Chapter 4: REVENGE

Scarlett's POV

I felt my heart beating faster and faster as I attempted to shut the truth out of my mind. I could never be Alexander’s mate.

“You are making mistake,” I growled at my wolf,Star. He can’t be my mate. Why the hell Moon Goddess is playing joke on me?

I hated him—at least, I tried to convince myself of that. This made me angry within me each and every time I saw him with Sienna. But no matter how hard I tried to look the other way, there was always something lurking deep down inside of me every time he was around—an instinct that I wished to defy.

I would not accept this. He wasn't my partner. He simply couldn't be.

Alexander had been stalking me more than usual since I got back from my trip. His sharp gaze followed me wherever I went. And now, he had the nerve to complement me He was staring at me as if I was a different person.

“You have grown up, Scarlett,” Alexander’s voice was rough, his eyes seemed to have turned almost black and I couldn’t decipher the emotion that was reflected in them.

He moved nearer to me but I shifted my distance backward.

I raised my eyebrows and snorted, looking at him in the eye. “I haven’t changed that much,” You do not have to lie to me, Alpha Alexander.”

He again moved closer to me, his eyes piercing through me and fixing on my eyes. Like a prey is standing infront of him, and he wants to possess all over.

“I am not lying, you are stronger, there is something different about you now and I like it.”

His words came out again and for a moment my heart skipped a beat but I did not let it show. ‘I don’t want to hear your compliments,’ I retorted and began to move away from him. “You never bothered before, so do not start now.”

I could not afford to be provoked by him, not at this time. It was so disgusting every time I saw him, I could remember that night when he was with Sienna. He plays with his words same like he used years back. My heart tightened with fury and the urge to get out of there seized me.

He is a playboy, who has once shattered my heart.

That night, I was in bed, feeling the burden of all that had happened and all that was going on in my head. The image of Alexander kept flashing in my head—his penetrating gaze, his words, his ripped muscles, the way his lips almost curved into a smile when he looked at me, it made my skin crawl and my heart race in equal measure.

As I was preparing to insist myself to sleep, there was a knock through the silent room. My body tensed instantly.

Who could it be at this hour?

I paused for a second before getting up slowly towards the door. I slowly and carefully turned the handle and opened the door just a little, my heart racing. I was left breathless when I saw Alexander standing there.

He was sitting with his eyes closed and was leaning against the door; there was the smell of strong alcohol. His hair was somewhat combed, as if he had been running his hands through it in frustration and his shirt was half opened to reveal his well defined chest.

“Alexander?” I asked quietly, struggling to mask the surprise in my voice. ”Why are you here?”

His lips curled into a half smile, which was almost childish. “I wanted to see you,” he said, his words slurred but his eyes filled with lust. ”I… need you, Scarlett. “

I opened my eyes wide in disbelief at what he had said. ‘You are drunk, Alexander. Go home.’

He moved closer to her, his eyes were black and heavy. “No… I’m not leaving. Not until I say what I came here to say. ”

I crossed my arms in front of me, attempting to keep as much space between me and him as possible. ‘What could there be that you had to come here at this hour of the night?’

His face relaxed and for a second I saw the pain that he had been hiding behind the mask of the strong man. “You’re my mate, Scarlett,” he whispered, the timbre of his voice deep and seductive. “You feel it too. Don’t deny it.”

I felt the air leave my lungs, the pull inside me growing stronger, but I forced myself to resist. "No," I said firmly, shaking my head. "I don’t want to be your mate. I don’t want this, Alexander."

He stepped closer, his breath warm against my skin. His scent—woodsy and intoxicating—filled my senses, and I fought the urge to give in to the heat rising between us.

"You can’t deny what’s between us," he whispered, his voice dripping with seduction. "I can feel it. So can you."

I placed my hands against his chest, intending to push him away, but instead, I felt the hard muscles under my palms, and a wave of heat surged through me. His heart pounded beneath my touch, and for a moment, I couldn’t move.

"Alexander, stop," I said, my voice trembling. "This isn’t right."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. "You belong to me, Scarlett. Whether you like it or not."

I shivered, my body betraying me as my wolf stirred at the closeness of him. "No," I breathed, trying to summon the strength to resist. "I don’t belong to anyone. Especially not you."

His hands slid down my arms, his touch lingering, burning my skin. "You can lie to yourself all you want, but you can’t run from this forever."

"Stop it!" I pulled away from him, my heart racing. "I don’t want this. I’m only here for my father, and once he’s better, I’m leaving."

His jaw clenched, frustration flashing in his eyes. "You’re leaving?"

"Yes," I whispered, tears stinging the back of my eyes. "I don’t want any unwanted relationships. I don’t want to be your mate. I don’t want to be here."

For a brief moment, his eyes softened, as if my words had truly hurt him. But then, just as quickly, the cold mask returned, and he stepped back, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"You can say what you want, Scarlett, but deep down, you know the truth. You’re mine," he said, his voice low and possessive.

Before I could respond, I slammed the door in his face, my hands trembling as I leaned against it, trying to catch my breath.

What had just happened?

My heart pounded painfully in my chest, and I could still feel the heat of his touch lingering on my skin. Tears slipped down my cheeks as I tried to steady my breathing, knowing deep down that I was fighting a battle I wasn’t sure I could win.

Alexander was dangerous. He was determined. And worse of all, he was my mate.

But no matter how strong the pull was, I wouldn’t let myself fall for him. I couldn’t.

Because if I did, I knew he would destroy me.