Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sold to the Rogue Sovereign : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Thalia's POVThe scent of raw meat hit me before I even saw the small carriage.The stench was thick and suffocating, a mixture of blood and decay that made my stomach churn.What on earth was this putrid stench?My steps slowed, and I bit my lip, forcing myself to keep walking.Luka didn’t seem affected in the slightest, which was crazy because the stench coming from that small carriage made me want to empty everything in my system.A chubby man stood beside the carriage, his round belly stretching against his stained apron.He was probably a chef.He had a broad face, red from the heat of the kitchen, and small, sharp eyes that scanned us with mild interest.“Greater Luka,” he greeted, his voice gruff. Then, with a wave of his hand, he motioned to the carriage. “As usual, these are the meals for those beasts.”My gaze flickered toward the cart. Blood pooled at the bottom, mixing with dirt.Piles of raw meat, some still with fur clinging to the flesh, were stacked high. Some of the a

Ronan's POVThe air outside Erethorn’s Cave was damp with the scent of earth and blood, thick with the remnants of a battle that had nearly cost us our lives. My body still ached from the wounds I’d sustained, but none of it compared to the agony that burned through my mind.Erethorn.My beast mount.I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms as I replayed it all over again.The battle.My sword stabbing through Lysandra's abdomen, her blood blossoming from the wound to stain her ethereal robe as it hauntingly dripped down toward the floor.The moment Valeria had turned their fear into fury, rallying their people to hunt me down like a rabid beast.A normal reaction, seeing as I had literally gutted her priestess when she had done nothing but accept me into their midst with open arms.We had been outnumbered—horrifically so.Erethorn and I had fought like madmen, cutting down anything that stood in our way, but it hadn't been enough.The Lyravha warriors had been relentless, fu

Ronan's POV Thalia rose on shaky legs, her breath uneven, her arm clutching the wound where the rogue had slashed her. She winced, her face contorting in pain, but she kept her head down as if she were afraid to meet my gaze. I was staring at that wound before I even realized it, my jaw tightening. The scent of her blood soured the air, and something dark, something wrong, curled in my chest. A snarl ripped from my throat before I could stop it. I needed to leave. Needed to get away from her before my instincts made me do something I shouldn't. Something I wouldn’t be able to take back. I dragged my gaze away from her wound, exhaling sharply. "Get that patched up." The words came out harsher than I intended, but I didn’t correct myself. Instead, I turned my fury onto Luka. The bastard still stood there, watching Thalia like she was something delicate, something precious. I hated him for that. But... there wasn’t much I could do. I couldn't show my displeasure,

Thalia's POVI winced as a sharp pain rippled from the wound on my arm.Healer Mari worked swiftly, her hands moving with the confidence of someone who had done this a thousand times. She crushed another set of herbs between her fingers, mixing them with a thick salve that smelled sharp and earthy.“Hold still,” she murmured, dipping her fingers into the mixture and pressing it against my wound.I flinched as the cool paste met my torn skin—a stark contrast to the earlier burn of the golden liquid. It still stung, but not nearly as much. A strange tingling sensation spread through my arm, followed by a soothing numbness that dulled the worst of the pain.I let out a shaky breath. “That… actually helps.”Mari hummed. “Of course it does. You think I’ve been doing this for decades just for fun?”A small smile tugged at my lips despite the ache. She worked quickly, wrapping my arm with fresh bandages, her movements gentle but firm. Slowly, the pain faded further until it was nothing more

Thalia's POVThe impact was brutal.Garret’s entire body jerked, a strangled, high-pitched squeal ripping from his throat.His face contorted in agony as his hands shot down to cradle his groin. His breath came in ragged gasps, his knees buckling beneath him.Again!I didn’t think.Didn’t hesitate.I curled my fingers into a tight fist and swung.My knuckles crashed into his face with a sickening crack.Garret’s head snapped back, a choked grunt leaving his lips as he crumpled sideways, momentarily stunned.I scrambled off the bed, my pulse hammering wildly. My legs felt weak, unsteady, but I forced myself to move—run.I lunged for the door, fingers fumbling with the handle. The moment it yanked open, I bolted.And slammed right into a solid chest.Large, steady hands caught me before I could stumble. A familiar scent—warm cedar and something crisp, like fresh air—wrapped around me.“Luka.” My voice came out small, shaking.I didn’t even realize I was trembling until his arms came ar