Scarlett (Second Edition) by Karima Saad Usman novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147.

Sal foght to pat belund me?

Moments later, I felt another pull, this time toward Clay, and then Lucian. t was like an invisible thread stretching out to them, one i desprcately wanted to sever. But every time I tried to resist the connection seemed to intensify, an unwanted longing threading its way into my heart.

It left me unsettled, an aching sensation I wanted to tear out of me. Keith had warned me to stay in the room perhaps he had sensed this shaft, feit the bond suppression magic slipping, and was rushing back to restore it. He was fighting as hard as was to make this work, and the thought of his efforts folled me with gratitude, a deep appreciation that soothed some of the turmoil.

I curled up on the couch, waiting, my mind tense and conflicted. Midnight’s voice broke through the silence, jolting me with a single, haunting ward.

“Mate… our mates,” she murmured, her tone distant, almost trance-like. Panic flared within me as I felt her instincts reaching out, giving in to that familiar

pull. ‘No,’ I thought desperately, ‘not now.’ I couldn’t afford to let my guard down.

But the bond, though weakened, still tugged, insistent and primal. I clenched my fists, summoning every ounce of willpower, fighting against the surge of emotions stirring inside me. The connection, the craving, was still there, and it felt like a wound that refused to heal, a thread that refused to break.

I needed Keith to return, needed his strength, his magic, to help me hold on. He was my anchor now, my choice. But as the pull toward my fated mates strengthened, I knew this fight was far from over.

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Michele Gremillion

this pull might be the only thing that keeps from truly turning dark.

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hapter 148

Scarlett’s POV

1 sat there, gripping the couch rightly as I fought again the relentless all of my mate bert. It was

one in which I was finally free, where I had Keith and the chance to beat, and the out, a dark place I despesesaly sad to see batted bond was the strongest, tugging at me with a force I couldn’t ignore, and I felt a singing realisation, that, womehow. I was willing

What is this, Midnight?” I whispered to my wolf, hoping she could explain.

Mate,” she replied, her voice distant, al

Forty minutes passed with me sitting a deep breath, convincing myself right to move about as I pleased

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