Semua Bab Sold to the cursed Alpha: The seer: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Sabrina’s POV A pained moan escaped my throat as my back collided with the wall, his grip around my neck tightening. “Wh—what are you…” I choked out, my voice barely escaping as I was overwhelmed with the powerful aura radiating from him. I looked into his dark eyes, and my words were stuck in my throat, my mind blank, my entire being filled with fear. “Shh. Don’t speak,” he whispered, leaning his face close to mine. “Just look at me.” He tightened his grip around my neck, not enough to suffocate me, but enough for me to stay still and get lost in his eyes. This strength, this power that he has, his aura. He’s the Alpha, isn’t he? “A-Alpha Damon?” I stammered, quivering under his piercing gaze. I had forgotten the reason Anne came to my room this morning. She had told me Alpha Damon had asked for me. My mind didn’t register that information. He suddenly smiled, noticing that I recognized him, and released my neck. “Took you a moment,” he chuckled deeply and opened the

Sabrina’s POV “What?” I muttered, eyes wide open. My gaze drifted to Logan, who stood frozen when he heard Damon’s words. “Alpha Damon!” Elena stood up in protest, slamming her hands on the table. She looked like she couldn’t believe what she had just heard. “Do you want her head also?” Damon asked me, his gaze locked onto mine, his face unreadable. What was this? I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. The hairs on my body stood on edge as goosebumps spread across my skin. In that moment, I didn’t feel fear or nervousness. It was something else…an emotion I couldn’t quite place. Tears stung my eyes, but I quickly blinked them away. “I don’t,” I muttered, my voice shaky, my gaze returning to the food in front of me. Did he actually want to kill them for me, or was this just another one of his twisted games? I mentally slapped myself. My thoughts were running too wild. This man was sick. It was all for his own sinister pleasure. “That’s a shame,” Damon said slowly. He picked

Sabrina’s POV (TW: Attempted rape) This Alpha was sick! I took a few steps backward, trying my best not to retch at the gory sight before me. “Tch tch,” Damon clicked his tongue, shaking his head in mock disappointment. He then turned to his beta. “She doesn’t like it, Ian. Clean it up,” he ordered, then glanced at me with a teasing smile before leaving. I stood there for a moment, still not believing that a man who had been alive moments ago now lay before me in a pool of his blood. “Why aren’t you leaving?” I looked up to find Ian’s gaze fixed on me, his eyes empty and hollow. “I… I was just leaving,” I stuttered, scrambling out of the interrogation room. I went straight to the kitchen to find everyone there, back to their business. “Why are you shaking like a drenched rabbit?” Anne asked, but I ignored her and headed straight for a jug of water. I chugged it down hastily and finally felt like I could breathe again. “Sabrina!” I turned my head to the door to see E

Damon’s POV “Alpha Damon!” Elena screamed from the door, but she didn’t dare come near. “Alpha Damon, please! Don’t kill him.” Elena’s shrilling screams bounced right off my back. My wolf was maddened with rage, and he took control. I could hear Logan’s bones crushing under my punches. My fist collided with Logan’s face more times than I could count, his face disfigured and swollen from my attack. His screams grew faint and turned into gurgled grunts; now, he barely managed to lift his arms to block my blows. “Ple… please…” Logan pleaded weakly, looking at me in shock. His pleas increased, but they bounced right off my ears as I never registered them. I grabbed a fistful of his hair, ignoring the pathetic whimper that escaped him, and yanked him off the floor like he weighed nothing. Then I tossed him across the room. He landed right in front of Sabrina. I finally looked at her. Her lips parted slightly as she stared at me in horror. Our eyes met, and the look in her eyes wrecked

Sabrina’s POV It was past midnight. I held my bag close to my torso as I tiptoed out of my room. The pack house was pitch black, except for the moonlight that filtered in through the windows. I moved as stealthily as I could, afraid to make any noise that could alert people. I got to the living room and scanned the area. No one was in sight, but that didn’t stop me from still feeling nervous. I could hear my own heartbeat, and I feared others could too because of how loud it was. The pack house was so silent you could hear a pin drop. No one was in sight, but it felt like I was being watched. The feeling got under my skin and forced bile up my throat. With one hand to my mouth, I navigated my way around the pack house and finally got out. The night air slapped me hard on the face once I got out, the cold wind ruffling my hair in its wake. My eyes watered from the blaring wind, but the cold felt better than the heat of fear I’d been trapped in. Outside was eerily quiet. I stood