All Chapters of Sold To The Feral Alpha: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

EMMELINE□■□■□■□■Something felt wrong before I even opened my eyes. It was like the air had weight. Like I was being watched. My whole body tensed, and I knew—without knowing why—that the world had shifted while I slept.I woke to a strange tension in the air, like something pressing down on the estate. Distant howls echoed through the early morning mist, unsettling and unfamiliar.I pushed off the sheets, barefoot as I crossed to the balcony. And that’s when I saw them.Wolves. At least forty. Silent. Still as statues at the edge of the forest, their glowing eyes locked on the estate. Not rogues. No, rogues don’t hold that kind of posture. They were Rivenborn.My heart picked up speed. I grabbed the balcony rail like it would hold me together. But between them and the estate gates, standing like a goddamn wall, were armed council soldiers. Dozens of them. Shields up. Their weapons were drawn. Ready for war.And right in front of them, like he’d just stepped out of a nightmare to fa

EMMELINE¤▪¤▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎¤The pain had dulled just enough for me to breathe. Barely. Like someone turned down the volume on it but left the ache humming in the background..Thanks to the herbs Callis had given me. I opened my eyes slowly, blinking against the soft flicker of candlelight.Darius was sitting by the window, shoulders tense, eyes fixed on the dark beyond the glass… staring out the window like he was waiting for something—or someone. The broken moon pendant lay on the nightstand, catching the glow of the flames."They're coming," I whispered, my throat dry and cracked.He didn’t hesitate. His head snapped toward me, eyes sharp with worry. "I know."I gripped the sheets, my knuckles going white. "I can feel him. He's coming."The ache in my belly twisted sharp, like a knife trying to tear me apart from the inside out. I gritted my teeth, willing the pain to back off even more. My breath hitched.Darius was at my side in seconds, brushing sweaty hair from my forehead. "Callis

CALLIS’S POV◆◆◆◆◇◆◆◆◆Blood. Fucking everywhere. It was like a red river flooding the room. My heart slammed so hard I thought it would burst out of my chest. But there was no time for panic—not now. Not when Emmeline was fighting for her life.“Get me the towels!” I shouted at the midwives, my voice sharper than I wanted, but it had to be. One of the midwives stumbled over, hands shaking as she passed them to me. The other hovered by the herbs, completely frozen. Useless.“More towels! More damn towels!”They scrambled, panic flashing in their eyes, but no one dared stop.Emmeline lay there, pale as death, shaking like a leaf in a storm, her body wracked by waves of pain. She was pushing with everything she had, but the blood was flowing too freely, too fast. This wasn’t normal. Babies don’t come this way. Not this soon, not with this kind of violence.She let out a low moan, barely conscious, her face pale, lips dry. Her eyes fluttered. I could see it—she was dying."No. No, no, no

CALLIS’S POV¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤Time seemed to stretch and contract in the birthing chamber, each second pulsing with the wild energy of life about to burst forth. The air felt thick, almost electric, as if every molecule were charged with anticipation. My heart hammered in my chest, and I moved with the urgency that only someone who has watched another flay themselves open from the inside can know.“Push, Emmeline,” I said, my voice firm even though my own pulse thundered in my ears. I leaned over her, pressing a cool cloth to her forehead, hoping it would help steady her in this moment of desperation. She was weak—so goddamn weak—her arms shaking, sweat slicking her skin. Two days’ worth of labor had drained her, but she refused to quit.She clenched her teeth, her body arching against the sheets as a contraction squeezed her ribs tight. Her eyes fluttered, and I caught a glimpse of fear mixed with determination. I shoved aside any thought that she might not make it. Not now. Not after ev

CALLIS’S POV◇◇◇◇◆◇◇◇◇The fight wasn’t over. I knew that. Every fiber of me screamed that the war outside those walls was gathering moment by moment—Council soldiers pressing forward, Rivenborn wolves ready to strike. But my fight, right then, was there, in that small chamber, fighting a battle of blood and magic for Emmeline’s life.I hurried back to the table where I stored my herbs, my kit already half-dismantled from what I’d used moments ago. Bark root, silverleaf, dried moon petal—all laid out like a surgeon’s instruments. I rummaged for what I needed, crafting a stronger infusion of silverleaf, mixing it with ground bone ash. My fingers trembled, but I forced myself to be methodical. Emmeline’s life depended on it.A soldier’s shout echoed in the hallway: “They’re almost here!”My heart stuttered, but I didn’t break stride. I tightened the jar of silverleaf paste, slid it into my pocket, and gathered the bark root wrapped in cloth. I tucked the lozenge of moon petal balm into