1 took a breath, steadying myself.

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“We felt… a tug,” I said, my voice low but firm. “Our bond with Scarlett. It came with a rush of desire. I tried to reach for it, to hold on to it, but something

blocked me.”

Elsa’s brow furrowed, and she reached up to touch the crystal around her neck. “Bring me something of hers,” she said, her voice gentle but resolute.

Without hesitation, Maxwell jumped to his feet, disappearing into Clay’s room and returning with one of Scarlett’s sweaters, the fabric worn and soft from use. He handed it to Elsa, his face a mixture of hope and desperation.

Elsa took the sweater, holding it with a reverence that told me she understood, on some level, what Scarlett meant to us. She murmured softly under her breath, her fingers pressing against the crystal around her neck as if it held some hidden power. Her eyes slowly turned an unsettling, dull white, the vibrant colour of her irises disappearing, replaced by an eerie, empty glow.

“Magic… pleasure… pain… deception… rage… lust… longing… tears… desire… confidence… courage… Midnight… Alpha!” she gasped, her eves suddenly snapping back to normal as she dropped the sweater, her breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps.

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“What shid you see?” 1 demanded, leaning forward, my heart racing with both fear and anticipation.

“Speak, damn it!” Maxwell’s voice was hoarse, his frustration boiling over as he took a step toward her.

Elsa steadied herself, het gaze shifting between the two of us, hesitation flickering in her eyes. “You said she had no wolf?” she asked, and I felt a pang of confusion. She was the one who had told us that Scarlett’s wolf never emerged.

“You were the one who confirmed it,” A said, baffled by her question.

She shook her head, her expression troubled. “Yes, that’s what we all believed. She had no wolf when she left. But…” She paused, taking a deep breath. “Her

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