Scarlett’s POV Silent tears streamed down my cheeks as I sat alone in our room, the weight of the world pressing upon my shoulders. I had married Marco with dreams of a blissful life, unaware of the trials and tribulations that awaited me as a member of the Lycan royal family. The events that have unfolded since our union seem like a cruel twist of fate, and I can't help but blame myself for the misfortunes that have befallen our pack. My sobs echo softly in the quiet room as I try to make sense of it all. The sound of my own despair feels suffocating, and I long for solace amidst the chaos that has consumed my life. I clutch my swollen belly protectively, my unborn baby a beacon of hope in the midst of my turmoil. My mind races with unanswered questions. Why has my presence seemingly brought a string of tragedies to my new family? Am I truly cursed, as my racing thoughts suggest? It's a heavy burden to bear, and I struggle to find any rational explanation for the turmoil we now fac
Marco’s POVAs I watched Scarlett storm out of the room, her footsteps echoing down the corridor, a wave of remorse washed over me. The weight of my decision to keep her in the dark about my plans had become too heavy to bear. I had acted out of love and a desire to shield her from pain, but now I could see the damage it had caused.Guilt consumed me as I replayed our conversation in my mind. I had failed to understand that protecting Scarlett didn't mean shutting her out. Our marriage was built on trust and transparency, and I had violated that foundation by withholding such a crucial decision from her. In my quest to shield her, I had inadvertently made her feel like an outsider in her own marriage.With a heavy heart, I made my way to our chambers. The door creaked open, revealing the dimly lit room where Scarlett had sought solace. She lay on the bed, her body curled up as silent sobs wracked her fragile frame. I approached her cautiously, my footsteps tentative as I sat down besi
Marco’s POVAs the echoes of warcries filled the air, my heart raced with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. Without wasting another moment, I gently disentangled myself from Scarlett's embrace, my eyes still locked with hers, silently promising to return to her side as soon as I could. Her worried expression mirrored my own, and I pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before hastily stepping out of our sanctuary, determined to uncover the cause of the turmoil that now surrounded us.As I hurried through the corridors of the palace, the sense of urgency gripped me tighter with every passing step. I could hear the distant clamor of armor and the trampling of hooves growing louder. Panic rose within me, intertwining with the burning curiosity to uncover the truth.Finally, as I burst through the palace doors, the scene before me sent a shockwave through my veins. My entire army stood in formation, a sea of determined faces, their weapons glistening in the sunlight. And at the forefro
Scarlett’s POV Confusion swirled within me as the cacophony of battle seeped through the thick walls of the palace. My heart pounded in my chest, each thud echoing the fear that coursed through my veins. The palace was meant to be our sanctuary, fortified and guarded against any threat, yet the sounds of war drew nearer, defying all logic. I rushed to the window, peering out with trepidation, hoping to catch a glimpse of what was unfolding. The courtyard below was a chaotic tableau of swirling dust, glinting weapons, and the clash of bodies locked in combat. The enemy forces pressed forward with a relentless determination, their war cries piercing the air, inching closer to the palace. Dread tightened its grip around my heart, and I clutched at the fabric of my gown, feeling its silky texture slip through my trembling fingers. The safety of the palace felt fragile, as though it could crumble at any moment under the weight of the encroaching darkness. Where was Marco? I longed for
Marco’s POVAs the chaos erupted around us, my instincts took over, fueling my transformation into a Lycan full breed wolf. The surge of power coursed through my veins, my senses heightened to a razor-sharp focus. I stood tall, my muscles rippling with strength, ready to face the imminent threat that loomed before me.The scent of blood and sweat mingled in the air as Swift claw's men closed in on me, their eyes filled with malice and aggression. They underestimated the fury that burned within me, the determination to protect my pack and our legacy. With a fierce snarl, I lunged forward, my fangs bared, meeting their onslaught head-on.The clash of steel against claws filled the air as I fought with a primal ferocity. Each strike was precise, calculated, aiming to incapacitate rather than kill. I couldn't afford to lose control, to succumb to the darkness that threatened to consume me. This battle was about justice, not vengeance.Swift claw's men outnumbered me, but I was fueled by a
Marco’s POVAs I kneel down beside the wounded soldier, a mix of emotions floods my being. Concern and urgency grip my heart, while anger simmers beneath the surface. I lean closer, my voice filled with a tremor of anxiety and frustration."What happened here?" I demand, my tone laced with urgency. "Where is Scarlett?"The soldier's labored breaths punctuate the tense silence that envelops us. He struggles to speak, his words escaping in gasps and whispers. I place a gentle hand on his shoulder, offering what little comfort I can amidst the chaos surrounding us."Take your time," I urge, my voice softer now, but the urgency still evident. "Just breathe and tell me what you can."The soldier's eyes meet mine, a flicker of gratitude mixed with pain passing through his gaze. He takes a shallow breath, summoning the strength to recount the harrowing events that transpired within these walls."A group of wolves... they stormed the safehouse," he manages to utter, his voice strained. "It...
Marco’s POVMy chest heaves with every breath as I sprint back towards the forefront of the battle line. Anger and frustration course through my veins, clouding my judgment, and driving me forward with a single-minded purpose. The weight of Scarlett's abduction presses heavily on my shoulders, fueling my rage and blinding me to all else.As I charge into the midst of the enemy werewolves, my movements are fueled by pure instinct. I strike without mercy, my claws tearing through flesh and bone, my fangs sinking deep into the enemy's throats. Each kill brings me a momentary release, a fleeting respite from the overwhelming despair that threatens to consume me.Amidst the chaos, Sage's keen eyes catch my erratic behavior. He maneuvers through the battlefield, expertly fending off adversaries as he makes his way towards me. His voice cuts through the clamor of battle, filled with concern and urgency."Marco, what's wrong?" he shouts, his eyes searching mine for answers. "You're not yourse
Marco’s POVI feel a surge of frustration rising within me, the impatience to rescue Scarlett gnawing at my every thought. I turn to face Sage, my voice sharp and filled with raw emotion."I don't care where we start!" I exclaim, my voice cutting through the air. "We'll search every corner, every hideout, until we find them. We'll tear this world apart if we have to. But we will not rest until Scarlett is back by our side."Sage takes a step back, momentarily taken aback by the intensity of my words. However, he quickly regains his composure and nods, his eyes conveying his unwavering loyalty."Understood," he says, his voice resolute. "I'll gather the best men we have, those we can trust implicitly. We'll leave no stone unturned in our pursuit of Scarlett and those who took her."As Sage turns to carry out my orders, the weight of responsibility settles upon my shoulders. I pace back and forth, the urgency driving me to think through every possible lead, every avenue to explore. Swif