Scarlett (Second Edition) by Karima Saad Usman novel Chapter 162

hapter 162

Scarlett’s POV

As I watched the Omegas carrying my bags, I felt a spact of defiance flare within me. They were taking my things toward the Alpha’s apartment, as if 14 been dragged back here just to step into that trap again. The thought made me sick.

“Bring my luggage here. It has no business being in that place,” I called out, my voice firm. They halted, the tremble in their shoulders betraying their fear My words seemed to carry a weight, a command that I hadn’t entirely meant to enforce. The power of a Valkin Alpha was still something i didn’t fully understand. It flowed through me, heavy yet exhilarating, a gift from the goddess that I wasn’t sure I deserved. But I couldn’t afford to second guess myself Not here.

“But…Luna, Alpha said…” one of them stammered, his voice barely a whisper. I cut him off coldly,

“Do not refer to me as Luna. I am certain you remember the day they stripped that title from me, Teaving me to rot as if I was nothing.” I felt my eyes flash with an intense green energy, and the Omegas stiffened, nodding quickly before they scurried to bring ray bags to my room. They placed them inside and left as quickly as they could, their eyes wide with fear.

Alone in the room, I sat on the bed, feeling the memories flood in with painful clarity. Every corner of this room held fragments of my past-moments with Maxwell and Lucian, the night I was dragged out by intruders, the morning when Geoffrey’s betrayal unraveled everything. It was here that my life shattered, but it was also here that I began to understand what strength really meant.

This room would be my reminder. I needed to keep the sting of betrayal close, to remind myself of who these people truly were. If I allowed myself to forget,

to forgive too easily, I risked falling back into their trap.

A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts, and I recognised Martha’s scent even before she spoke.

“It’s open, free for anyone to enter,” I called out, a hint of sarcasm lacing my tone. The door creaked open, and Martha stepped in, her eyes darting around

the room before she settled her gaze on me.

“Alpha wants to know why you chose to stay here,” she said, her voice hesitant. “It isn’t as comfortable as the apartment.”

“Comfort?” I laughed bitterly. “There has never been comfort for me in the north, Martha. Tell him that this room is a reminder. I’ll stay here and keep my

distance.”

She lowered her gaze, letting out a quiet sigh. “I hope you find it in your heart to forgive them, Scarlett. They’ve learned their lesson… I truly believe they will never hurt you like that again. Please, consider showing mercy.”

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Her words softened me. Martha had risked her life to help me escape that night, and for that, I would always be grateful. I didn’t want to hurt her, so I forced a small, reassuring smile.

“It’s alright, Martha. I’m at peace with my decision,” I replied gently. “And don’t worry-I won’t say a word about your help that night.”

Relieved, she gave a grateful nod. “If you need anything, I’m here for you,” she offered, and I nodded in thanks as she slipped out of the room.

After she left, I let out a breath and changed into something comfortable. I showered, allowing the water to wash away the tension, and slipped on a simple dress. It was sheer and short, a soft, flowing fabric that felt like freedom against my skin. With nude-colored underwear beneath, it gave the illusion of vulnerability, but no one would see more than I allowed. I was done with hiding and pretending; I was done being the timid girl everyone walked over.

Steeling myself, I decided to head to the woods. I needed the quiet, the calming presence of nature, to anchor me. Magic still pulsed within me, raw and fierce, fueled by every surge of emotion. Without Keith to help control it, I would have to learn to tame it on my own.

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Chapter 162

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