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7. The Numbness of Survival
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2026-07-05 01:55:06
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Sold To The Monster Alpha 37. The Agony of Twenty-Four Hours
Rosalie’s POVI expected the iron grip of the law to shatter my door within minutes. I expected the heavy, synchronization of vanguard boots to echo down the corridor, accompanied by an arrest warrant for high treason. I sat on the edge of my mattress for the remainder of that first night, my slate-grey gown still pristine, my eyes fixed on the bronze handle of the entryway.But the door never moved.The silence of the palace became its own psychological water torture, dripping steadily against my raw nerves. When the dawn sun finally broke over the capital, bleeding a pale, mocking pink across my ceiling, no one had come.A whole day rolled out before me, an agonizing, sluggish expanse of time that forced me to participate in the cruelest farce imaginable. Because the axe hadn’t fallen, I was still technically a finalist tribute. I was dragged through final garment fittings, forced to stand still while seamstresses pinned heavy, embroidered fabrics against my ribs. I had to endur
Sold To The Monster Alpha 36. The Shadow in the Corridor
Rosalie POVThe morning light filtering through the high, arched windows of the Crimson Wing felt entirely abrasive. I spent hours sitting stiffly at my vanity console, forcing my hands to remain steady as I went through the clinical, mechanical motions of rebuilding my armor. I brushed out my damp hair, twisted it into a tight, flawless knot at the base of my neck, and applied enough cosmetics to completely erase the bloodless, haunted hollows beneath my eyes. I chose a structured, high-collared gown of slate-grey wool—a color that felt as cold and unyielding as the logic dictating my movements.Internally, the frantic, suffocating panic of the previous night had settled into a dead, icy baseline. I was no longer a prey animal running from a hunter. I was a strategist calculating the exact trajectory of my own destruction.By the time I stepped out of my quarters, leaving a quiet, still-wary Gemma behind, my mind had thoroughly rehearsed the script. I knew the layout of the palace
Sold To The Monster Alpha 35. The Price of Protection
Rosalie’s POVThe heavy, hollow click of the receiver hitting the cradle sounded like the dropping of a guillotine blade. The dial tone was gone, but the venomous echo of Eric’s voice remained, bouncing off the pristine stone walls of my quarters, choking the air right out of my lungs.*If you take that crown tomorrow, I will have you killed before the coronation sun sets.*A violent tremor started in my knees and raced upward, turning my blood to absolute ice. The plastic of the telephone receiver felt slick against my palm, coated in the cold sweat breaking out across my skin. My chest heaved, taking in short, shallow gasps of air that did nothing to ease the suffocating pressure mounting behind my ribs.He knew. Word of the selection tiers had reached the Northern Frost, and the reality of what I had accomplished had driven him into a corner.A bitter, hysterical laugh threatened to tear past my lips, but it caught in my throat, tasting like bile. He thought I was doing this o
Sold To The Monster Alpha 34. The Shattered Threshold
Rosalie’s POV The vibration of his voice—that terrifying, low baritone—still hung in the sweltering air of the sanctuary, a physical pressure that seemed to rattle the very bones in my chest. *“Remember who owns the cliff.”* I sat perfectly rigid beneath the dense weight of the sable blankets, my fingers unconsciously curling into the plush fur. Every muscle in my body was locked, bracing against the sudden, violent shift in the room’s atmosphere. The transition was so abrupt it made my stomach turn; the blistering, raw heat of his bare torso was gone, replaced by a wall of sub-zero, royal detachment. Dominic stood tall at the edge of the mattress, his broad shoulders squared as he drew the cold, unyielding mask of the sovereign seamlessly back over his features. His gold eyes, which had burned with such desperate, unvarnished intensity while he held me through the dark, had narrowed into hardened, lethal slits.He looked exactly like the heartless tyrant the realm feared. The mons
Sold To The Monster Alpha 33. The Game of Frustration
Dominic’s POVRosalie’s lips pressed into a hard, stubborn line. She didn’t even hesitate. “No.”A spark of my dominant, ruthless self flared instantly in my chest, my inner wolf baring its teeth at the sudden defiance. I leaned forward, my large shadow casting over her as my tone turned commanding. “I am not asking, Rose. I am demanding it. Give me the name.”She didn’t flinch. She didn’t scream like she had last night. Instead, she lazily brushed it off, her eyes fixed on mine with a chilling indifference. “It’s not important. What will you do when you find out anyway?”The question caught me completely off guard, puzzling me. “What do you mean, *what will I do*? I will fucking make them regret the day they were born.”Rosalie let out a sharp, mocking breath, her eyebrows raising in an open challenge. “Why? For me? You just met me ten days ago.”The words struck my chest like a physical blow.*Ten days.*It dawned on me with a sudden, terrifying clarity. I had really only kn
Sold To The Monster Alpha 32. The Thorns We Bear
Dominic’s POVThe sudden, sharp shift of the mattress woke me the exact second the dawn fully broke over the horizon.My eyes snapped open. Cynthia—no, the girl wearing her name—was already sitting up beside me, her uninjured hand pushing the sable blankets away from her waist. We were so close our faces were nearly touching, the pale morning light illuminating every sharp line of her profile.I looked at her, my analytical gaze scanning her features, trying to read the shift in her aura. Was she going to scream? Was she going to slide back into the terror of the night before?But as she met my eyes, her expression instantly locked into place. The raw, bleeding vulnerability from the dark had vanished, replaced by that familiar, composed, unreadable mask. She was collected. She was completely pulling her old, fierce self back together right in front of my eyes.Without saying a word, she slid her legs over the edge of the mattress, letting go of my warmth as she tried to stand up
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