SOLD AS THE ALPHA KING'S PET

EMILY'S POVMorning came quicker than I expected. I had spent the whole night in tears, praying to the main goddess to save me from my hopeless situation, but nothing happened.Eventually, the door to my cell swung open. Two guards came in and seized me by my arms, before dragging me all the way to a secret chamber upstairs.When we got there, I was surprised to see that ten maids were waiting patiently for me."Don't try anything funny," One of the guards warned, before stepping out of the room.As soon as they left, the maids started undressing me. I was shy, standing stark naked before them but from the expression on their faces, I could tell that they had gone through this procedure a thousand times.I wondered how many girls had been auctioned at Royal High before me.The maids led me to the bathtub where a warm bath had been prepared for me, and after twenty minutes of intense scrubbing, they led me to another tub, where I was made to lie in the fresh aloes scented water.Then,

EMILY'S POVFrom the moment our eyes met, I was instantly drawn to him - his tall muscular frame, his piercing silver eyes and slightly messy ink black hair. He looked perfect, without any blemishes but I was soon to find out that he had the temper of an uncultured brute.I ran upstairs to the guest room with tears in my eyes and I shut the door as soon as I was in. Never in my life had I felt so worthless. There was no turning back now. He was surely going to send me back to Royal High and from there, I was going to be sold to the Gamma.I lay down on the bed and shut my eyes, but an hour passed quickly and the sleep never came. I turned on the bed and just then, my eyes caught a quick blur of light flash by."Who is there?" I muttered.Except for the steady whirring of the fan hanging from the ceiling above, the room was dead silent.I tried to convince myself that it was just my mind playing games with me, but a few minutes later, I heard something hiss under the bed.I rose up fro

EMILY’S POVSo much had happened in such a short time. But at least now, I had a lead. I sighed and brought my knees up to my chest, hugging them close. I had to think again, to really think. There had to be something that could get him to talk. Something that would make him look at me like a person, not just a task. I could ask about his past but was he going to answer? And what if he didn’t like being questioned? What if it just made things worse?I groaned and ran a hand through my hair. Every plan I thought of ended in the same place: nowhere.I was chasing smoke. Reaching for things that weren’t there.After a while, I stood up and began to pace. I needed to move. I needed help. And despite how dumb it was going back to meet her almost immediately after I'd just left, that was literally the only reasonable option I had. With that thought, I left my room and made my way back to the kitchen.Mrs. Higgins was standing near the fire, peeling what looked like apples now. She didn’t

EMILY’S POVI lay in the guest room, staring at the ceiling. My mind was racing with different thoughts that refused to let me rest. My fingers traced the edge of the blanket, but I wasn’t really holding onto anything. I wasn’t sure if it was the dream I’d had that left me restless or the disheartening truth that my food hadn’t touched Lucas at all. The meal had been cold, forgotten, without a second thought. My chest tightened every time I replayed the memory in my mind.A shiver ran down my spine, and my mind drifted back to that strange, lingering dream I had just before dawn. Joe, the Gamma was standing over me, his eyes dark and intent, his hand reaching out as though to claim me even in sleep. I could swear I felt the brush of his fingers against my arm, a phantom touch that made my skin crawl. I woke up gasping, my heart hammering hard against my ribs, and sweat clinging to my hair. The image haunted me, and I felt an almost instinctive pull to do something, anything, to secu

Emily’s POVMrs. Higgins’s words kept echoing in my ears long after she had left me in the corridor.“Stay away from that room, child. He is still sensitive about it. Don’t go poking where you have no business.”She had said it with that tone only older women carried—an authority that came not from rank, but from experience. It was a warning I should have heeded to. The way her expression had hardened told me that even she, someone who had lived here longer than most, feared venturing into that room and unlocking the memories it contained.But warnings had never done much for me. Curiosity was always stronger. I told myself that I only wanted to understand Lucas better, that knowing what made him so cold and distant might help me break through. The maid’s words had mentioned his sensitivity and his pain so If I could touch even the edge of it, perhaps I could find a way inside.Besides, I had calculated the risk. Lucas had looked exhausted when he left me. His shoulders had been slump