All Chapters of Sold to the cursed Alpha: The seer: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Sabrina's POV“Kill him! Kill him and it’ll all be over.”Amaria’s voice grated through the air, sharp and mocking, the kind of voice that pierced bone. She laughed after, a shrill, hysterical laugh that scraped along the walls of my skull.I saw myself sitting in the corner, knees drawn close, arms limp at my sides. My eyes were hollow, unfocused, as though someone had reached into my chest and stolen all the pieces that made me human. I wanted to move. I wanted to scream. I wanted to rip myself free from whatever invisible hands bound me. But my body didn’t answer.Amaria walked toward me with deliberate, unhurried steps, her black dress dragging lightly against the ground. Her smile was cruel, her eyes feverish with triumph. In her hand, she held a knife, its hilt glittering with a purple rhinestone that seemed to pulse with dark energy. She extended it toward me, and my hand rose—slow, mechanical, as if pulled by unseen strings.“No! Don’t take it! Don’t take it!” I shrieked, tear

AUTHOR’S POV (Two days ago) Danielle seethed in the dark, the stone walls pressing in like a judge. Damon had thrown her into the dungeon without a word about how long. That alone was an insult. That, and the fact she had been humiliated in front of others. After everything she had done for him. After everything he had done for her. How could he treat her like this, she thought. After all she had sacrificed, after everything—there was another woman. Who was she? The smell hit her then, a putrid, rotten scent that crawled up from some hidden corner of the cell and lodged behind her teeth. It made her stomach turn. She pounded the bars until her knuckles ached and hollered for the guard. The door banged open and a man in the guard’s livery appeared in the slit of light. He wore a mask. Danielle spat her anger at him without restraint. “What is that smell?” she demanded, voice sharp and raw. “Do you have any idea what you have locked me in with? Answer me.” The guard wavered. He stam

Amaria’s POV THE PRESENT DARK CREST PACK (ALPHA GERALD’S PACK) **** "Silly old man." Amaria whispered to herself, a satisfied smile was plastered on her lips as she watched her reflection in the table mirror before her. She was wearing a satin dress, long enough to pool beneath her legs and loose enough that you can see her cleavage. She leaned forward, tracing her cheek bones and admiring how smooth and youthful her skin was. That's just how powerful the werewolf blood was. It was almost comical just how much youthfulness and beauty she could steal from both humans and werewolves, almost as if they existed solely to keep her flawless and her plans alive. Behind her in the big room, was Gerald. He paced restlessly, his sound of his walking stick against true floor, grating her ears. His eyes were sharp as several calculations ran through his mind. "Can you stop pacing around Gerald," Amaria hissed. "You're distracting me." She then went back to admiring herself in the mirror

Damon's POVI hadn’t known Sabrina was carrying such thoughts in her heart. Greenville? The very idea made my wolf growl in resistance. That was not happening. I wouldn’t let her out of my sight again.With Amaria gone and Gerald moving his pawns with that sly cunning mind of his, I couldn’t risk it. That bastard had too many tricks hidden up his sleeve. If Sabrina left, she wouldn’t just be in danger, without her, I’d be defenseless where it mattered most. Because without her, I was nothing.I got up from the bed and lowered myself to the ground before her, taking her trembling hands gently into my own. Her tears wet my fingers as I brushed them away, the liquid on her hand piercing my soul. To see her cry this way because of me…I could barely stand it.“I would rather die in your hands,” I whispered, my voice hoarse, “than watch you die because of me.”I meant every word. I had sworn long ago to protect her, and no vision, no threat, no prophecy could change that. Greenville or not,

Damon's POVI sat behind the mahogany desk in my study, swirling in my swivel chair wuth a pen rolling in between my fingers. I looked at the document before me, reading the proposal closely. The Whie fangs pack wanted to harvest on our pack farm, and is offering Precious stones in return.Seemed like a fair trade. While I was considering the proposal, I heard a knock on the door.Ian stepped in, his posture rigid as he bowed to me. "These documents need your approval alpha," he said dropping a stack of files on my desk. He has been avoiding me since the time I threw Danielle into the dungeon. He turned immediately to, clearly intending to leave without saying another word to me.I signed, pinching the space between my brows. “How long are you going to be like this, Ian? You know it had to be done.”He stopped, his hand hovering over the doorknob, and slowly turned back. “Leaving her in that cruel place for too long is unfair, Damon. She’s a loyal Gamma, and you’re treating her lik