Scarlett (Second Edition) by Karima Saad Usman novel Chapter 232

Chapter 232

“Don’t worry, Scarlett; those elders won’t know what hit them,” he said with a wink, earning another laugh from her.

“Left to me, there wouldn’t be any elders left,” he said with mock seriousness. “But Elsa said fate has something in store for them.”

Clay kissed her forehead before we all stepped out of the apartment, leaving her behind to avoid unnecessary confrontation.

As we sed the threshold, our expressions hardened. The humor and warmth we’d shared with Scarlett faded, replaced by resolve. None of us had any

the nonsense the elders had surely come to stir up.

building was already bustling when we arrived. The elders had gathered, as expected, but so had several others–our betas, gammas, and key the pack. The sight immediately set me on edge.

the meaning of this?” I asked, my voice sharp as I stepped into the hall. I didn’t bother hiding my irritation. As far as I was concerned, the elders

past their usefulness, and I owed them no courtesies.

a stepped forward, her demeanor as haughty as ever. “We’ve come to discuss domestic matters,” she said in a clipped tone. “That is part of our charge cording to the act your parents signed into law before their passing. Due to the nature of the discussion, we require key members of the pack as Antnesses.”

Her smugness was infuriating. I felt a flash of heat ripple through my body, and for a moment, I imagined flames erupting from my fingertips. It was wishful thinking, but the desire to incinerate her was tempting.

Clay, Maxwell, and I took our seats, ignoring any pretense of respect. The three of us sat back, our postures exuding authority and thinly veiled anger. Whatever the elders had come to discuss, we weren’t in the mood for it.

Tasha didn’t waste time. “What is this we hear about you bringing the Vladislax woman home?” she began, her voice laced with disdain. The hall fell silent,

all eyes on us.

“And how is that any of your business?” I shot back, my tone cold and unwavering. Tasha’s mouth tightened, clearly offended, but before she could respond,

Timothy spoke up.

“It is a domestic matter, so it is our business,” Timothy said, his voice deep and steady. “That woman is not fit to be Luna of the North.”

“And whose opinion is that?” Maxwell asked, his voice calm but dangerously sharp.

“The opinion of the Northern Elder Council,” Timothy replied, his tone self righteous.

I couldn’t help but laugh, a dry, humorless sound that echoed through the hall. Tasha’s face darkened, but she pressed on.

“That woman

was poison

integrit

“Although she is your fated mate, you didn’t gain joy or magic from the band. Then we feart sha

1 be with Keith Harold of the West. Where is your sense of duty? Your sense of pride, lepr

e cut through the tension.

voice steady and filled with quiet hey. You speak of inje pride, dod imenity as you have any woman through the mud had no assiemptions and balt–truths A woman wipe has eithred more palu and

5:40 pm

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KIKA

Chapter 232.

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