Chapter11
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I stared at Samara from the window of the throne room where she and the Alpha seemed to be having a heated conversation, but I couldn't hear what they were saying.
I looked at her, her perfect body, her sexy eyes, her soft hair. I should be the one holding her like that.
I couldn't bear to watch her in the arms of another man. I needed to look for a way to separate them and finally have her to myself.
Scarlet.
Scarlet should have something.
I journeyed as silently as I could to Scarlet's part of the palace, making sure no one saw me.
“Scarlet, I can't stand them together. I can't stand the way he looks at her, the way she lets him near. I need to do something before he takes her away from me for good."
Scarlet turned from her table where she had been reading a book, her emerald eyes narrowing. She was always so calm, so unreadable, but right now, I needed her to care. I needed her to understand.
"You want to separate them?" she mused, flipping to the next page of the book she was reading. "Are you asking for a spell?"
I clenched my jaw, looking away from her. "If that’s what it takes, I don't mind a spell.”
She let out a soft but dry chuckle, setting the bowl down and stepping closer to me. "Magic cannot force love, you know. It can only reveal truths."
"I don’t need to force anything," I snapped. She already belongs with me. He’s just... clouding her judgment."
Scarlet tilted her head, watching me with something close to pity. "And if she still chooses him?”
My heart twisted painfully, but I brushed the thought away. "She won’t. She just needs to see what he really is.”
Scarlet sighed, reaching for an empty-looking small glass bottle. “This is smoke that will strip away illusions and let her see clearly. But be warned, you must not inhale it as well.” She placed the small glass bottle in my palm, “truths are not always what we want them to be."
I ignored her warning. It didn’t matter. Once Samara saw Michael for what he truly was, she would have no choice but to come to me.
Scarlet placed the vial in my hand, her fingers lingering over mine. "Be careful. Love born from desperation often ends in destruction."
But I wasn’t desperate. I was right.
And soon, Samara would see it too.
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I snuck out of Scarlet's chambers as silently as I got in. I headed back to the window of the throne room.
I noticed Samara's leaving and could see her eyes glisten with tears. I balled my fist, she didn't deserve to be treated that way.
I looked at the small bottle in my hand and held onto it. This was my only hope of having a chance with her.
Once she realized who Michael truly was, I was going to come in and save the day.
But then, I shouldn't be doing this.
The thought echoed in my mind as I gripped the bottle in my palm, my knuckles turning white. Scarlet’s words rang in my head like a warning I was too stubborn to heed.
I didn’t want it to come to this. I wanted Samara to see me without tricks, without spells, without anything, but I hadn't been the person to her.
I'm sure she hates me, but she should hate him more because he is worse.
Michael.
I swallowed down the bitter taste in my mouth. He had nearly killed her, yet she still looked at him like he was an angel.
I forced my feet forward, my heart pounding harder with every step.
What if she caught me?
Samara was at the gate now, her bag slung over her shoulder. She was leaving and she wasn’t looking back.
I moved quickly. As I passed her, I let the bottle slip from my fingers. It hit the ground with the faintest tap, cracking just enough to release the air inside.
"Sorry," I muttered, my voice just above a whisper but low enough so she wouldn’t recognize it.
And then I kept walking. Fast.
I didn’t dare stop, didn’t dare turn, not yet.
From a distance, lurking in the shadows of the palace walls, I watched.
Samara blinked, frowning slightly as she glanced around, her expression showing confusion. Her lips parted, as if to say something, but she pressed them into a thin line.
I exhaled shakily, my hands curling into fists at my sides.
Scarlet had told me the truth wouldn’t be what I wanted it to be. But I still had hope that when Samara looked at Michael again, she wouldn't see him the same way.
That's where I was going to come in and she would finally see me.
Despite being against our community rules, she would be willing to fight for us.
But as I watched her, I felt a shame.
p pain in my chest, because there was one thing I hadn’t let myself consider.
What if, after everything, she still chose him?
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