Scarlett (Second Edition) by Karima Saad Usman novel Chapter 159

Chapter 159

didn’t understand completely. The there was something about the way he looked at me that mars me believe him. Keith words settled out amforting and yet frightening, like a final gift wrapped in warning. In that moment, I wanted to hold onto him forever, to stay wrapped in the safety

But I knew, deep down, that I couldn’t keep him. That whatever future I chose, I had to face it alone.

hy do you say these things?” I asked him, my voice barely a whisper. I needed answers, but he just gave me a gentle smile, as if he held secrets too beat

share.

You had two paths once,” he said quietly, “but because of those fools and everything that’s happened around you, there’s only one path left now. And i that path, I see vengeance and hatred. Darkness like that can tear our world apart if it isn’t kept in check. I just hope you’ll find it in your heart to forgee.

and let go.”

I could sense he was holding back, as if there was more he didn’t want to tell me. “Keith, tell me the whole story. I want to know,” I pressed, heading to

understand whatever he was hiding.

He shook his head, looking almost regretful. “I’ve said enough. One thing I’ve learned is to avoid telling people exactly what I see in my visions. Sometimes st knowing can set things in motion, can push events faster than they’re meant to happen. There’s still time, Scarlett. Room for change. That’s why I’m holding onto this last bit.”

He reached out and gently patted my cheek, his touch as warm as his words. “If they ever hurt you, know you can come back to me. I’ll be here-not as a lover, but as a friend, as family, as someone you can lean on. You need to go with them, Scarlett, and find your place in this world. There’s a reason there aren’t many Valkin alphas and why each of us has a role to play. You’re the first woman among us, the first of your kind. Don’t let anger destroy the gift the goddess has given you.”

He bent his head, and I closed my eyes, half-expecting-hoping-that he would kiss me one last time. But instead, he placed a soft kiss on my cheek, and I felt the warmth of his affection sink into me.

“I’ve asked them to pack your bags. It’s time for you to go home,” he murmured. “These days with you have been incredible. You brought light back into my life, and I will miss you. Now I can finally say I’ve healed from my loss, and can move forward.”

His words felt like a final farewell, a gentle yet undeniable push toward my next step, and I knew he was right. My time here was over. But the realisation hit me hard, and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close. I didn’t want to leave. He was safe, he was steady, and he’d been more to me than anyone else ever had. He treated me with a kindness I’d almost forgotten existed.

How could I walk away from this warmth, this peace? How could I go back to a world where every day was filled with uncertainty, hostility, and hurt? How could I trade this gentle love for the turmoil that waited for me beyond his doors?

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