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Sold To The Feral Alpha CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY-SEVEN
EMMELINE⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️I was walking through the garden, enjoying the crisp morning air, when I saw Callis. She was heading towards the main gate, a small leather bag slung over her shoulder, a rare sight. My steps faltered, my heart giving a small, surprised jolt. Callis rarely left the estate unless it was for urgent medicinal supplies.“Vacation?” I asked, a smile tugging at my lips, unable to hide my surprise and a genuine spark of delight for her. It was long overdue.Callis stopped, a faint, almost shy smile touching her usually stoic face. “Apparently,” she said, her eyes meeting mine, a hint of something resembling relief in their depths. “Finn’s idea. Said I needed to ‘reacquaint myself with not being on duty.’” She rolled her eyes, but there was a warmth there. “I’ll be back, Emmeline. Don’t let the estate burn down while I’m gone.”I laughed, a warm, genuine sound. It was good to see her like this, even if it was fleeting. “No promises, Callis,” I teased back, shaking my head. “
Sold To The Feral Alpha CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY-SIX
EMMELINE⚪️⚫️⚪️⚫️The first slivers of dawn were just painting the sky when I stirred, a deep, contented sigh escaping me. I stretched, my muscles still pleasantly sore from yesterday’s quiet, intimate moments with Darius. The bed felt warm and safe.I opened my eyes, expecting to find Darius still beside me, but the space next to me was empty. I blinked and then saw him. He was already halfway dressed, his broad back to me, pulling on a dark tunic.“You’re up early,” I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep.He turned, a faint smile on his lips, his eyes soft. “I want you to come with me,” he replied, his voice low, a gentle invitation. “To the southern fields. They’ve finished the new orchard line. I want you to see it.”I pushed myself up, leaning against the headboard. Trees? After everything, after the chaos, the battles, the sheer scale of the challenges we still faced, he wanted me to see… trees? It seemed almost absurd.“You’re taking me to see trees, Darius?” I asked, a hint of a
Sold To The Feral Alpha CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FIVE
EMMELINE⚪️⚫️⚪️⚫️⚪️I spotted Sylas just past the garden wall, walking towards me with someone new. My curiosity immediately sparked. It was a woman, tall and strikingly beautiful, moving with an easy grace that spoke of confidence.“Emmeline,” Sylas greeted, his usual gruff demeanor softened just a touch. “Someone I want you to meet.” His gaze flickered between us, a hint of something shy, almost hopeful, in his eyes.The woman extended her hand without hesitation, her smile warm and genuine. “Rhea, Luna,” she introduced herself, her voice clear and strong.“Emmeline,” I replied, shaking her hand firmly. Her grip was strong, steady. I immediately recognized the subtle aura of a Lycan, powerful and grounded. A thought, a very obvious one, clicked into place. “Are you and Sylas… together?” I asked, a playful grin tugging at my lips.Rhea’s smile widened, a hint of blush rising on her cheeks. “Yes,” she confirmed, glancing briefly at Sylas, who shifted his weight, looking uncharacterist
Sold To The Feral Alpha CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FOUR
EMMELINE⚫️⚪️⚫️⚪️The sound of Valen’s enthusiastic chewing filled the quiet dining chamber. He was tearing into the meat, a small, fierce predator in training. It was only his second time trying real food, and he’d already proven his preferences. Mashed vegetables? Ignored. Shredded meat from my plate? Absolutely devoured.I watched him, wide-eyed, as he made happy, guttural noises, tiny bits of cooked beef clinging to his cheeks. It was both disgusting and utterly adorable. My son, a carnivore from day one.Callis chuckled warmly from across the room. “That boy’s going to chew through bone before his second year, Emmeline. Just you wait.” She had a point. He gnawed on that meat like a tiny wolf.“He gets it from his father,” I said, reaching out to wipe a smudge of meat from his chin. He just shoved another chunk in, oblivious, already reaching for more. My heart swelled with a mixture of amusement and pure, unadulterated love. He was everything.When he finally finished, leaving a
Sold To The Feral Alpha CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY-THREE
DARIUS🎱🎱🎱Two moons. Two whole moons had passed since the Gathering, and sometimes it felt like two lifetimes. The initial, fragile peace had deepened, settled into something more substantial, more real. The estate, once a fortress humming with frantic anxiety, now resonated with the sounds of life. Most importantly, it resonated with the sound of Valen.And he moved, too. Crawling. He was everywhere, a small, determined tornado of baby energy, trying to claw his way towards everything he wasn’t supposed to touch. The decorative carvings on the coffee table, the flickering flames in the hearth, the stack of important, very breakable, parchments in my study – nothing was safe. He gripped with a strength that was frankly unsettling for a baby his age, his tiny fingers latching on with an iron vise. He was more advanced, faster, stronger than any baby I’d ever seen. It was fascinating, terrifying, and deeply, profoundly prideful, all at once.One morning, the proof arrived, a little
Sold To The Feral Alpha CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY-TWO
EMMELINE🔮🔮🔮🔮I stepped into our room, my arms full of folded cloths I’d just collected from the nursery. My eyes, almost instinctively, darted to the crib. It was empty. My heart gave a familiar, sickening lurch, a quick, sharp stab of panic that always seemed to accompany Valen’s absence. It was an instinct now, this immediate fear, a reflex born from weeks of terror.Then, Callis’s voice echoed down the hall from a neighboring room. “He’s with me. Relax, Luna.”A breath I hadn’t realized I was holding shuddered out of me. “Thank the goddess,” I muttered, leaning against the doorframe for a moment, letting the wave of adrenaline subside. I set the folded clothes onto a nearby chest, my hands trembling just a little. My bones ached less these days, the deep, pervasive soreness from the birth and the aftermath of the attack slowly receding. But the feeling, that lingering vulnerability, hadn’t left my body entirely. Neither had the fear.I was just reaching for my robe, intending
