Scarlett (Second Edition) by Karima Saad Usman novel Chapter 55

Chapter 55

Scarlett’s POV

I clung to Lucian as he carried me up to their apartment, his arms warm and protective around me. He laid me gently on his bed, and as he let go, I already missed the security of his embrace.

Clay came in, already changed into a pair of loose shorts, his face a mix of worry and anger. Lucian warked over to his dresser, pulling out a pair of shorts for himself. The simple, domestic movements felt oddly comforting amidst the chaos I’d just experienced, but the weight of everything finally hit me.

The acrenaline that had kept me steady began to fade, and I felt a sharp, lingering pain in my back where Marvin’s belt had struck.

I tried to sit up, but my whole body ached, and I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. The fear, the betrayal, the helplessness–it all came crashing down

at once. Sobs tore through me, and Clay didn’t hesitate. He came to me, wrapping his strong arms around me, holding me tightly.

“It’s okay, Scarlett,” he murmured softly, his voice soothing. “You’re safe now. We’ve got you.” He rocked me gently, letting me cry it all out, as though he

knew I needed this release more than anything else.

“The cook…” I choked, my voice breaking. “She told them I was a Vladislav… just to save herself and her daughter. They wanted to take me away, Clay. They

said I’d be worth a fortune in the slave market.” The words felt poisonous, like admitting them out loud might make them real again. I could feel the anger bubbling up in all of them, a shared rage that cut through the room like fire. Lucian clenched his fists, his whole body tense, his growl low and dangerous.

“We’ll make sure she pays,” Lucian muttered, fury simmering in his voice. “She endangered you, betrayed you… I’ll make sure she regrets every second of it.”

Maxwell entered, his expression grim. “We need to move more warriors to Redcape. If they dared attack once, they might try again,” he said, his voice steady but laced with a determination that made me feel protected. Clay’s eyes glazed over briefly as he linked someone, his face hardening. I knew they were already planning, already taking steps to ensure nothing like this would happen again.

Lucian came over, sitting down on the bed beside me, his hand resting gently on my shoulder. He reached out, taking me from Clay and wrapping me in his

arms.

“Scarlett, I’m so sorry we weren’t here,” he murmured, his voice thick with guilt.

“We tried to get back as quickly as we could. The moment we sensed something was wrong, we ran.” I leaned against him, breathing in his familiar scent, letting it wash over me, calming the whirlwind inside me. His arms were solid and sure, grounding me when my mind still reeled from the trauma.

They took turns taking quick showers, each of them casting glances my way as it checking to make sure I was still there, safe and breathing. Clay sat beside me the whole time, watching over me, talking in soft murmurs to keep me present. I wasn’t left alone for even a second, their presence a wall of comfort and strength around me.

Once they were done, Maxwell and Lucian prepared to leave to deal the aftermath of the attack. I could see the intensity in their expressions, the firm resolve to handle everything that had happened, to protect our home, to ensure no one would dare touch me again.

They hadn’t wanted to leave me alone. The three of them were supposed to go together, but after everything that had happened, they sensed how fragile i felt and decided one of them would stay with me. Since I seemed most at ease with Clay, he stayed while Lucian and Maxwell went to deal with the pack’s protection. I was grateful, too; being alone felt unbearable after all I’d just gone through.

Clay led me gently to the bathroom, handing me an oversized T–shirt from their dresser. “I’ll be right outside, waiting in the living room I promise,” he said softly, has voice reassuring. He gave me a gentle smile, one that let me know he wouldn’t be far.

I stepped into the shower, letting the water run over me. But the moment it touched my back, a searing pain shot through me, tearing a scream from my

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throat Before could even turn off the water, Clay was there, his face etched with worry. I tried to cover myself, instinctively feeling a rush of

embarrassment, but he didn’t even glance at my exposed skin with anything but concern.

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ok so she has mentioned a few times about hearing a female voice, is that her wolf maybe somehow kept bound or something

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