All Chapters of Sold To The Feral Alpha: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

EMMELINEThe forest had a way of making you feel small. A way of making you feel like you were just another part of its sprawling, untamed life — insignificant in the grand scheme of things. But today, I wasn’t going to be the prey.I was the predator.Few months ago, my entire family was killed before my eyes, treated just like one of the animals in this forest.Today, I would have the chance to exact my revenge.The air was crisp, the scent of damp leaves and earth filling my lungs as I moved through the dense forest. I wasn’t here for the sport like the others. I wasn’t here for fun.I was here to hunt.Not for birds, not for boars, not for bears.I was here for something far more dangerous.The rules were simple—birds were worth five points, boars twenty, and bears fifty. Most of the participants stuck to the easy prey, aiming for birds to rack up quick points without much effort. A handful of the braver ones had gone after boars. But me? I had my own prey in mind.I gripped my b

EMMELINEDarius won the hunting games today. Of course, he did.Apparently, he had won it multiple times over the years, and from the way the other Alphas were gathered around, admiring the dead bear like it was some legendary trophy, you’d think he had just slain a god.I exhaled slowly, watching him from a distance. He was awesome, I had to admit. And not just because he had won the stupid hunting games… again. But because he had saved my life and I should probably be more than grateful. I sighed, picking at a loose thread on my robe. If he had been even a second late, I would have been nothing more than bear food. I shuddered, the image of that bear’s snarling face flashing in my mind. I didn’t want to think about it. It was like something out of a nightmare. A nightmare Darius had pulled me out of. My arrows barely did anything to that beast, and it was charging straight at me when Darius appeared with his gun and—boom—dropped it like it was nothing.I glanced over at him agai

EMMELINEThe room was dark, except for the dim glow of the lantern flickering in the corner. The scent of strong liquor lingered in the air, mixing with the faint smell of burning wood from the dying fire.I sat on the edge of Alpha Jeremy’s massive bed, my fingers gently tapping against my knee. The room was cold, but I didn’t shiver. I didn’t feel anything. Not the chill. Not the nerves. Not even the anticipation.I was just waiting.Outside, the sound of drunken laughter echoed through the halls. The men were celebrating. Drinking, dancing, losing themselves in the chaos of the night. The guards? They were useless. Too drunk to stand, let alone patrol. It was almost too easy to slip inside unnoticed.Midnight had passed.He should be here any moment now.I glanced toward the door, my heart steady, my mind sharp. This was supposed to be a night of fun. His night of fun. But it will be his last.The door swung open suddenly, slamming against the wall.Jeremy stumbled in, his boots dr

EMMELINEThe days after the hunting festival felt strange. Tense.Darius barely spoke to me, and when he did, his words were short, clipped, and carefully measured. I knew he was mad at me. I knew he was pissed that I had taken matters into my own hands, and I could see it in the way he moved, in the way his jaw tightened every time he looked at me. He was angry because I had risked everything by killing Jeremy.But I didn’t regret it.Not for a second.The man was a monster. A ruthless bastard who had slaughtered my kind like they were nothing. If I had the chance, I’d kill him all over again. Slower this time.I had taken my revenge, and though it wasn’t nearly enough, it was a start. A piece of the justice I had been craving for years.Still, Darius's coldness was getting under my skin.That morning, we sat across from each other at the dining table, the silence stretching so long that the sound of cutlery scraping against plates felt deafening. I stared at my barely touched food,

EMMELINEWe had managed to convince him to trust us. I could tell it was hard for him to wrap his head around the truth. I could see the wariness in his eyes, the way his body remained tense even after we explained everything. When I told him who I really was—Princess Emmeline, daughter of King Carrington—his whole body had stiffened like I’d struck him.For a long moment, he just stared at me, his expression unreadable. Then, as if the weight of the world had finally caught up to him, his shoulders slumped, and he let out a breath.“You’re… You’re really her?” His voice was hoarse.I nodded. “I swear it.”His wife had burst into tears the moment the words left my mouth. She covered her face with her hands, sobbing uncontrollably, her body shaking. The little girl clutched at her mother’s dress, wide-eyed, confused, and scared.“She’s alive… The princess is alive…” the woman whispered through her sobs.Darius and I had led them back to the cabin we rented for the night. It wasn’t muc