All Chapters of Sold To The Feral Alpha: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

EMMELINE♣︎♣︎♣︎♧♣︎♣︎♣︎Ugh, these silver robes felt like they weighed a ton. Every step they made me take felt like dragging myself through thick mud. Weak and tired didn’t even begin to cover it. I was running on fumes, and those fumes were mostly made of sheer stubbornness and the tiny spark of hope that Darius would somehow, someway, find me.They shoved me into this room in the Estate that Kaelen had turned into his creepy ritual chamber. Firelight danced on the walls, making everything look all shadowy and ominous. And there he was, Kaelen, standing there like he owned the damn place, waiting for me. My stomach churned. I tried to keep my face blank, to not let him see how terrified I was, but it was hard. There were other men in the room with him, big and burly, and their presence just amplified the fear that was already clawing at my throat.Kaelen looked at me, a smug look on his face that made my blood boil despite my exhaustion.. “See? I told you she’d come willingly.” He sm

DARIUS’ POV★★★☆★★★My eyelids felt like they were glued together with dried blood and sweat. Every inch of my body screamed in protest as I tried to shift, but a soft weight on my arm stopped me. Emmeline. Her head was resting on the edge of the bed, her dark hair spilling over the white sheets. She looked so damn tired, but her grip on my arm was tight, like she was afraid I’d disappear if she let go.A wave of guilt washed over me. She shouldn’t have had to go through this. It was my job to protect her, and I’d almost failed. The memory of Kaelen’s sneering face and the cold steel of his blade flashed in my mind, followed by the searing pain in my side. I clenched my jaw, the anger bubbling up inside me despite my weakened state. That son of a bitch would pay.I managed a weak cough, and Emmeline’s head snapped up. Her eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, widened with relief. “Darius!” Her voice was hoarse, barely a whisper.“Hey,” I croaked, my throat feeling like sandpaper. “You okay?” St

DARIUS♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎My side still ached like a son of a bitch, but I couldn't just sit around feeling sorry for myself. Not when there were still threats lurking out there. I called a meeting with Sylas and the strongest warriors in the pack. We gathered in the war room.“Alright,” I started, my voice still a bit rough, but firm. “We need to talk about security. Kaelen was an inside threat, and we dealt with him. But his buddies out there…” I clenched my fist. “We can’t underestimate them. They helped him plan this, they probably expected him to succeed. They might try something else.”Sylas nodded, his expression serious. “Agreed, Alpha. We’ve increased patrols around the Estate borders, and we’re keeping a close eye on anyone who might be connected to Kaelen.”“Good,” I said. “But we need to do more. I want double the guards on the Estate grounds, day and night. Every entrance, every exit. I want eyes everywhere. And I want a rotation schedule so no one gets complacent.”“Understo

DARIUS♠︎★♠︎★♠︎★Today was the day. The day Kaelen finally paid for what he did. For what he tried to do to Emmeline. My blood boiled just thinking about it. The entire pack had gathered in the clearing, a grim silence hanging in the air. They dragged Kaelen out, and even though he was covered in blood and bruises, the bastard was still smirking. That smirk… it made my fists clench so tight my knuckles turned white."Kaelen," Sylas’s voice boomed, echoing through the tense crowd. He read out the list of Kaelen’s crimes – the betrayal, the attack on Emmeline, the attempt to usurp my position. Each word felt like a punch to my gut. When Sylas finished, he looked at Kaelen, his eyes hard. "Do you have any last words?"Kaelen’s smirk widened, if that was even possible. He looked straight at me, his eyes glinting with malice. "Yeah, I do. Darius, you pathetic excuse for an Alpha. You think this changes anything? You think killing me makes you strong? You’re still the same weakling who coul

EMMELINE’S POV♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧I tried. Honestly, I really tried to act like everything was normal. Like the shadows didn't seem to cling to me a little tighter these days. I even went for a walk, just like I used to. Remember those days? When a stroll through the pack lands would actually clear my head, make me feel… better? Yeah, those were the days. Now, every rustle of leaves, every hushed conversation felt like it was about me.I was halfway through the usual path, the one that winds past the training grounds and towards the garden, when I heard it. Just the faintest murmur at first, like the wind whispering secrets. But then it got clearer, sharper. It was coming from near the laundry shed, where a couple of maids were usually busy. Curiosity, and maybe a morbid sense of self-punishment, made me stop. I crept closer, hiding behind a thick oak tree, and listened.“Honestly, I still think she’s the reason all of this happened,” one of them said, her voice low and laced with something th