Chapter 85

Chapter 85

Scarlett’s POV

I stood there in the shower, shivering, even with the warmth of the water and the steady arms of my mates around me. A cold fear settled deep within me. whispering that things would never be the same again. I hadn’t invited Gregory into my room, and I certainly hadn’t slept with him. But I knew that to everyone else, it would look like that’s exactly what happened. My heart ached with the injustice of it all-how was I supposed to prove my innocence? It felt like every accusation, every whispered doubt I’d ever faced had finally caught up to me, now looming over me like a dark shadow.

Lucian gently wrapped a towel around me and dried my tears along with the water from my face. Hrs touch was tender, but I could feel the tension in his hands, the heaviness that hung in the air as he guided me back to his bedroom. Maxwell and Clay followed close behind, their expressions mirroring my own anguish and confusion. They wanted to protect me, I could feel that, but this situation had left them as shattered as I was

“What do we do, Lucian?” Maxwell asked softly, his voice thick with worry. The weight of what had happened lay heavily on us all, but Redcape was Lucian’s home, his territory. Gregory Olsen was his guest, and the responsibility of handling this fell on ho

Lucian’s face twisted in frustration as he raked a hand through his hair, struggling to keep control. “I don’t know,” he finally admitted, his voice cracking under the strain. “I don’t know what to do.” He turned away, his shoulders tensing before he let out a shout of pure frustration, slamming his fist against the wall.

“Fuck!” he yelled. “This can’t be happening. Not now.” His anguish was palpable, and I could feel the pain rolling off him, his helplessness as he tried to come to terms with what had to be done. And I realized then that things might only get worse.