Sold To The Feral Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

EMMELINEIt had been a day since Darius locked me in this damn room.I sat on the cold floor, knees pulled to my chest, staring blankly at the wall. My eyes were swollen from crying, and my throat was raw from screaming. Nobody had come to check on me, not even to throw a scrap of food my way.I was so tired—tired of everything.“Why am I even here?” I whispered to myself, my voice breaking.You’re stronger than this, Cara said in my head, her voice softer than usual.“Am I?” I shot back, bitterly. “Look at me, Cara. I’m a prisoner. A damn puppet for him to use whenever he wants. What’s the point of living if this is my life?”She didn’t answer.My gaze landed on the glass bottle sitting on the table. It would be so easy—just one sharp blow to the edge of the table, and it would shatter. And then I could end this miserable life of mine with just a cut at the right place. I stood, my legs shaking as I reached for the bottle. My hands trembled as I held it, my reflection distorted in t

EMMELINEI stood outside his door, my heart pounding so loudly I thought it might give me away. The knife felt heavy against my back. I had tucked it under the thin waistband of my panties. I adjusted the transparent robe I’d stolen from one of the closets. It barely covered anything, but that was the point. To seduce him. The more distracted he was, the closer I could get.This was the night. I had one job—kill him. Nothing else mattered.I took a deep breath and pushed the door open. Darius looked up from his seat by the window. His eyes widened slightly when he saw me, his gaze locking on my transparent robe and the body beneath it. I could feel his eyes linger. I shut the door softly behind me and let the robe slide off from my shoulders, dropping around my feet. I stood there in nothing but my panties, my arms hanging loosely at my sides to seem unbothered, though my heart was thundering in my chest.He didn't say a word, just leaned back in his chair. His jaw tightened as his

DARIUS“Alpha, she is not in her room,” the guard said, his voice shaking as if he knew how much trouble this news would bring him.I set my glass of whiskey down, my fingers tightening around it until I thought it might shatter. “What do you mean, she's not in her room?” I growled.“No one has seen her, Alpha,” he stammered. “We’ve checked the immediate quarters. She’s… gone.”For a moment, I just stared at him, my mind working overtime to process what he’d just said. Gone? How the hell had she managed to pull that off?“Get the rest of the guards,” I ordered, my voice cold and clipped. “Search the estate. Every hallway, every damn corner. Don’t come back to me unless you’ve found her.”He nodded quickly and practically sprinted out of the room like his life depends on it—which, honestly, it might. I was left alone with my thoughts.Fifteen minutes later, the same guard came back with a group of others. Their faces were pale, and they looked like they’d rather be anywhere but here.

DARIUSDawson kept talking about trade deals, alliances, and some shipment plans, but I wasn’t paying attention. I sat in my chair, staring at the papers on my desk without really seeing them. Every now and then, I’d nod like I was following along, but honestly, I wasn’t. My head was somewhere else entirely.It was on her.Molly.The girl who had tried to kill me twice. The girl who somehow survived things most people wouldn’t. And now, she was here—alive, bold as ever, and still looking at me like she wanted me dead."Alpha?" Dawson’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts."What?" I blinked, realizing I had no idea what he’d just said.He frowned. "I was asking if you wanted to approve the shipment for the southern border.""Yeah, sure. Do whatever you think is best," I muttered, waving him off.He raised an eyebrow. "Is something wrong? You seem... distracted."I sighed, leaning back in my chair. "I’m deliberating on something. I think it's best if you come back later."Dawson paused

EMMELINEI wiped my face with the back of my hand. My eyes were puffy, my throat sore from crying. Hours had passed since the mess in the garden, but the tightness in my chest hadn’t let up. I hated this place. I hated Darius. And I hated myself for being here.But damn, I was starving.I should go check the kitchen for some snacks. It was almost midnight.Grumbling, I slipped out of my room. The Estate was dead quiet, the kind of silence that would make your footsteps sound like thunder. I crept toward the kitchen, hugging the walls like some thief in the night.When I got to the door, I heard voices.“Have you noticed how strange the Alpha’s been acting lately?” one voice whispered.“Oh, absolutely. That girl must’ve done something to him,” another replied. “She’s not just some regular slave. She’s probably a witch and must have charmed him.”My blood boiled instantly. A witch? Really?“Think about it,” the first woman said, her voice dripping with disdain. “Why else would he give h