Scarlett (Second Edition) by Karima Saad Usman novel Chapter 193

Chapter 193

Scarlett’s POV

Leaving my mates behind to their own devices, I decided it was time to retreat indoors and freshen up.

The weight of the day clung to me like a heavy cloak. From the intimacy of the morning to the brief but intense battle, I felt the need to wash it all away, to scrub the remnants of the hours from my skin and reclaim a sense of normalcy.

The air still smelled faintly of conflict, of adrenaline, and it prickled against my senses. But beyond that, hunger gnawed at me.

It wasn’t the usual kind of hunger-it was the insatiable void that followed the use of magic. Each time I called upon it, it drained me in ways that felt almost primal, leaving my stomach growling for sustenance as if I hadn’t eaten in days.

At that moment, I could have devoured an entire feast, horse included, if given the chance:

With little time to waste, I finished up and made my way to the kitchen. It had been a long time since I had stepped foot in that space-too long, really.

There was a strange mix of anticipation and bitterness brewing within me.

This wasn’t just about food. Returning to that part of the house felt like entering enemy territory. No longer did I see the kitchen as a warm and welcoming place where bonds were formed and laughter rang out. It was now just another cold corner of a home that no longer felt like mine.

Bianca’s betrayal had ensured that. It had turned my heart to stone when it came to the pack. Once, I might have opened myself to connections, might have sought out camaraderie with those around me. But now? That door was firmly shut. The idea of building friendships with pack members again was

laughable.

That ship had sailed, wrecked, and sunk to the bottom of the ocean. This wasn’t just my decision-it was a boundary, a survival mechanism. I’d tolerate them only where necessary. Maybe I’d make exceptions for those from Tealberg Highlands or other places with kinder spirits. But this place? This bitter, cold, forsaken den of betrayal? No. Their hearts were as frigid as the winds outside, and I had no intention of warming them with mine.

When I stepped into the kitchen, the air shifted immediately. A heavy silence fell over the room, and all movement seemed to halt as if my presence had sucked the energy out of the space.

My eyes scanned the room, taking in the familiar layout. Though the number of staff had dwindled since I’d last been there, the essentials hadn’t changed. The counters, the utensils, the storage-all still in their places, almost mocking in their sameness. I moved forward with purpose, my steps steady, uncaring of the tension I could feel radiating from those around me.

stiffness Their fear was palpable, almost tangible in the stillness. I saw it in their eyes-the way they darted away from my gaze, the stiffness in their postures. It was almost amusing, though I didn’t let that amusement show. I kept my expression neutral, guarded. One woman finally broke the silence, standing up nervously as she greeted me.

“Good afternoon, Luna,” she said, her voice shaky but polite.

I noticed her position immediately. She had been sitting in a seat that once belonged to Bianca, the previous head of the kitchen. It didn’t take much te Realise that she was now in charge, the new overseer of this domain. My gaze lingered on her for a moment, enough to make her shift uncomfortably ander the weight of my scrutiny.

I didn’t respond right away. Instead, I let the silence hang, an unspoken reminder of where we stood. I wasn’t here to make friends, to exchange pleasantries, or to soften my edges for their sake. That version of me was gone, buried under layers of hurt and resolve. If they wanted to fear me, so be it. I had no intention of proving them wrong.

9:46 am

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Chapter 193-

What your name? I asked, choosing to ignore the formal greeting the woman had offered me. My voice was steady, calm, and unyielding a stark contrast

to the nervous energy in the room.

Comments

Michele Gremillion

oh Scarlett u need to get some of the old sharlett

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