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Chapter 74: The Past
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Sold to the Devil Chapter 75: Shifting Truths
Emilia sat on the edge of Dante’s bed, her gaze fixed on the moonlight spilling in through the wide window. The room was silent except for the occasional rustle of leaves brushing against the glass. Her hands trembled slightly as she clasped them in her lap. She had returned to his room right after the conversation with Dante, Luka, and Mara—her head buzzing, her chest heavy with questions.Nothing felt real anymore.A few months ago, she had been an ordinary girl living under the harsh rule of her stepmother Vanessa. Her world had revolved around simple worries—keeping her sister Alissa safe, surviving the bitterness of their home, and hiding her dreams. Now, she was being told she was the child of a legendary witch and a powerful werewolf. A hybrid. A prophecy.Her breath caught as she remembered the dream—the woman with sorrowful eyes, her hands outstretched in protection, and the massive werewolf snarling behind her. At the time, it had felt like a nightmare. But now…Could that h
Sold to the Devil Chapter 74: The Past
Emilia sat in silence.The room was still, cloaked in the warm light of the setting sun that streamed through the tall arched windows. Dust motes floated lazily in the golden rays, as if the world itself had slowed down, waiting for her to breathe.She hadn’t said a word since Mara brought her in. Luka sat across from her, elbows resting on his knees, glancing at her from time to time. Mara stood near the door, arms crossed, her sharp eyes flicking between the two of them.But Emilia’s thoughts were elsewhere—still replaying the moment over and over.The man’s hand reaching toward her… Mochi's tiny body flying forward… the way her scream had felt like it had split the air in two.She wrapped her arms around herself and closed her eyes.“She’ll be alright,” Luka offered softly.Emilia didn’t look at him. Her gaze remained fixed on the pale tiles at her feet.Then the door opened with a soft creak.Dante entered, his footsteps deliberate but gentle. Emilia looked up at once, a spark of
Sold to the Devil Chapter 73: The Heiress Returns
The silence was broken by the soft crunch of gravel beneath expensive heels as a sleek, obsidian car pulled up to the estate’s entrance.Seraphina stepped out, her long coat billowing in the wind like a cape. Her sunglasses hid her bloodshot eyes, but her poise was intact—elegant, commanding, untouched by grief on the surface. She carried herself with the grace of a queen returning to her court, though the air around her was colder now, sharper.Behind her, an assistant rushed to unload her bags, but Seraphina barely acknowledged her presence. Her eyes, icy and resolute, scanned the estate with purpose.Gone was the playful charm she used to wear like perfume. The deaths of her parents had changed everything. Her world had crumbled, her safety net obliterated. And in the vacuum left behind, her family’s status among the noble werewolf houses had begun to falter. Allies were suddenly distant, the other Alphas growing bold in her father's absence.But she had a solution—one Dante Calhou
Sold to the Devil Chapter 72: The spark within
She opened her eyes and looked around. The room was empty except for a small bundle of fur curled at the foot of her bed. Mochi.Emilia smiled gently. “You’ve been here the whole time, huh?”The cat stirred, blinking lazily at her before hopping off the bed. “You needed rest,” she said in her tiny voice, tail flicking. “You’re stronger when you’re not running on fumes.”“Strong,” Emilia echoed with a soft huff. “I don’t feel strong.”Mochi tilted her head but said nothing.Emilia stood and walked to the door, her bare feet padding against the cool floor. “I just need some air,” she murmured, mostly to herself.Mochi silently followed.The hallways of the estate were unusually still. No guards, no servants bustling past. Just golden light pouring through tall windows and the faint rustle of wind outside. Emilia walked slowly, her mind cluttered—still grieving Ivy, still aching for answers, still trying to adjust to the idea that she wasn’t ordinary.A creak echoed behind her.She turne
Sold to the Devil Chapter 71: Lurking in the Shadows
