Chapter 218: Why Can’t You Share Me

​Scarlett’s POV

​Eventually, Leonard gathered my slick, exhausted body into his arms and carried me upstairs to his massive master bedroom.

​Now, I was lying in Leonard’s arms on his huge bed, the sheets tangled around our legs. His large, warm hand was gently stroking my chocolate-brown hair, his fingers trailing down the strands in a lazy, soothing rhythm. I let out a long sigh of relief, leaning my head against his chest and inhaling his rich scent of dark chocolate and burnt wood. The feral Alpha from the pool deck was gone, replaced by a quiet, protective warmth.

​But the peace didn’t last long.

​Leonard’s hand paused in my hair. I felt his chest expand as he took a deep breath, a sudden tension returning to his muscular frame. He hesitated for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, before he finally spoke.

​"Who was it?" he asked, his deep voice vibrating right against my cheek.

​I blinked, shifting slightly to look up at his sharp jawline. "Who?"

​He looked down at me, his dark eyes searching mine with a heavy, painful curiosity. He swallowed hard. "The person who took your first time. Who was it, Scarlett?"

​My heart stopped for a second, and a cold knot tied itself right back into my stomach. The dangerous truth about Nigeria and Leo flashed through my mind, but I forced my face to stay completely blank. I swallowed hard and lied—telling him the exact same lie I had told Liam.

quietly, keeping my voice as steady as possible. "A one-night stand. I didn’t even know his name, Leonard. It happened

long, heavy breath. He shook his head, a wave of dark regret

"It’s my fault for not finding you sooner. If I had

a lie, and the guilt in my chest grew heavier, but I couldn’t risk breaking the peace

the mood was getting too heavy, Leonard kissed the top of my head and decided to change the topic. He cleared his throat, his dark eyes softening as

hungry?"

I admitted, realizing my stomach was completely empty after everything we had

on his lips. "Nah. I’m

rolled my eyes, a small laugh escaping my lips. "Oh, really? The great billionaire

know I can cook," he said,

was years ago," I pointed out, raising an eyebrow.

his eyes. "Even though I’m

the pillows. "Okay, fine.

​"Deal," he murmured.

He grabbed one of his crisp, white button-down shirts and

completely on display for me. Every muscle in his back and chest flexed as he moved, and my wolf

of the bedroom and down to the massive,

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