Chapter 38

Scarlett's POV When I clicked the video and it loaded, my breath stilled as the first frame appeared. It wasn't an explicit threat from Alexander's mistress—not in the obvious way—but it didn't need to be. The image alone was enough to twist my stomach into knots. I knew Faye had a few screws loose in her head, but I never imagined how sick she was just to get what she wanted. Even if she didn't need to tell me what she wanted, I knew what it was. To get rid of me. To remove my influence over Alexander. To completely own Alexander and the Crescent Moon Pack. The scene took place in the Crescent Moon Pack's communal hall. The Omegas were gathered—mostly women, some younger men—and there she was, Faye, right at the center of attention. I could tell she had planned every detail of her appearance. Her dress was soft, pastel blue, her hair loosely tied back in a way that made her seem approachable. She sat among them, not above them, sharing plates of steaming bread and roasted meat—as if s