All Chapters of Sold To The Feral Alpha: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

MICHAEL’S POV★☆★☆★☆★☆★This was beautiful. Absolutely fucking beautiful. I stood a good distance away, close enough to feel the heat radiating off the flames, far enough to be safe from any stray arrows or desperate lunges. The estate, or whatever shithole the Lycans had been using as their hideout, was going up in smoke. Literally.The flames danced and writhed, licking at the night sky, turning the darkness into a grotesque orange glow. I could hear the crackling and popping of the wood, the frantic yelps and screams of the Lycans trapped inside. It was music to my ears. Sweet, sweet vengeance.While Darius was busy playing king back at his estate, trying to deal with those spineless Alphas, I was putting my real plan into action. The little drama in the hall had been a nice distraction, a way to get Darius focused on his own problems while I took care of his little pet project.He was so predictable, so blinded by that damn girl. He probably thought the Lycan bitch had run back to

DARIUS★★★★★★The grand doors of the banquet hall loomed before me, and I pushed them open, the heavy wood groaning in protest. Blood. So much fucking blood. It was all over me, a grim reminder of what I'd had to do. Behind me, Sylas grunted, carrying Michael's limp body like a sack of potatoes. The sight hit the Alphas gathered inside like a punch to the gut. Their eyes went wide, some paling, others narrowing in disbelief. My guards, the loyal and trusted ones, fanned out, blocking every exit. No one was going anywhere.Sylas dumped Michael's corpse in the center of the polished floor with a sickening thud. A collective gasp rippled through the room. Some of the softer Alphas turned away, their faces contorted with malice. Others, the ones who’d been itching for a fight, just glared at me, their eyes burning with hate. Let them.I took a step forward, the silence in the hall thick enough to choke on. "Michael is dead," I announced, my voice cutting through the tension. Each word fel

DARIUS’ POV☆☆☆★☆☆☆Emmeline was curled up in my arms, her head resting right over my heart. I could feel her breath soft against my chest, and it was the most calming feeling in the world. I just kept stroking her hair, letting my fingers run through the soft strands. Oh my… she felt good in my arms. Like she belonged there. Like she was always meant to be there.After a while, she shifted a little, her eyes finding mine. They were so damn beautiful, those eyes. Full of fire and softness all at once.“Darius?” she whispered, her voice a little husky.“Yeah, love?” I replied, my thumb tracing the curve of her cheek.“Have you… have you ever thought about taking a wife again?” she asked, her gaze searching mine. “After… after Lydia?”The question hit me like a punch to the gut, even though I knew it was coming eventually. Lydia. My mate. Gone too soon. It had been years, but the pain still lingered, a dull ache in my soul. I hadn’t even considered another woman. Not even for a second.

EMMELINE’S POV♧♣︎♧♧♣︎♧♣︎♧♧♣︎♧Okay, this was officially the most awkward silence of my entire life. I sat in one of the leather chairs in Darius’s office, my gaze fixed on the intricate patterns in the rug. Anything was better than looking at him right now. I could feel his eyes on me, heavy and intense, and I knew he was just as messed up in the head about all this as I was.So many thoughts were swirling around in my brain, it felt like a damn tornado. Kaelen. My… other mate? How was that even possible? And what the hell were we supposed to do about it?“You won’t entertain this,” Darius finally said, his voice low and firm, cutting through the silence.I finally looked up, meeting his gaze. His eyes were dark, possessive, and a little bit scared, if I was being honest. “You’re mine, Emmeline.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement, a declaration.I exhaled slowly. “I know, Darius.” Of course I knew. He had marked me. We were bonded. We were having a baby together. There was no

EMMELINE☆☆♣︎☆☆Kaelen sat across the small table from me, his eyes calm, almost too calm, as he took a slow sip of his coffee. Me? My hands were sweating, even in this chilly little place he’d chosen for our… meeting. I’d finally tracked him down, cornered him even, and now that I was here, my tongue felt like it was glued to the roof of my mouth.“Well?” I finally blurted out, the silence stretching on for way too long. “I came here to talk, Kaelen. And you’re just… sitting there.”He finally lowered his mug, his gaze meeting mine. There was a weariness in his eyes, a kind of tired resignation that I hadn’t seen before. It made my stomach clench.“And what exactly is there to talk about, Emmeline?” His voice was quiet, almost a whisper. “I’ve tried talking to you plenty of times. You weren’t exactly receptive.”My jaw tightened. He wasn’t wrong. Every time he’d tried to approach me, I’d brushed him off, told him to leave me alone. But things were different now. Everything was differ