Scarlett (Second Edition) by Karima Saad Usman novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33

Scarlett’s POV

Lucian stood abruptly, gripping my arm with a force that made my skin throb. Before I could react, he dragged me to the door and shoved me out of the apartment, sending me sprawling onto the ground. Pain flared up in my arm, and I looked up af him, feeling the ache deep in my chest as his cold, burning gaze met mine. Fury blazed in his eyes, but in me, there was both anger and a profound, hollow hurt. If this was what it meant to have a mate, then perhaps the mate bond wasn’t a blessing. It was a curse.

“When you grow the courage to reject me, let me know, Lucian,” I spat, my voice sharp and unwavering despite the pain. His expression shifted, his eyes widening at my defiance. I didn’t care about respecting him anymore. Respect had been drained from me, replaced by an anger that left no room for fear.

I turned and walked back to my room, the weight of it all pressing down on me, turning my steps heavy. Once inside, I sat on the cold floor, letting my emotions spill over. Tears blurred my vision as I cried, letting out the hurt and anger I’d bottled up. Everything I’d been taught about mates, all the stories of joy and belonging, felt like a cruel lie now. This bond wasn’t the promise of safety and love I’d imagined–it was torture, a nightmare.

I remembered my nanny’s words, the way she’d painted the mate bond as something sacred, something meant to uplift and complete me. She’d said mates couldn’t hurt each other, that they were made to protect each other. But if that was true, then why was Lucian so full of anger? Why did he lash out instead of drawing me close? I’d once dreamed of a mate who would take me away,

someone who’d pull me from my father’s shadow, someone who’d look at me with warmth, not resentment. But instead, I was left

wondering if I was destined for pain and rejection forever.

My thoughts drifted to Beta David, the one whose cruelty had marked my past. I cursed him for what he’d done, for the twisted

wounds he’d left in me that I’d never truly healed from. A cold, steely resolve formed in my mind–if I survived this, if I ever gained

the strength, I would find David, and I would make him pay. I would see him suffer, just as he’d made me suffer.

The tears came and came until my eyes grew heavy, and finally, exhaustion swept over me. I curled up on the floor, feeling the weight of grief and anger pressing me down, lulling me into a restless sleep.

was certain my I woke suddenly, a sharp, searing pain radiating through my chest, tearing through me with such intensity that I heart was being split apart. The darkness of the room seemed to close in, amplifying the agony, and I clutched at my chest, desperately trying to breathe through it. But the pain wouldn’t ease; it twisted, jagged and raw, growing sharper until I could barely hold back my scream. I muffled my cries, pressing my hand over my mouth, feeling utterly alone. There was no one here to help, no one to call for comfort. If this was the end, maybe it was better than enduring more of this pain.

Then, through the haze of torment, I heard a voice–a soft, feminine whisper, seductive and powerful. “Scarlett,” through my mind like a phantom touch. The voice was familiar and strange all at once, and though I couldn’t place weight that felt ancient, a strength that made me tremble.

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The pain flared again, ripping through my chest as if a saw were tearing me open. I writhed on the cold floor, my body convulsing with each wave of agony, tears slipping down my face as I struggled to stay silent. The minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity. Every second dragged by, the pain unrelenting, until finally, mercifully, it began to ebb. My heartbeat slowed, the pain receding bit by bit, leaving only exhaustion in its place.

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I lay there, feeling weak, my body drenched in cold sweat. As I tried to gather myself, I heard the voice again, but this time it was. faint, almost a murmur at the edges of my mind. “Mate,” it whispered, like a distant echo fading into silence.

Confusion and fear settled in my chest. What was happening to me? Had I gone mad, or was this something else, something darker that I didn’t yet understand? I drew my knees to my chest, the reality of my isolation–crashing over me. Whatever this was, I had no one to turn to, no one who would understand. In the dark, I began to cry, the loneliness settling deep into my bones, the uncertainty pressing down like a weight I could barely carry.

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Michele Gremillion

Lucian was cheating on Scarlett causing the intense pain she was feeling.

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