Chapter 37: Possessive Protection
(Scarlett’s POV)
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the polished floor of my healing center. I stood near the back, carefully arranging the freshly arrived shipment of rare herbs. The intoxicating aroma of moonstone elixirs and crushed petals lingered in the air, mixing with the faint hum of activity around me.
Claire, my human secretary entered the room holding a clipboard, her sharp eyes scanning through the inventory list. “This shipment. Her voice trailed off as she gestured toward the row of neatly packed crates. 11’s.. Impressive, to say the least.
“Any issues with the logs?” I didn’t look up as I gently set down a crystalline vial glowing faintly with an iridescent liquid. Each elixir was worth more than most could comprehend.
“No, everything checks out perfectly. I just..” Claire hesitated, her curiosity evident as she stole glances at the priceless items. “Scarlett, how do you even manage to acquire things like this? I mean… this is beyond the scope of any normal supplier, There’s no way any simple healer could-”
I raised a brow, cutting her off with a faint smirk. “Keep asking questions like that, Claire, and you’ll find yourself tangled in things no human should ever be tangled in*
Her cheeks flushed, and she quickly busied herself with double–checking the inventory. “Right. Of course. None of my business.”
She was learning. Good.
Behind me, I could feel the steady pulse of Roman’s presence lingering in the air, even though he hadn’t stepped inside yet. His energy w… unmistakable. Through the newly awakened mate bond, his emotions stretched toward me, steady and unyielding. Impatience simmered beneath his stoic exterior and Logan’s protective strength Eltered through the bond like a soft hum against my senses. It made my skin prickle, and as much as I hated to admit it, there was a certain comfort in il
I had Claire oversee the logs, giving her specific instructions to maintain order while I was gone. Roman wouldn’t wait much longer.
Suddenly, Claire hurried back, her phone in hand, looking unusualy pale: 11’s ‘s Sarah Winter she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she extended the phone to me
I arched a brow. “You answered?”
“1-1 thought it might be important!” she stammered,
is voice spilled
With a sigh, I snatched the phone from her, pushing away the annoyance rising in my chest. As soon as I placed it to my ear Sarah’s through the receiver, sharp and frantic
“Scarlett! I need you to listen to me for once; she snapped, her initial tone nothing short of a command before dipping into desperation. “Grace’s condition has worsened significantly. You must call Hazel back, immediately!”
Her audacity made me laugh–a cold, biting sound that froze the air around me. “Oh, now you need Hazel? Now you suddenly remember I have resources that are useful to you? How convenient.” I cut, the sarcasm dripping from my words.
“Don’t you dare mock me, Scarlett she snapped back, her voice trembling with barely contained fury. “This isn’t the time for your petty grudges! Grace… Grace is-
“Is what?” I interrupted sharply. In pain? Dying? Struggling because of her own actions? Remind me again why I should care when you’ve spent years tossing me aside in favor of her glowing halo.” My grip on the phone tightened. Sarah’s hypocrisy tasted bitter on my tongue.
“This isn’t about her past mistakes anymore, Sarah hissed. “As Luna, I demand you do your duty to this pack!” The sheer nerve, I almost laughed again. Is that so, Luna Winter?” I drawled coldly. “You lost the right to call on me when you daughter over your own flesh and blood”
“Scarlett-”
en you chose a rogue’s
“Save it, I growled, my voice silencing her attempt to interject. “Call whoever else you want, but don’t call here again” Without waiting for her response, I hung up the phone and handed it back to Claire.
“Problem solved I said lightly, grabbing another vial to continue the inventory. The satisfaction of cutting Sarah off left a smirk on my lips that
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worked.
(Sarahs POV)
slammed the receiver down with enough force to rattle the desk. Scarlett’s words circled in my mind, each one hitting harder than the last. How could my own daughter be so callous? So twisted by anger and defiance?
“She THINKS she can just turn her back on us like this?” Daniel’s voice broke through my spiraling thoughts. His fists slammed against the edge of the table his wolf prowling just beneath the surface. “She needs to be shown her place!”
“Enough, Daniel” i snapped, my voice cutting through his rage. “Anger will accomplish nothing here.”
“But she–he began to protest, but I rose to my full height, silencing him with a pointed glare, one that only a Luna could possess.
Threats won’t work on Scarlett. If you haven’t realized it by now, she thrives on proving us wrong,” I said, my voice sharp and steady “You want her cooperation? You’ll need more than brute force.”
Daniel growled at my words but didn’t dare arque further. He turned toward the nearest hunter at the door, barking orders to track Scarlett’s latest movements. He was relentless. The heat of his fury blinded him to reason.
1, however, would not repeat his mistakes. Scarlett wasn’t a normal daughter. She wasn’t even just part of our pack’s bloodline anymore. She was untouchable, smart, and as dangerous as any wolf I’d ever known.
A different approach was needed. One that tugged at what was left of our bond–our connection as mother and daughter, Her word’s earlier had stung, but they were the screams of a wounded heart. If I could peel those protective layers away, perhaps she would come back to us willingly Perhaps she would help save Grace.
It was over yet. It couldn’t be.
(Scarlett’s POV)
As soon as I stepped out of the healing center, Roman’s sleek black SUV sat waiting at the curb. The deep purr of the engine and the striking design of it caught a few curious stares from passersby. Not that Roman cared about subtlety
I opened the passenger door, only to freeze. Sitting inside, across from Roman, was Erik Blackwood. His sharp eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and mischief as he nodded in greeting.
“Scarlett,” Erik began his tone smooth as silk. “It’s been far too long. Hiding yourself this well–impressive.”
Ink I replied coolly, sliding inside and closing the door behind me. My gaze darted to Roman. His emotions rippled through our bond, guarded yet heavy with discontent. I could feel it brewing under his controlled demeanor.
“Why is he here?” I asked, directing the question to Roman rather than Erik.
Roman didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he reached out and, without hesitation, pulled me onto his lap. His grip was firm but not overbearing, his blue eyes locking onto mine as if daring me to challenge him.
“Because I trust wm, Little Woll, Roman said simply, his voice carrying an authority I couldn’t deny
Erik chuckled softly. “You’re in safe hands, I assure you.”
I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms as I settled into Roman’s embrace despite my mounting irritation. My annoyance deepened as Roman casually took my phone, flipping through my contacts and recent messages as if he owned it.
“Excuse me, I said flatly. “What exactly are you doing?”
Roman silenced me with a single glance, one that sent a shiver down my spine. He wasn’t playing games this time.
“Checking for wolves who might be wasting your time he said, his tone clipped yet deceptively calm. “Like your fiancé, perhaps?
but the inside of my cheek to suppress the surge of defensiveness threatening to rise. “There’s nothing to worry about” I said, but my voice lacked
the sharp conviction it usually carried. “Alexander wouldn’t dare mark me. He’s obsessed with Grace, not me.”
Romar’s eyes darkened, an icy storm swirling in their depths His woll, Logan, stirred beneath his skin, and I could feel the protective rage building through our bond
Chapter 37. Possessive Protection
“And you just let him think he had a claim on you all this time? Roman asked, his tone dangerously low. His words were filled with quiet fury, the kind
that made my heart race.
it was a temporary arrangement,” I said, lifting my chin defiantly. For survival. That’s all.”
His grip on me tightened slightly, his wolf’s energy radiating through him. It ends now,” he growled, his voice leaving no room for argument. “No one
lays false claim to what is mine.”
I stared back at him, his resolve a tangible force that left me breathless. There was no denying it–Roman was done playing games. He was ready to
make his move, and nothing would stop him.
Not even Grace
