All Chapters of Traded to the Wolf King: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Amara POV I fight with all my might, kicking and trying to bite on the large arm pinning me across my chest against my attackers body. He lifted me as if I weighed nothing, as if I were merely a feather. I scratch along his arms, drawing blood from his skin and I know it causes him pain because he curses out at me before carrying me through the alpha house and unceremoniously dropping me onto the office floor. I’m left in such a daze from fighting him off that I didn’t notice there are four other figures in the room, sitting on the floor with their legs crossed. The almighty powerful alpha family…left in tatters on the ground, their tails all but tucked behind their legs. “You!” Catherine seethes out at me as I move to the door, just as the burly brute slams it shut. I try opening it but he is pulling it closed. With that exit blocked, I move to the windows, trying to open them but they are locked. “The keys…where are the keys?” I cough out, moving to the alpha desk des

Amara POV As soon as the door is closed, the ominous sound of the lock echoes out… my fingers gripping onto it tightly. It was pointless, a locked door would mean nothing to these men, but somehow it put my nerves at ease…slightly. I adjust the fur cover higher to cover my shoulders, the ice palace was just as cold on the inside as it looked on the outside. In front of me was a large sized bed…a bed that was the same size as my entire room in the attic of the alpha house that I grew up in. It was dressed in the bare minimum of bedding; in fact the entire design of the room was minimal. I press my ear to the door, holding my breath as I hear his footsteps lead away. I was alone. My arm, still throbbing with pain, is now seeping out puss…trying to fight off the lotion the doctor had soaked it in. This wound has been a part of me for as long as I like to remember. Opening one of the two doors in the room, I locate an ensuite, a gasp escaping me from the size an

Amara POV I haven’t slept, every time I tried, his amber intense eyes were all that I could picture. He told me I had nothing to fear, that I should feel safe here…but those eyes still had a coldness to them. Maybe now being here, I’m starting to understand that icy hostile exterior of his. The door may have been locked but that didn’t stop me from sitting on the floor in the corner of the room, knees tucked in to my chest. I didn’t feel safe here, no matter what he claims…I’ve trusted before… Everything is foreign to me here…the smells, the noises. In the early hours of the morning I could hear the house staff preparing for the day, my fingers twitched with the urge to go downstairs and assist them. That was my role in my father’s house, I was the house staff. I knew my place, my station within the Alpha household. Here, I don’t know what am I. I can’t surely be the luna; I may be marked by him….in his luna rooms…but… A knock on the bedroom door pulls me out

Erik POV “Do I need to check on him?” Estrid’s voice is a low whisper in the corner of her mouth, our eyes watching Finn as he lowers his body at Amara’s feet. “No, it’s settled. We move on.” I watch on as Finn’s head slowly moves down, revealing Amara’s new figure-hugging outfit as if I was undressing her with my eyes. I’ve only ever seen her in that tatty torn dress. I can feel my hands clench, my wolf pressing forward as he takes a glimpse for himself. His possessive growl rumbles in my chest, he didn’t like the thought of others looking at her...something I had never experienced before. With anyone. Next, she does something that I wouldn’t have expected, she places her hand on his head in an act of forgiveness, she forgives him. She’s meek, she’s weak…yet she’s showing that she can overcome her fears. She was terrified of Finn last night at dinner, trembling with fright….yet here she is willing to even be near him. I never take pleasure in punishing my o

Amara POV“Greta?” Estrid’s voice calls out from the main bedroom area, before she enters into the walk in wardrobe, finding both Greta and I. She stops abruptly, her cold eyes…like her brother’s, scrutinising my appearance. I can hear my own heart beating loudly, feel it thudding against my chest as I shrink under her glare…waiting for her to laugh, to tell me how terrible I look.“Amara…” I take a deep breath in to prepare myself, here it comes. I knew this dress was too much, I should have been more firm with Greta, should have spoken up more…trusted my gut.“…you look beautiful.”“I…really?” Her words stun me. There was no malice, no mockery…nothing like at home. “Yes.” She follows with a simple nod, before she tears her eyes away from me, to speak to Greta.That was it, back to business. “Go get dressed.” She orders at her cousin before moving deeper into the room and taking a seat on the dressing stool. They couldn’t be more different, Greta was all warmth and positivity, w