All Chapters of Sold To The Feral Alpha: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

DARIUS■□■□■□I was in my meeting room, staring at half-finished reports, when the horn blew again—three sharp notes that rattled every bone in my body. My heart thudded. No one used that signal lightly.I bolted upright just as I noticed the main entrance burst open. A squad of five warriors filed in, armor clinking, axes at their sides. And behind them, an old woman—stooped, white hair in a loose braid, eyes milky and unfocused. This meant only one thing. They have sent another messenger.Their cloak soaked with rain, mud on their boots, and urgency written all over their faces. Whoever this was, he wasn’t like the other messengers they sent before. He didn’t just come bearing words. He brought an envoy—five warriors from the Northern Highlands and something far worse: a seer from the Council.The kind the Council only sends when they're done talking and want to rattle your soul instead. They didn’t wait for permission to enter. Just marched onto the estate grounds like it was the

DARIUS■□■□■□The room was dim, lit only by the fire crackling in the stone hearth. I stood over the map table with Dawson, my beta, and Sylas, our estate’s head of security. Neither of them looked at me directly. That told me everything.“They’re whispering now,” Dawson said quietly, as if the walls might overhear him. “Some of the elders think Emmeline should be handed over to the Council. Before it’s too late.”I didn’t even look up. I just stared at the map, at the marked perimeter, the routes the guards were cycling, the danger points. My hand clenched on the table.“So they’re ready to trade her life for peace of mind?”“They’re scared, Darius,” Dawson said, his voice a little firmer now. “You can’t blame them entirely. A child with an awakened wolf still in the womb? That’s... unheard of. And dangerous.”I finally looked at him. Held his gaze until he glanced away.“I was scared too,” I said. “Still am, if we’re being honest. But fear is no excuse for betrayal.”Sylas shifted,

DARIUS□■□■□■Callis dumped everything onto the room table like she'd just raided an ancient library and barely made it out alive. Books, scrolls, dust-covered leather binders, a stack of yellowed maps, and something that looked like a fucking drawing made in blood."Alright," I said, arms folded. "Let’s hear it."Callis didn’t even blink. She pointed to a torn page from some old record book. "The Fellblood theory? It's bullshit. I got it wrong the first time. Emmeline’s bloodline isn't connected to the Fellblood. The baby’s power doesn’t come from there either. It’s older. Cleaner. It comes from a line no one talks about anymore. The Rivenborn."I raised a brow. "Rivenborn? Sounds like a made-up story to scare pups.""No. That’s the thing. They were real. Very real. They weren’t monsters. They were guardians, protectors. Strategic as hell, stronger than most, and with instincts that bordered on precognition. They felt danger before it arrived. Could adapt mid-fight, change tactics, e

EMMELINE□■□■□■It started like any other dream—hazy edges, muffled sounds, that strange weightlessness like I was floating through someone else’s memories. But this one turned fast.My child stood in front of me. Not a baby anymore. Maybe six or seven. Too still. Too silent. And those eyes—black. No whites. Just void. Bottomless.There was blood on their hands.Dripping. Thick. Red.And behind them... a battlefield.Wolves.So many.Dead.Some ripped in half. Some burnt. Some with their throats slashed open like they hadn’t even seen it coming. I didn’t know if I was supposed to scream or throw up.But I did neither.I just stood there, frozen. Watching this... this thing that came from me, turn slowly. Their voice was hollow. Flat."They came for you."I jerked awake with a scream so loud I felt my lungs collapse in on themselves.The door slammed open. Darius was there in a heartbeat, shirt half off, eyes wide and wild. "Emme!"I was already sitting up, clutching the sheets to my c

EMMELINE□■□■□■I walked to the edge of the forest again, alone this time. Darius had made sure of that. No guards, no shadows watching from behind the trees. Just me. And her. Or, I hoped, her.The air was thick. Like the forest knew something I didn’t. Like it was holding its breath. Every step I took made the silence louder. I stopped when the trees started to crowd in, their roots twisting under my boots. I waited.Then she came.The small dark wolf. Same sharp eyes, same stillness. Her fur rippled in the wind that wasn’t there.I didn’t speak at first. Didn’t move either. Then I said, quietly, "I know what I carry now."She stared at me. Still and unblinking. And then, like a thread snapping, she shifted. One blink and there she was–in her human form. Young. But calm in a way that made me feel like I was the child here, not her."I am Nara," she said. Her voice was soft but it carried like wind through dry leaves. "And you carry what was lost."I frowned. "What does that mean? Wh