Chapter 60: Forbidden Desires
Chapter 60: Forbidden Desires
(Scarlett’s POV)
My informants were efficient, their whispers carrying truths Sarah and Daniel had no idea were being delivered straight to me, I sat at my desk, the light of the lamp casting a faint glow over the termination documents still sitting there. When my informant’s voice entered my mind, I immediately
straightened.
“Sarah’s furious” the voice said through our secure mindlink
I chuckled softly before leaning back into my chair. “Of course she is. Why wouldn’t she be? Let me guess–it’s because Victoria put her in her place?”
“You’re right,” they confirmed. Victoria warned her to back off from using Grace to manipulate Alexander. The Amber Pack is clearly losing patience
with them both, especially with Grace causing so much drama!
Hearing that made me smirk. Sarah’s temper was one thing I could
to undo me.
hing I could always r
rely on. She had likely stormed around her mansion, thinking of new ways
“She also believes you’re hiding behind dangerous allies,” the informant added. There was a pause. “Grace has been making comments. Little
suggestions that you’re using your resources to plot something against both packs.”
“Of course,” I muttered. “Accusing me of doing what she herself has always
y’s been guilty of. Typical: I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling the anger
simmering low but steady. Grace and her manipulations never seemed to end.
The informant kept going, their tone steady. “Daniel is working to investigate your movements. He wants to track you through old pack connections.”
I snorted. “How? I severed those ties so thoroughly. They won’t find a trace of me
“Still, he’s trying. Sarah ordered him to act quietly and carefully. She believes you’re too powerful to confront directly. She wants to figure out how you
became so untouchable.”
I laughed at that
at that The sound echoed in the otherwise quiet office. “Let them plot. They don’t realize I already know every step they’re taking”
keep listening, Scarlett, the informant
it assured me. Then the link went silent, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
I tapped my fingers lightly against the desk, thinking about their desperation. How far were they willing to go? What else would they try? It didn’t
muner. I had control now
The rest of the day dragged on. I kept myself busy by organizing supplies and preparing new shipments for the healing center, Still, every so often, 1 found myself glancing at the clock
Roman had said he would return early, but the hours ticked by, and there was no sign of him.
The bond between us thr
Where was het
thrummed steadily in the back of my mind. It told me he was safe, but it couldn’t ease the slight ache of disappointment.
As the hours slipped into night, it became harder and harder to keep my focus. The silence of my room eventually lured me into bed.
i don’t remember when I fell asleep. My last conscious thought had been of Roman–of his voice and his ice-blue eyes that always steadied me
The sound of the door slamming open yanked me from sleep Wincing at the abrupt noise, I sat up, instantly aware of a familiar presence filling the
“Roman?” I whispered, my voice still thick with sleep
He stepped inside, and as soon as I saw his face. I knew something was different His striking eyes weren’t just their usual sharp blue–they were
clouded
Drunk
the door behind him.
“Roman” I gasped as his body pressed into mine, trapping me back against the soft mattress.
He swayed slightly as he shut th
The fan
faint scent of whiskey clung to him, mingling with his usual scent of frost and pine.
Before I could say anything else, he crossed the room in long, determined strides. Then, he wa
he was on me
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His lips descended on mine in a searing kiss. It wasn’t like the playful pecks he often teased me with This was hungry, demanding, claiming
I tried to speak between kisses, but my words came out as soft murmurs instead, His hands tangled in my hair, tilting my head perfectly for him to
deepen the kiss
“Roman” I managed again, my voice barely above a whisper. “What are you doing?”
The only response I got was his lips trailing lower. The scruff of his jaw grazed my skin as he kissed along my neck, and I shivered
My body betrayed me, reacting to every touch and kiss. Cors, my wolf, rose beneath my skin, ecstatic to feel Logan so close She practically purred, pushing me toward him
But my mind spun with confusion and quilt. Roman, stop,” I whispered weakly, though my hands had instinctively lifted to rest against his chest
instead of pushing him away.
He didn’t stop. His hands found the edge of my robe, his fingers curling into the fabric. With a single pull, it loosened enough for him to slide his hand
beneath it.
I froze. This was Roman–my brother, my protector, the man I’d loved for so long but never dared to think about like this.
But then again, he wasn’t just my brother. He was my mate.
The Moon Goddess herself had sanctioned this bond. It was the only thing that kept me from shoving him off entirely
Still, quilt warred against desire.
“Roman” I said again, more firmly this time. My hands pressed lightly against his chest.
He finally stopped, inhaling deeply as if grounding himself. Then, he rolled off me and lay on his back beside me.
1 can’t,” he growled, his voice hoarse and rough. “Not like this. Not until I make you my wife”
I lay there for a moment, catching my breath. My body still burned from his kisses, from the way his hands had explored territories no one else had
ever dared
Finally, I slipped off the bed and tightened my robe properly. “Stay here,” I whispered, looking at him for just a second before heading to the kitchen
My hands were unsteady as I prepared a hangover tea. The smell of the herbs calmed me slightly, grounding me after the whirlwind Roman had unleashed
When I returned, he was lying on my bed as though he belonged there. His dark hair was slightly messy, and his half–lidded eyes followed me as
approached
“Here,” I said softly, holding out the tea
up enough for me to feed it to him. His lips curved faintly into a small smile, as if even in his drunken state, he could see through my flustered
attempts at nonchalance
You’re still taking care of me,” he murmured, his voice thick but soft.
“Always” I replied simply taking the empty cup and setting it aside.
I climbed back into bed, curling up beside him like we often did as children. Resting my head on his arm, I let the steady rhythm of his breathing
The moonlight brushed over his sharp features, making them appear even more perfect
This
my Roman. The man who had been my rock since the day Liam brought me into Thom Pack
The man who had raised me protected mr, and unknowingly stolen my heart at sixteen
Now, he was my mate. The one chosen for me by destiny itself.
I felt a small smile tug at my lips as I traced the memories Fate truly had strange ways of weaving lives together.
As Romans breathing slowed into the soft rhythm of sleep, I stayed awake just a little longer in that quiet, peaceful moment, I felt my love for him deepen even further.
With him, there was no shame. No fear–only warmth and belonging
