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Sold To The Feral Alpha CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN
DARIUS⚪️⚫️⚪️⚫️The goddamn words wouldn't change. I read the letter again. And again. My eyes scanned the elegant, mocking script until the ink started to blur. I was searching for a loophole, a hidden meaning, a sign that this was some kind of sick joke. There was none. It was exactly what it appeared to be: a demand wrapped in the silken ribbon of a peace offering.'Present the child at the next moon council… and prove he’s no threat.'Prove. The word echoed in the sudden, ringing silence of the room. Prove his worthiness to live to the very same people who had sent an army to slaughter him in his mother’s womb. The sheer, unmitigated audacity of it was breathtaking. It was an insult so profound, so arrogant, it almost defied comprehension.“They’ll call it peace,” I muttered, the words tasting like poison. The parchment crinkled in my fist. I wanted to incinerate it with a look, watch it turn to black ash in my hand. “But it’s just control wrapped in pretty fucking words.”Sylas,
Sold To The Feral Alpha CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN
DARIUS⚪️👑⚫️By the end of the third day, I could walk. It wasn’t a graceful affair. Every step was a negotiation between my stubborn will and a body that screamed in protest. My muscles felt like frayed ropes, and the deep, phantom ache of wounds that were now just angry red scars was a constant companion. But I could stand. And that was all that mattered.Because that morning, I held my son.Not sitting down, not propped up with a dozen pillows. I stood on my own two feet, in front of the tall window in our chambers, and held Valen in my arms. The same window where Emmeline had stood waiting for me, her hope a beacon in the darkness that had almost consumed us. The irony was so thick and sweet, it was almost a physical taste.He was so damn small. A warm, solid weight against my chest. He smelled like milk and Emmeline and something uniquely his own, something new and ancient all at once. I looked down at his tiny, perfect face, at the way his chest rose and fell in a rhythm of abs
Sold To The Feral Alpha CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND FOURTEEN
SYLAS⚔️🛡⚔️I stood on the precipice of hell and looked out over what we had won. The grand stone terrace of the estate, once a place of quiet beauty, was now a butcher’s yard. The air was thick with the acrid stench of burning flesh, a smell that would haunt my dreams for weeks. Great pyres had been lit at the edge of the woods, consuming the bodies of the Council’s soldiers. A grim necessity. We couldn’t risk disease, and we damn sure weren’t giving them the honor of a burial.I hadn’t slept. I wasn’t sure I remembered how. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Darius convulsing on the stones, saw the life draining out of him, saw the absolute terror on Emmeline’s face. So I stayed awake. I kept moving. I oversaw the cleanup.Our own fallen were treated with the reverence they deserved. Each wolf, each warrior who had given their last breath for our cause, was gently washed and wrapped in ceremonial white cloth. Their families and packmates carried them in somber procession to the sac
Sold To The Feral Alpha CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN
EMMELINE♤🦸♀️✨️🦸♀️♤Time stopped making sense. The world outside the bubble of his body ceased to exist. The victory cries of the Rivenborn were a distant, muffled noise from another planet. All that was real was the slow, agonizingly slow, rise and fall of his chest beneath my hands.They had stopped the bleeding. Sylas and Callis had worked with a grim, focused intensity, their movements sure and swift while I just… watched. I was useless. A statue carved from fear. I knelt beside him, my knees raw on the blood-slick floor, and I didn't move. I couldn't. It felt like if I even blinked, he’d disappear. That shallow breath would be his last.Minutes bled into what felt like hours. I watched the ugly, stitched-together gashes on his skin. I watched the unnatural pallor of his face. And I waited. I prayed to the goddess I wasn’t even sure was listening anymore. 'Please. Please don’t take him. Not now. Not after all of this. Please.'Then gradually, color started creeping back into h
Sold To The Feral Alpha CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWELVE
SYLAS⚔️🛡⚔️The air tasted like copper and smoke. A victory, they called it. To me, it just felt like the end of something awful. I vaulted over the crumbling estate wall, my boots landing heavy on the blood-soaked ground. The last of the Council’s bastards were being dragged away, their faces a mixture of shock and defeat. Our guys, lycans and the Rivenborn, were moving like slowly, weary but alive. They had managed to slaughter and repel the soldiers that had managed to penetrate the inner estate grounds. The war was almost over.But I wasn't looking for victory. I was looking for them—Luna Emmeline and Alpha Darius.My eyes scanned the chaos, the bodies, the debris. Panic, cold and sharp, began to prickle at the edges of my control. I pushed through a group of our warriors who were tending to their wounded, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Alpha Darius? Emmeline?" My voice sounded foreign, thin.No one answered. They just looked at me with hollow eyes.And then I saw her.
Sold To The Feral Alpha CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND ELEVEN
EMMELINE♧♧♧♧♧♧He attempted to move his arm, to reach for me, but it flopped uselessly, a stark reminder of his weakening state. I grabbed his hand, fiercely, anchoring myself to him, pressing it hard against my cheek, desperate to feel his warmth, his life, his very presence.“You’re going to be okay,” I whispered, my voice raw with conviction. “You hear me? You’re going to see your son grow up. You’re not going anywhere.” I poured every ounce of my will, every ounce of my love, into those words, willing them to be true, willing them to become his reality.Callis was working with frantic speed, her hands already stained crimson, pressing thick cloths to the gaping wound on his side, trying desperately to stem the relentless flow of blood that pulsed rhythmically from him. She poured something over it that smelled like fire, a searing, medicinal alcohol that made Darius flinch, even in his semi-conscious state. “He’s losing too much blood,” Callis muttered, her voice tight with urgen
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