The scent of parchment, aged books, and faint cologne mingled in the air as Dante walked into his study. Mara stood beside him, her arms crossed, while Luka paced the room, tension stiffening his broad shoulders.“We can’t keep this from her forever,” Luka said, halting mid-step. “The witches are active again. If Emilia hears it from someone else—”“She’s barely come to terms with werewolves existing,” Dante interrupted, his voice low and restrained. “Throwing more truth at her now would do more harm than good.”Mara spoke calmly, but her words were firm. “She has a right to know. If the witches are planning something—and if Emilia is truly who we suspect—then hiding it won’t protect her. It’ll only make her more vulnerable.”Dante’s jaw tightened. He turned to face the window, watching as a pair of guards passed silently through the courtyard below. “You think I don’t know that?” he muttered. “She’s finally sleeping, eating a little… She’s lost her friend, she’s confused, grieving, a
Sold to the Devil Chapter 70: A Morning of Quiet Promises
Emilia stirred from her nap, stretching slightly as she sat up in the massive bed that now belonged to her. The plush comforter slid down her arms, and for a brief moment, she simply sat in silence, blinking the sleep from her eyes. Everything still felt surreal—this room, the silence, and most of all, the knowledge that Ivy was gone.Dante had told her she no longer had to serve—that she should rest, recover, and take care of herself. So she had. But sleep hadn't brought much peace. Her mind unknowingly went to thoughts of Ivy’s laughter, Lyra’s cheerful chatter, and the screams from the night of the attack.The knock on the door was soft but distinct. Before she could respond, the door opened slightly, and Dante stepped in.He paused when he saw her sitting on the edge of the bed, her hair tousled from sleep, her eyes distant.“You’re awake,” he said gently, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.She nodded slowly. “I didn’t sleep very well.”He walked over and sat beside
Sold to the Devil Chapter 69: Fractured Loyalties
Celeste paced the length of the rug-covered floor, her heels clicking in rhythmic agitation. Marcello stood by the ornate fireplace, arms crossed tightly, his face pale with worry."Do you think he knows?" Marcello asked for the third time, voice strained and cracking with fear.Celeste stopped pacing and turned sharply to face him, her expression stormy. "Of course he knows. He didn’t call that meeting for nothing. The way he looked at you—Marcello, he knows or at least suspects. You handed the witches an invitation to destroy everything."Marcello flinched. "I didn’t mean for Lillian to die. It was supposed to be a diversion. Just something to make Dante look unfit, weak. They promised it wouldn’t go that far."Celeste's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "You were foolish to trust witches. And now your sister is dead, our standing in the pack is crumbling, and Dante’s eyes are on us. Do you understand what you’ve done?"His mouth quivered. "I didn’t mean to. I didn’t think—""Ex
Sold to the Devil Chapter 68: Council Meeting
The sun barely peeked over the treetops, casting long shadows across the estate. The atmosphere was thick with tension, so palpable it seemed to settle like fog on the shoulders of every person present. By midday, the great hall of the estate was filled with Alphas and Betas from various werewolf packs, all summoned urgently in the wake of the tragedy that had turned Seraphina's party into a massacre.Emilia stood near the far end of the room, just behind a marble column, watching the proceedings with wide eyes. Despite everything Dante had told and shown her, a part of her was still struggling to accept it. Werewolves. Real ones. Not from books or films, but living, breathing beings now sitting before her, discussing retribution and loyalty like politicians from another world.The circular table at the center of the hall was surrounded by figures exuding authority. Dante sat at the head, his expression unreadable. Beside him stood Luka, his Beta and right hand, arms crossed, ever wat
Sold to the Devil Chapter 67: Hidden amongst Us
The room was silent except for the ticking of a clock on the far wall. Emilia sat near the window, her fingers nervously tracing the fabric of her sleeve as the late afternoon light filtered through the curtains. She had been waiting all day, sitting quietly in Dante’s room, a place that still felt foreign and unfamiliar despite the hours she’d spent here.The heavy wooden door stayed firmly closed, and the hours dragged on with no sign of him. She had cleaned, rearranged the room, and even tried to lose herself in a book — but her mind kept drifting back to him.Where was Dante? Was he okay?She sighed and looked down at Mochi, who curled up on the velvet chair beside her, purring softly. The little cat was the only comfort in the quiet stillness.Emilia leaned her head against the cool glass of the window, watching the shadows stretch and deepen outside as the sun dipped lower.Her heart fluttered suddenly as footsteps echoed down the hall.The door creaked open slowly, and Dante st
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