Scarlett (Second Edition) by Karima Saad Usman novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146

Scarlett’s POV

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The kappa led me down the narrow, dimly lit staircase, the air growing colder and heavier with each step. When we reached Geoffrey’s cell, I took a steer steady breath. There he was, shackled to the wall with thick silver chains that kept his wolf at bay, unable to heal hits. His face way bruised and senilen ve clothes torn and filthy. He looked pitiful, a stark contrast to the smug, arrogant man who had once looked down on me. A small, filthy polka-des handkerchief lay on the ground beside him, a reminder of the opulent party from which he’d been dragged.

He lifted his head slowly, his gaze meeting mine with a flicker of fear. Gone was the proud, condescending Geoffrey 1 remembered. Now, he was nothing but a broken man, a prisoner who knew his time had come.

“Hello, Geoffrey,” I said, my voice dripping with cold satisfaction. Midnight stirred within me, her anticipation vibrating through every fiber of my being.

He shifted, as if trying to put on a brave face, but the fear in his eyes betrayed him. He knew what was coming. He knew he was powerless.

“You ruined my reputation for sport and ran away,” I continued, stepping closer, letting my words sink in. “I was, humiliated and I am sure you thought you got away with it. Well, here I am. And it’s your turn to feel small.”

Midnight’s voice echoed in my mind, full of glee and hunger. “Let me at him, Scarlett. Let’s make him pay.” I stepped close to the bar between us and

smiled.

“Open it,” I commanded, and the kappas obeyed without hesitation, unlocking the heavy cell door and stepping aside. I walked forward, my footsteps echoing in the cold, damp room as I approached Geoffrey where he sat slumped against the wall, beaten and pathetic. His back was against the rough stone, his face bruised and eyes swollen. The man before me was barely recognizable, yet there was a twisted satisfaction in seeing him so broken.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Gregory Olsen-or should I say Geoffrey Olsen,” I sneefed, my voice dripping with contempt. At the sound of his name, he scrambled to his feet, his gaze lowered, and within seconds, he began to cry.

“I’m sorry, Luna. I’m so sorry,” he stammered, his voice thick with desperation. “I never meant to ruin your life. I swear it. I only thought… you were too beautiful to waste away in Redcape. I coveted you, I did, and what I did was wrong… evil.” His voice trembled as he tried to explain himself, as if his words could wash away the wreckage he had left in my life.

“They told me…” he continued, grasping for excuses, “they told me the Alphas would send you away with me if they found me in your bed. It was supposed to be harmless, just-”

But before he could finish, I backhanded him, channeling my wolf’s strength into the slap. The impact sent him sprawling back, and I could feel the bitter satisfaction rising in me. The smell of his fear filled the air, a sour stench that mingled with the scent of his guilt. Good. He should be afraid.

“I don’t care about your reasons, Geoffrey,” I said, my voice cold and sharp. “All I care about is getting my pound of flesh.” I reached down, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look into my eyes. I could see terror there, raw and wild, as he realised just how deep my rage ran.

“It was your lying tongue against my truth that morning. If you didn’t mean to harm me, you could have spoken up. But no,” I spat, my words cutting like knives, “you played the part, let the lie grow, let me suffer while you saved your own skin.” Disgust twisted in me as I spat in his face, watching him ch

“You are nothing but scum, Geoffrey. And I’m going to enjoy every moment of what comes next. By the time I’m done, you’ll be begging for death. This, I promise you.” The fear in his eyes grew, and his body began to tremble as he looked away, his whimpering starting up again.

*Bring ine a silver whip,” I ordered the kappas, my gaze never leaving Geoffrey’s face. “I want him facing me, his back bare.” The kappas didn’t hesitate, scurrying off to gather what I had asked for, fully aware of the authority I carried. Keith had granted me the power to do as I pleased, to claim my vengeance, and I wasn’t about to waste it. This level of control, of freedom-it was something I’d never known in the North. My so-called mates had never

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Michele Gremillion

the soft and gentle Scarlett is disappearing it seems Keith’s magic is turning her magic into a very dark state, i really hope she can overcome still stay strong but keep her kindness and concern alive.

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As I waited for the kappas to return, memories surged op sharp and painful, like thoms piercing my thứ

“Strip her and let them see what’s left of the Vladislav bloodline,” Lucian had sneered, his words laced with cruelty. I cambered sanding then of dignity, pleading for death as if it were a mercy. They had denied me even that, treating me as less fan human, at though I were nothing. Ther& everything, even the will to survive, promising that I’d freeze to death be the North. The chill of that memory washed on me, but I see a mide. These men were dead to me now, shadows of a past I’d buried.

The kappas returned, doing as I instructed, and soon, Geoffrey’s back was exposed, bound and vulnerable, & lifted the whip, feeling its weight in my hand, feeling the anger that had festered for so long surge through me. I took a steadying breath, savouring the moment, and then I brought the fog for acet his back. He screamed a high, desperate sound that echoed through the cell, and I felt the first flicker of satisfaction settle in my chest.

With each lash, I poured my rage into him, letting the pain of every betrayal, every humiliation, flow through my arm and into the silver bite of the whip. His pleas and cries filled the air, music to my ears, each scream a balm to my wounded heart. For once, he was the one suffering, helpless, and I was the one with the power,

And Lloved it.

Geoffrey’s sobs grew louder, his words slurred and choked with pain, but I didn’t stop. I let the anger, the bitterness, and the times of torment drie me forward, every lash a release of the darkness they’d left within me. His pain was my retribution, his cries my vindication. The satisfaction that flooded me was raw and fierce, and I knew I had found the beginning of my justice.

This was only the start. There were others who owed me, others who would pay for what they had done. Geoffrey’s cries would be a reminder, an echo of the vengeance I intended to claim. Today, I had taken back a piece of myself, and I wouldn’t stop until I was whole again.

When I was done with Geoffrey, I turned to the kappas, my voice calm but firm. “Remove the silver so he can heal. Once he’s fully recovered, put it back on.

I’ll be back whenever I feel like it, and I expect him ready.” This wasn’t over, not by a long shot. I wanted Geoffrey to dread every moment, to live in constant fear of when I might walk through that cell door again.

I returned to the room Keith and I shared, the remnants of adrenaline still thrumming in my veins. Stepping into the shower, I let the hot water cascade over me, washing away the physical traces of what I had just done, though the satisfaction lingered. As I leaned back under the spray, Midnight’s voice came through, her tone dark and eager. “When are we going after David?” she asked, a hint of excitement in her voice.

I couldn’t help but smile, a low chuckle escaping me. “Soon,” I replied, letting the warmth of the water soothe my skin. “I’m not sure when exactly, but we’ll take it one step at a time.” Midnight purred in response, content but simmering with anticipation.

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