Scarlett (Second Edition) by Karima Saad Usman novel Chapter 67

Scarlett

Chapter 67

Scarlett’s POV

The rest of the afternoon flew by as I helped in the kitchen, chopping, stirring, and plating. For a while, I almost forgot the weight of everything else; there was something peaceful in the rhythm of cooking, is sharing this space with Bianca. We weren’t exactly friends, but the gap between us felt a little smaller, and that was enough.

After we’d finished and I’d thanked her for her help, I headed to my room, feeling a pleasant exhaustion. I took a long, hot shower, washing away the day’s tension. Crawling into bed, I let my head sink into the pillow, but just as sleep began to pull me under, I heard that strange voice again, whispering my name in the quiet darkness of my mind. My eyes snapped open, heart pounding.

“Careful,” the voice whispered, soft yet urgent.

I sat up, scanning the room, my pulse racing. I was alone. I’d tried convincing myself it was my wolf, the first stirrings of a bond, but the timing was wrong. Usually, wolves only spoke after a full–moon shift, not before. I was left alone with the voice’s warning echoing in my mind, the word circling like a shadow. Careful. Careful of what?

Anxiety churned in my stomach as I lay back down, staring at the ceiling, feeling the weight of my solitude more than ever. Without any friends or confidants here, I felt vulnerable, each minute dragging as I waited, hoping my mates would return soon. The house grew dark as night settled in, and eventually, weariness overtook me.

I must have drifted off, because the next thing I knew, I felt the softness of lips pressing against mine, gentle and warm. My eyes fluttered open, and I saw Lucian leaning over me, his eyes tender.

“You stayed long,” I murmured, my voice thick with sleep. I blinked, trying to push away the haze of dreams.

Lucian smiled, brushing & strand of hair from my face. “I’m here now,” he said softly, his voice carrying a warmth that settled my racing heart.

“It’s eight in the evening,” Lucian explained softly, scooping me up from the bed with such ease that I barely had time to blink. Despite his smile, I could feel an unspoken tension in him, a heaviness lurking just beneath the surface. I wanted to ask what was wrong, but I decided to stay silent. If he wanted to

talk about it, he would.

He carried me into their apartment and gently set me on my feet. Maxwell and Clay came over, each pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. Though they

wore smiles, their eyes held shadows, and I knew something they’d learned from the seer was troubling them. It lingered in the air, heavy and silent, like a

storm brewing just beyond the horizon.

A few moments later, the omegas brought in the food, and I felt a flicker of excitement mixed with nerves–it was the meal I’d prepared earlier, with

Bianca’s help. I hoped it might lift their spirits, even if only a little. Fate had entrusted me with the daunting task of loving and caring for these three men,

each with their own burdens and strengths. I sent a silent prayer, hoping I’d have the strength to fulfill my role, to be the Luna they needed.

“Grilled fish?” Clay lifted the lid, a spark of appreciation lighting his eyes, his mood lifting. Maxwell and Lucian both grumbled in protest, which only made

Clay laugh, lightening the mood just a little more.

Clay checked another dish, his face lighting up. “Stroganoff!” he exclaimed, passing the dish to Lucian, who perked up immediately, his eyes brightening as

he moved to serve himself. Finally, Maxwell opened the last dish, his face breaking into a smooth smile when he saw the well–done steak waiting for him. It

was exactly what he loved, and I felt a warmth in my heart, watching his expression soften as he dug in.

When the side dishes arrived, I watched them all with a smile, savouring the way they each found comfort in the meal. Maxwell chuckled between bites. saying, “Bianca must really be feeling sorry for her behaviour.” I only smiled, keeping silent, grateful that they didn’t need to know it had been my idea. Instead, I let them enjoy their meal, accepting small bites from each of their plates as they eagerly shared with me.

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The flavors are… different,” Clay observed, pausing for a moment before returning to his meal, clearly savouring each bite. I felt a quiet pride watching them enjoy something I’d helped prepare, even if they didn’t know. Their satisfaction filled me with a simple, grounding joy.

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