Semua Bab Sold To The Feral Alpha: Bab 121 - Bab 130

DARIUS★☆★☆The moment Emmeline told me what those two brainless hens had said, something inside me snapped. Pure, unadulterated fury. They dared to question her? They dared to speak ill of her in my pack? They clearly hadn’t learned a damn thing.“Stay here,” I told her, my voice low and tight. I saw the worry in her eyes, the way she reached out to stop me, but I was already gone. I needed them to understand, to truly understand, who Emmeline was to me and what their place was in this pack.I stormed through the packhouse, my command echoing through the halls. “Everyone! Gather in the main hall. Now!”The flurry of activity that followed was immediate. Wolves, young and old, stopped what they were doing and headed towards the main hall, their faces a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. They knew that tone. They knew when the Alpha was pissed.When everyone was assembled, the hall was packed, the air thick with anticipation. I stood on the raised platform, my gaze sweeping over ev

DARIUS POV◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆“Sylas, you see anything out of the ordinary?” I asked, my voice low as we walked the perimeter of the Estate. There was a thick tension in the air that I couldn’t shake. Kaelen was gone, finally rotting in the ground where he belonged, but the snake had shed its skin, leaving behind a bunch of venomous little shits who still believed in his twisted cause. They were planning something, I could feel it in my gut, and I wasn’t about to let them catch us with our pants down. Not again.Sylas, my right-hand man and a brother in all but blood, scanned the dark with his usual hawk-like gaze. “Nothing yet, Darius. But the men are on edge. They feel it too.”“Good,” I said with a grunt. “Make sure they stay sharp—eyes wide, ears alert. Every single tunnel leading here needs to be under watch. Don’t forget how I slipped in back then… like a ghost.” I let out a dry chuckle. The tunnels had once been my secret weapon. Now, they could just as easily be used against me.We st

DARIUS POV◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆I was dead asleep, finally managing to drift off after the tense day we’d had. Emmeline was curled up beside me, her breathing soft and even. For a few precious hours, the worry had receded, replaced by the simple comfort of having her close.Then all hell broke loose.A bloodcurdling yell ripped through the night, followed by the unmistakable clang of metal on metal. My eyes snapped open, my senses instantly on high alert. Emmeline stirred beside me, her eyes wide with fear.“What’s happening?” she whispered.“We’re under attack!” I shouted, throwing the covers off. There was no time for explanations. I grabbed my sword, which I always kept within reach, and raced towards the door.The sounds of fighting were getting louder, closer. Shouts, the clash of steel, the thud of bodies hitting the ground. Kaelen’s bastards. They weren’t wasting any time.I burst out of our room and into the hallway, which was already swarming with guards, their faces grim and determined.

EMMELINE’S POV■■■■■□□□■■■■■The way Seraphine looked at him… it was subtle, almost imperceptible to anyone who wasn’t me. But I saw it. The slight tilt of her head, the lingering in her gaze just a fraction too long. And the way she spoke to him, her voice a little softer, a little more… sugary than it was when she addressed anyone else. It made my teeth grind.They were in the war room again, poring over maps spread across the large table. The dim light of the oil lamps cast long shadows, making the atmosphere feel even more secretive. I’d been trying to distract myself with needlepoint in the corner, but my fingers kept fumbling with the thread. Every now and then, a laugh would drift my way – Darius’s, usually, prompted by something Seraphine had said. It was a casual laugh, the kind he used with his friends, with his commanders. But it still felt like a punch to the gut.Jealous? Maybe. A little. Okay, maybe a lot. It wasn’t just about Darius, though. It was about the way she was

DARIUS◆◆◇◆◆This whole Seraphine situation was giving me a bad feeling in my gut, a real gnawing one. I called a small meeting, just the people I trusted most: Seraphine herself, my beta Dawson…the guy's got my back no matter what… and Sylas, our head of intel.Seraphine started laying it all out, talking about Kaelen's allies, these rogue packs that were itching for a fight. She named names and gave details about who was leading them. Honestly, she sounded convincing, like she knew her shit. But something about her… it just didn't sit right. Maybe it was Emmeline's words echoing in my head, planting seeds of doubt."So, these packs," I started, leaning forward on the table in my study. "You're sure about their involvement?"Seraphine nodded, her eyes earnest. "Absolutely, Alpha. These are the ones Kaelen has been grooming for years. They're loyal to him, waiting for his command… and now, they can't wait to take revenge for his death."Dawson, ever the logical thinker, chimed in. "An