Scarlett “You stole my place,” he finally emitted after standing there for more than a couple of minutes. The moment his scent filled my nostrils, I felt his presence. The urge to fight with him, to show him how he hurt me was tough to fight with but I didn’t want to start it. If someone had messed with my mood and heart, shouldn’t it be their responsibility to clear their mess? I asked myself and felt satisfied with my reasons so I pouted and decided to ignore his presence. He cleared his throat before opening his mouth, “It used to be my place to hide from my pain and reality. I never attended any family gathering where my in-laws were invited.” How easily he accepted that he was married! How fucking easily…! My wife, my in-laws… His words were breaking my heart and he didn’t have any idea that his stupid words were literally making me feel like trash. Who was I then? Nobody to him. I didn’t care about the ranks, positions, or titles. Nevertheless, I couldn’t withstand anybod

Scarlett Pain shimmered in his eyes and I felt a clink of guilt but I had to let it out because I was feeling used and insecure. Nobody wanted me, all the mysteries that my family and my mate had brought into my life, I was becoming more insecure and scared of the surprises they might give me and treat me like trash and will tell me later that it was for my own good. Shouldn’t I at least have the right to decide what’s good for me and what's not?! “I’m sorry but I can’t tolerate this. I can’t withstand you disrespecting yourself,” he opened his mouth again when I didn’t respond to him. “You know, my family had asked me to do what you mentioned and I fought with them not to insult you and I’ll never do that to you.” He exhaled through his mouth before adding, “but my mate herself doubted me again and I must say that it fucking hurts coming from you. You shouldn’t have called yourself that, Scarlett. In the end, nobody cares about the men’s pain. Men get hurt, too, they don’t want jus

ScarlettThe sunlight scattered into the room and I felt a bit annoyed. My body was already hot due to the heat though I had got a release last night. The heat crept onto my cheeks as I closed my eyes to reminisce the memories of last night.My lips stretched into a smile when I saw him sleeping peacefully with a small smile on his face and holding me like a baby in his arms. Waking up in his arms was the best thing that happened to me. I ran my hands down his chest to feel his muscular and hard chest beneath my hand and I couldn’t help but swallow a lump in my throat as I felt my mouth going dry, the heat surging again in my body. My lips moved to his nipple and kissed his pinkish skin before teasing it with my tongue.“Baby,” his husky voice made me open my eyes and my stomach churned as the heat clawed through me again. My hands stopped and I found myself dumbstruck, I raised my head to meet his lascivious eyes. “This is the most beautiful morning of my life. Morning, my love,” he

Scarlett What’s torture? Loving someone more than your soul and body could afford, with whom you can’t be. When I heard Amber calling my mate her husband, my blood boiled and the veins in my body twisted in discomfort. Something in me wanted to grab her throat and shred that pretty face of hers till she wouldn’t be able to open that vulgar mouth of hers ever. She wasn’t wrong either, I knew it. I didn’t need to know it from someone else but I couldn’t help the feeling of jealousy and hating her though it wasn’t her mistake. It was a forced marriage for both of them but my mate wasn’t roaming around calling her his wife and being possessive about her. I might not be a princess or a queen but I wasn’t used to sharing my things with the others, then, it was my mate. How could they even expect me to share my mate with someone else? “Fucking mine,” I whispered before gnawing my mark on his neck harshly, dodging all my anger on him. I could hear some shattered voices from the outside b

Scarlett My body seemed to surface on the ice as I felt my consciousness knocking in and opened my eyes to locate myself lying on the floor. My eyes darted over the room to find my mate who had promised not to leave me alone during my heat. It would be an understatement to say that my world crumbled down when I found his wife sleeping peacefully, resting her head on Klaus’s chest. She didn’t even bother to cover her bare chest, the way their chests brushed against each other reminded me of my moment with Klaus and all I could feel was anguish. Probably I had my head just like this on his chest. This scene showed me the reality of how replaceable I was in his life. He could have his wife in his bed and it wouldn’t even be counted as cheating on me because I wasn’t his wife. The roles got reversed when I was in Amber’s place. Everyone was calling me whore but the same people wouldn’t call Amber a slut for sleeping with my mate whom I had already marked and with whom I had mated. Ho