Scarlett (Second Edition) by Karima Saad Usman novel Chapter 141

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Scarlett

Chapter 141

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I felt a heavy sigh escape my lips. “And if Scarlett agrees to help us, what do we have to offer in return? What could we possibly give her**

Maxwell looked at me with a grim determination. “Whatever she wants, Clay, We’d give her whatever she wants.”

But Vin, my wolf, growled in my mind, He didn’t like that at all. “And what if she wants us to leave her alone?” I asked, my voice quieter, my beart sinking even as I said the words. “What if she wants us to forget her, to let her live her life with Keith, free of us? What if she wants to keep the bond severed and buried?”

No one answered. I knew they couldn’t. The truth was too painful to speak out loud. I would rather lose everything-

gaur lands, our status, our pride-than lose Scarlett completely. Even if we saved the North, it would feel like a hollow victory if she were gone from our lives forever.

We had hurt her deeply. She had every reason to hate us, and I couldn’t blame her if she turned us away. My heart ached with the weight of it, a dull,

unrelenting pain that only sharpened with every second we wasted.

I could feel the weight of everything we’d allowed, all the cruelty we had either condoned or committed. Scarlett had endured so much at our hands. We had stripped her of her dignity, her autonomy, and her right to feel safe. Deep down, I knew she wouldn’t want to return. She would want nothing more than her freedom, a life without us binding her down. If we went to her, she’d ask us to sever the marriage, to release her completely. Keith would use his magic to block,the bond, and that would be the end. It was a thought I could barely stand, and yet, I knew it was inevitable. I’d lost her trust and her love, maybe

forever.

“We still have to try,” Lucian said quietly. I could see the fear in his eyes, smell the anxiety that radiated from him like a cold mist. He was just as terrified as I was. “We have to make the journey, Clay. We can’t just sit back and do nothing. If we lose everything, at least we can say we did everything we could. Let’s go to the West, see Keith face-to-face, and then we’ll decide what comes next.”

He was right, as much as it pained me to admit it. We had to try, even if it felt like a lost cause. At least we’d know we’d tried our best, that we hadn’t just given up without a fight. Resigned, I agreed. We would head to the West, confront Keith, and hope for an audience. He wouldn’t be able to refuse us entirely; we’d appeal to him on grounds of security. And if he resisted, we could always bring up “Gregory Olsen” as a pretense. Garland wasn’t truly our only enemy, but any mention of potential threats might be enough to get us through Keith’s gates.

As we made our way back to the packhouse to prepare, the reality of what lay ahead sank in. I planned to reach out to Martha, explain the situation, even though it felt heavy with guilt. If anyone could get through to Scarlett, it would be Martha. She’d been like a mother figure to Scarlett, one of the few people who had shown her genuine kindness. If Scarlett wouldn’t listen to us–and I knew in my heart she wouldn’t-perhaps Martha’s voice could reach, her, could help her see that we were desperate, remorseful, and sincere.

Still, the fear lingered in my heart. What if Scarlett never forgave us? What if she looked right through us with cold, hardened eyes, reminding us of every wound we had inflicted? What if Martha’s presence only deepened her resolve to stay away from us? These questions haunted pe as we packed and prepared for the journey, knowing this might be our last chance to salvage everything we had lost.

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Michele Gremillion

nasty situation. Scarlett has keith and he seems to care about. Will she be willing to help her ax-

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Scarlett’s POV

Lying in Keith’s arms, I felt his fingers trace gentle circles along my back. It was soothing, comforting, something I hadn’t known I needed so much unti now. The warmth between us was intense, like nothing I’d ever felt before. This feeling-this “heat”-was new and strange to me, yet I was grateful not to face it alone. Keith’s presence made it all feel a little less overwhelming.

My wolf, Midnight, had finally emerged within me, and the experience at my mind swirling with questions I wasn’t ready to answer. Midnight was powerful, instinctive, and fiercely drawn to Keith, even more so than I was.

She wanted to claim him as her mate right then and there, but I held back, fighting her urges. I wasn’t ready to give in, not fully. As much as I felt that undeniable pull toward Keith, a small part of me resisted, nagged by some lingering guilt. Memories of my past, of mates i thought I’d be with, tugged at me, whispering that maybe this was all happening too soon. But deep down, I hoped these doubts would fade because, in so many ways, Keith felt right. He was good, kind, and I was thankful to be with him.

He looked down at me with a soft smile, his eyes gentle as he brushed his lips against my forehead. “Should we have them bring something to eat?” he asked, his voice as soft as a warm blanket wrapping around me. I lifted my head from his chest and sat up a bit, savouring the calm between us.

“Let’s eat in the dining room,” I said, wanting a change of scenery, maybe a little space to think clearly. Keith chuckled and pulled me back into his arms, as if he couldn’t bear to let go even for a moment. The sound of his laughter filled me with warmth.

“You smell so good, Scarlett,” he whispered, his voice rough with something I could feel more than I understood. His lips brushed against my neck, teeth grazing my skin just enough to send shivers through my body. A tingling ache spread from deep within me, making my whole body feel alive, hyper-aware of

him and everything he was making me feel.

“You know, any male wolf nearby would be drawn to you right now,” he murmured, his words lighting a spark of surprise and thrill inside me.

“When a wolf is in heat, it’s like… a call. Every male wants to answer it, to make her his and satisfy her,” he said, his tone dropping to a hushed, almost reverent whisper. “Just like I want to please you,” he added, pressing his lips to mine, soft and tender, as if savouring every second. I could barely breathe; he was too much and yet not nearly enough.

“I’m a possessive man, Scarlett,” he said, his words low and intimate, making my heart skip. “And I won’t share what’s mine.” Butterflies erupted in my stomach, fluttering wildly as he intertwined his fingers with mine, his thumb brushing softly over my skin before he brought my hand to his lips, kissing it slowly. His every touch sent waves of warmth through me, stirring something deep and primal. I wanted him with a need that felt as fierce and consuming as the heat building between us.

Love. How hadn’t tate tied When our eyes met, I saw something in his gaze that stole my breath-a deep, burning passion, yes, but something gentler too. me to this man from the beginning? He was a blessing, a balm to soothe every wound I carried in my heart. Somehow, he made me feel whole in a way i hadn’t thought possible.

“I want to make you happy, Scarlett,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, like he was telling me a secret. “I want to wipe away every painful memory and show you that love can be beautiful. Love shouldn’t hurt-it should be gentle and warm. Let me love you the way you deserve,” he said, his armis tightening around me, pulling me even closer. I could feel the firmness of his desire, a heat radiating from him that matched my own. The warmth was overwhelming, filling every corner of me with longing and something else, something sweeter than I’d ever known.

“I want us to have a future together,” he continued his words a promise that filled me with hope. “I want children with you, Scarlett. I want to grow old with you, to share every day, every moment.” He pulled me onto his lap, holding me close so I faced him, uty legs wrapped around him, our faces just inches apart. His eyes held mine, full of tenderness and passion, and I could see he meant every word,

In his arms, I felt more alive than I ever had before, and for the first time in a long time, I felt truly loved.

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