Scarlett (Second Edition) by Karima Saad Usman novel Chapter 78

Chapter 78

Scarlett’s POV

Gregory approached me with a smooth, almost predatory air, his blue eyes focused intently on me. “How do you like it here, Luna?” he asked. He was a striking man-red hair, muscular build, and around Lucian’s age-but there was something unsettling in his gaze. He was undeniably handsome, but I felt n attraction toward him. If anything, his attention made me easy, as if there were more behind his words than he let on.

“It’s amazing,” I replied, keeping my tone light, polite. He gave a small nod, his eyes searching mine as if he were trying to unravel something hidden within

“Where are

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lting his head slightly, his eyes narrowing with curiosity. “You look more like a Southerner.”

Well, you guessed right. I am a Southerner who traveled north to find my mates. The moment I said it, I heard a low, der that my mates were always watchful, always aware..

ous yet uncomfortably intense. “What about your family? Are they okay with this?” His question seemed innocent enough, probing, almost as if he were fishing for information.

reful with my response. “I grew up in an orphanage. I don’t be a family to worry about,” I said gently. “The only family I have eassuring warmth from Clay, a silent show of approva

impossible to hide my Southern heritage. My ap ilds. Northern women had that pale beauty, will my origins, with dark, wavy hair and a curvier stinct. Each territory had its unique look-the F

fed, wavy hair.

me people broke the mold, our heritage show

tail would see through the lie. Gregory’s e

ng,” he murmured, his gaze still l

were cloaked in that charmin

ve and strength of my mates

ou been to the West?”

the North, people were fair-skinned, often with blonde contrast, my skin was kissed by the Southern sun, a natural typically fuller-bodied, pear-shaped, with noticeable curves people with woolly hair, and the West, like Gregory, with their

build. Even if I tried to claim I was from the North, anyone with an tudying each one of these features, cataloging them.

me layer to his interest in me. His curiosity seemed unrelenting, but his venly, unwilling to flinch, reminding myself that I was Luna here, surrounded

still holding that unnerving intensity. I shook my head, keeping my expression

eyes. “Unlike other parts of our world, the West holds women in high regard. Women have even play key roles in leadership. Unfortunately, our Luna passed away young after a brief keep moving forward. You should visit someday,” he finished with a soft smile.

pleasure,” I replied, not wanting to seem dismissive, though the idea of visiting didn’t appeal to me.

layful glint in his eye. “You’re not planning to run off to the West alter Gregory sold you every woman inviting me to dance, and I accepted eagerly, slipping away from Gregory’s gaze and joining Maxwill en ely as we swayed to the gentle melody, my head resting comfortably against his chest. The warmth of his

anding.

ith a playful warmth. “It seems Gregory is a bit smitten with you. Ling

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Trouble help but laugh softly. “Jealous, are we?” I teased back.

He inhaled slowly, his chest rising and falling against me. “How could I be when you bear my mark, and I yours?” His words, filled with confidence and devotion, made me hold onto him a title tighter. Being in Maxwell’s arms, feeling his love radiate around me, was pure bliss. This was my heaven, my haven, and I wanted nothing more than to stay in this perfect moment.

“May I cut in?” Clay’s voice interrupted softly, and Maxwell released me with a smile, stepping aside as Clay took my hand, guiding me seamlessly into his arms. Maxwell returned to his seat, watching us with a contest smile.

As we moved, Clay’s eyes sparkled with a knowing look. “You know, your conversation with Gregory was getting Lucian all worked up. He thinks Gregory has caught your interest,” he said, his tone light but laced with a hint of seriousness.

I laughed, shaking my head. “Lucian has nothing to worry about. Gregory gives me the creeps. I’m just trying to be polite and play the role of a good host,” 1 explained.

Clay let out a relieved sigh, pulling me closer as we continued to sway. “Good,” he murmured. “Because I don’t think Lucian would be able to hold back if he thought you were the least bit interested. His wolf is barely tolerating Gregory’s presence as it is.”

I giggled, finding comfort in Clay’s gentle touch. He always knew how to make me feel understood and grounded, even when tensions ran high. As we

danced, the room around us seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of my mate’s arms and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

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Michele Gremillion

Lucian is right to be concerned. i don’t think*

7 days ago

Gregory has good intentions.

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