All Chapters of Sold To The Feral Alpha: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

DARIUS’S POV□■□■□■□■The moment the midwives started fussing over Valen—cleaning him, wrapping him in fresh clothes, cooing at his tiny golden eyes—I felt the first stirrings of relief wash over me. He was ours now, solid and alive in my arms, despite every dark shadow that had haunted my thoughts these past forty-eight hours. Valen stirred against my chest, a feeble cry escaping his lips that felt like the world’s best reassurance.I glanced up as Sylas burst into the room, his boots thudding against the wooden floor in a frantic rhythm. He looked like he’d sprinted a mile in half a minute, chest heaving, eyes wide with something between fear and urgency.He met my gaze and exhaled hard, the tension in his shoulders momentarily easing. “The moment I heard she’d given birth,” he said, voice rough, “I ran.” He clapped a hand on my shoulder, not gently—like he needed to confirm I was real, and Emmeline hadn’t somehow slipped away from me too. “Congratulations, Alpha.”I managed a tired

DARIUS ◇◆◇◆◇ The moment I stepped out of Emmeline’s chamber, the weight returned to my chest like a physical presence. I’d been basking in the simple joy of her waking and seeing our son again—just moments where the world slowed down. But it didn’t last. Never did. Sylas burst in, practically skidding around the corner. His usually steady gait was replaced by urgency, and I could tell immediately that things were dire. He didn’t even wait for a greeting before blurting it out. “Alpha,” he said, breathless. “Council troops—still out front. They’ve sent word: one day left. Three days are up. Surrender the child or we lose everything. They burn the gates at dawn tomorrow.” My head snapped up. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might break free. “How…? They’re still out there?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady, but my throat felt like sandpaper. “It’s been days. Hours of watching, waiting—” He cut me off. “They won’t wait any longer.” Sylas ran a hand

EMMELINE□■□■□■"No," I said, my throat still raw, my voice breaking. "You can't leave me again, Darius. Not now."Valen shifted in my arms like he could feel the panic clawing its way up my chest. I tried to hold him tighter, to keep the fear from reaching him, but it was no use. He was part of me. Part of Darius too."I have to protect you," Darius said softly. Gently. Like I might shatter at the wrong word. "And him.""We need you too. We need you here."I pushed myself upright on the bed, ignoring the burn in my muscles and the way my body screamed at me to rest. I’d been unconscious for gods know how long. But I was awake now. I was aware. And I wasn’t about to let him walk out that door without a fight."If something happens to you—"He knelt beside me, right at the edge of the bed. Close enough that I could feel the heat from his armor and the tension in his limbs."Nothing will," he said. "I promise. I’ve fought bigger wars with less reason to come home. But this—" he brushed

EMMELINE□■□■□■I couldn’t sleep. The night felt endless. Every second stretched out like hours. The weight of everything pressing down on me. I stood by the window, holding Valen close to my chest. His little body was unnaturally still, and his eyes... they were wide open, staring at nothing. I kept whispering to him, though I wasn’t sure if he understood."They’re trying to hurt us," I murmured, my voice low and shaky, the words barely a whisper. "And your father won’t let them. Even if it kills him."Valen blinked, his eyes heavy as though he was listening, but nothing else moved. I didn’t know if that comforted me or terrified me more.The door creaked open behind me, and Callis stepped inside. Her eyes were tired, but she moved with the same quiet strength she always had. “Still awake?”I nodded without turning around, keeping my gaze on the dark horizon outside. "I can’t feel him," I said, the words a crack in my voice. “It’s like he’s too far away... so far that I can’t reach h

EMMELINE□■□■□■I could feel the thundering of my own heart long before I finally heard the banging right outside the room. It started as a rat-a-tat-tat on the door, then grew into a savage assault—wood splintering, metal hitting wood, soldiers shouting demands I couldn’t fully hear. I clutched Valen against my chest, his small body tense and whimpering as if he felt the violence thrumming through the walls.We were just five of us crammed into this tiny room: me, Callis, two terrified maids, and a lone guard who looked about as confident as a mouse in a snake pit. My legs trembled so badly I sank to the floor against the wall, prayer on my lips for the Moon Goddess—my mother’s mother’s mother had taught me worship in whispers, and now I whispered to the moon itself with all the desperation in my soul.Moon of Night, I prayed, shine your light on us. Keep him safe. Bring him back to us.A fresh crash rattled the door hinge. Splinters drifted into the air like wooddust snow. Valen’s e