All Chapters of Sold To The Feral Alpha: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

★▪︎EMMELINE▪︎★The morning sun felt like a warm blanket as I stepped outside onto the stone path. It had been a while since I just... walked. Really walked, not just dragging my feet around a room or down a hallway. My legs felt a little shaky, like they'd forgotten how to work properly after so much time spent either passed out or confined to bed. Darius was beside me and his presence was solidly comforting. He kept his pace slow, matching mine without making a big deal out of it, which I appreciated. The garden was more beautiful than I remembered, manicured and bursting with color – vibrant roses, neat hedges, little fountains bubbling softly. It was peaceful, almost ridiculously so, after the chaos of the past few weeks. But honestly, I was just happy to breathe the fresh air without feeling like I was about to collapse or be attacked. It felt like a small victory."Feeling better?" Darius asked gently. He glanced down at me, his eyes full of a quiet concern that made my chest ach

●★EMMELINE★●The crackling fireplace usually made the main hall feel cozy, like a warm hug after a long day. But tonight, something was off. The air felt… different. I walked in, my hand instinctively going to my belly, a habit I’d picked up since the little one started making their presence known.Darius was there, huddled with a group of Alphas I didn’t recognize. Three of them, all men, their faces serious as they listened to whatever Darius was saying in that low, rumbling voice of his. They were seated in a semicircle, the firelight dancing across their features, making them look like ancient kings holding court. As soon as my shadow fell across the entrance, their heads snapped up. Years of ingrained pack etiquette had them on their feet in an instant, a show of respect that still felt a little weird, even after all this time.One of them, older, with a beard streaked with silver that made him look distinguished, stepped forward. His eyes, though, they weren’t unkind, just… sear

●★DARIUS●★That evening, Emmeline and I were sitting by the fire in our chambers. She was reading, her expression soft in the firelight. I was ostensibly going over some pack reports, but my eyes kept drifting to her. To the slight curve of her belly, a curve that was growing every day.She closed her book and looked at me, a small frown on her face. “Darius? Is everything alright?”I forced a smile, trying to keep it light. “Yeah, sweetheart. Everything’s fine. Just… thinking.”“You’re restless,” she said, her voice quiet but firm. She knows me too well. “More than usual. And the guards… there are more tonight. And they look tense.”Damn it. Busted.I put the reports down, walked over to her, and knelt beside her chair. I took her hand, rubbing my thumb over her knuckles. Her skin was warm, soft. It grounded me, just holding her.“Just being cautious,” I said, choosing my words carefully. “Been some… whispers. Nothing concrete. Just want to make sure you’re safe.”I didn’t mention th

★●EMMELINE’S POV●★We talked for a while longer. About the physical changes, about the emotional roller coaster. She offered some practical advice, but mostly, she just listened. And that felt incredibly good. To have someone, someone important like Callis, treat me with such warmth and understanding. It was a stark contrast to the fear I’d felt before she arrived.After she left, I felt… calmer. More grounded. Like maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t completely alone in this bewildering journey.But then, later that afternoon, something happened that shattered that feeling of calm. I was walking down a hallway, heading back to my room, when I overheard voices from an adjacent study. The door was slightly ajar, and I recognized the voices of two staff members. I wasn't trying to eavesdrop, honestly. But their words… they stopped me in my tracks.“Did you hear?” one of them whispered, their voice low and conspiratorial. “About the groups forming outside the borders?”My breath hitched. *Outsid

★☆★EMMELINE★☆★The exhaustion hit me like a rogue wave, not the usual tiredness I’d grown accustomed to with this pregnancy. This was heavier, a bone-deep weariness that settled in my marrow and refused to budge. I was just walking back from the kitchens, thinking about what I could stomach for lunch, when my knees nearly buckled. If it hadn’t been for the wall, I’d have probably ended up face-planting on the stone floor.Darius was by my side in an instant. "Emmeline! What is it? Are you alright?" His voice was tight with worry, his big hands already steadying me."I... I don't know," I mumbled, leaning heavily against him. "Just so tired, Darius. Like, ridiculously tired."He didn't waste any time. Before I could protest, he’d scooped me up into his arms – bridal style, the whole nine yards – and was striding towards our chambers. "Anastasia. Now," he barked at a passing guard, who scurried off without a word.Anastasia arrived, her usual calm demeanor a slight comfort, though the l