All Chapters of Sold To The Feral Alpha: Chapter 231 - Chapter 237

DARIUS🎱🎱🎱The estate, for the first time in what felt like an eternity, was finally quiet. Not the oppressive silence of dread, but the quiet hum of a world settling, breathing out a collective sigh of relief. The Gathering had passed, the last of the allied Alphas had departed, their promises of future support still fresh in my mind. Even the damned council, for once, had gone quiet. It was an unnerving calm, like the eye of a storm, but I’d take it. By the goddess, I’d take anything that wasn’t another bloody fight.I stood on the western wall, arms crossed over my chest, the fresh scars on my ribs still a dull ache beneath my shirt. My gaze swept across the familiar landscape, watching the patrols change shifts below. Their movements were crisp, efficient, a testament to the renewed discipline and purpose that had settled over my pack—not fear or desperation.A familiar shuffling sound behind me, followed by a slight shift in the air, told me Sylas had climbed the stairs to joi

DARIUS🎱🎱🎱Two moons. Two whole moons had passed since the Gathering, and sometimes it felt like two lifetimes. The initial, fragile peace had deepened, settled into something more substantial, more real. The estate, once a fortress humming with frantic anxiety, now resonated with the sounds of life. Most importantly, it resonated with the sound of Valen.And he moved, too. Crawling. He was everywhere, a small, determined tornado of baby energy, trying to claw his way towards everything he wasn’t supposed to touch. The decorative carvings on the coffee table, the flickering flames in the hearth, the stack of important, very breakable, parchments in my study – nothing was safe. He gripped with a strength that was frankly unsettling for a baby his age, his tiny fingers latching on with an iron vise. He was more advanced, faster, stronger than any baby I’d ever seen. It was fascinating, terrifying, and deeply, profoundly prideful, all at once.One morning, the proof arrived, a little

EMMELINE⚪️⚫️⚪️⚫️⚪️I spotted Sylas just past the garden wall, walking towards me with someone new. My curiosity immediately sparked. It was a woman, tall and strikingly beautiful, moving with an easy grace that spoke of confidence.“Emmeline,” Sylas greeted, his usual gruff demeanor softened just a touch. “Someone I want you to meet.” His gaze flickered between us, a hint of something shy, almost hopeful, in his eyes.The woman extended her hand without hesitation, her smile warm and genuine. “Rhea, Luna,” she introduced herself, her voice clear and strong.“Emmeline,” I replied, shaking her hand firmly. Her grip was strong, steady. I immediately recognized the subtle aura of a Lycan, powerful and grounded. A thought, a very obvious one, clicked into place. “Are you and Sylas… together?” I asked, a playful grin tugging at my lips.Rhea’s smile widened, a hint of blush rising on her cheeks. “Yes,” she confirmed, glancing briefly at Sylas, who shifted his weight, looking uncharacterist

EMMELINE⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️I was walking through the garden, enjoying the crisp morning air, when I saw Callis. She was heading towards the main gate, a small leather bag slung over her shoulder, a rare sight. My steps faltered, my heart giving a small, surprised jolt. Callis rarely left the estate unless it was for urgent medicinal supplies.“Vacation?” I asked, a smile tugging at my lips, unable to hide my surprise and a genuine spark of delight for her. It was long overdue.Callis stopped, a faint, almost shy smile touching her usually stoic face. “Apparently,” she said, her eyes meeting mine, a hint of something resembling relief in their depths. “Finn’s idea. Said I needed to ‘reacquaint myself with not being on duty.’” She rolled her eyes, but there was a warmth there. “I’ll be back, Emmeline. Don’t let the estate burn down while I’m gone.”I laughed, a warm, genuine sound. It was good to see her like this, even if it was fleeting. “No promises, Callis,” I teased back, shaking my head. “