All Chapters of Sold to the cursed Alpha: The seer: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Damon's POVI was staring at the book lying on the floor, its leather cover was already cracking from the spine given how often I’d gripped it. It looked so harmless sitting there, but every page seemed like a wound. Every line was my darkness. I had written it in the quiet hours when sleep refused to come, when my thoughts were louder than my heartbeat, when I wished for the kind of silence that only death could give. All of it, my despair, my loneliness, my longing to disappear, was right there, in black ink. And now Sabrina had seen it.The image of the way her face looked when she realised what it was disturbed me heavily. Her eyes were wide and pained. Her hand trembling before she shoved me. That tiny sound she made, that was not quite a gasp, and not quite a sob, before she turned and left, haunted me. She had looked at me like I was a stranger.“Fuck!” I yelled. I slammed my fist into the cupboard and the wood cracked under the force. I barely registered the sting in my knuckl

Sabrina's POV I hadn’t been feeling well ever since I saw Damon’s diary. The things he wrote, the way he bared his soul… it left a weight in my chest that I couldn’t shake. I tried keeping busy, burying myself in chores, cleaning every corner of the pack house, organizing the library again and again. Anything to keep my mind from wandering back to him. But the moment I allowed myself to rest, even for a second, my thoughts inevitably returned to Damon, and I had to find something to distract myself. All the while, someone was always checking up on me—Nanny Tessa, the girls, even the kitchen staff. Their eyes lingered too long sometimes, their worry obvious. And somehow, I had forgotten about Freddie—the boy who had been trying to win my favor for days now. He had first approached me two nights ago, at the left wing where my room was. He told me he’d been looking for me for a while and that he hadn’t seen me in days, growing worried. I told him I was fine, but he didn’t listen. He

Sabrina's POV “Fuck.” The word came out from Damon, low and rough, and my whole body shivered. My eyes widened when I realised what had happened, I had brushed against him, against his hardness straining under his clothes. The kiss we shared deepened instantly, his mouth hot and hungry on mine. Something made me bold in that moment. My hand moved almost on its own, sliding lower until I held his dick. I caressed it gently, testing, uncertain. Damon moaned and pulled away his mouth from mine, his chest heaving, eyes gone dark with hunger. I blinked up at him, feigning innocence, though the blush forming in my cheeks betrayed me. “What?” I whispered softly, as if I hadn’t done anything at all. But Damon wasn’t fooled. He looked at me like I was a meal, like he might devour me whole if I so much as breathed wrong. The intensity in his gaze sent heat straight to my stomach. “All through this time,” I murmured nervously, “you’ve always been the one making me feel good.” My voice shook

Damon's POV Sabrina lay on top of me, her chest rising and falling as fast as mine, both of us panting hard. My body still hummed with release, every nerve in me stretched thin but satisfied. As sloppy as her mouth had been, as hesitant and trembling as her hands were, it had been one of the best I had ever had in my life. Maybe it was because it was her. Maybe it was because for once, I hadn’t felt like a cursed creature clawing at the edge of despair. The release had been powerful, almost blinding, dragging me out of the black hole I usually lived in. I brushed her hair back from her face as she lay limp on me, her head tucked against my chest. “How do you feel, little mouse?” I asked softly, the corners of my lips tugging upward despite myself. Her voice was muffled, faint, but I caught it. “Fine.” I smoothed her hair, content just to hold her weight. She shifted, almost as if she were gathering courage, and then she said my name. “Damon.” I hummed in response, still playing w

Sabrina's POVI sat in Damon’s room with my legs curled beneath me. He had promised he would not be long, but each tick of time felt endless. In the silence of his room, I couldn't help wonder who is mate was. He told me I knew her. Who could she be? No matter how much I thought, I just couldn't place my fingers around it.But it was good news right? His mate was here, we could find a way to break his curse. But that also meant, if my vision were to manifest, Damon might die as his curse won't protect him anymore.Thinking of it made my throat run dry. I sighed, pressing my palm over my chest as if to still the restless ache. Water. My throat felt like a desert. Rising, I padded softly down the dim hallway, each step echoing faintly in the quiet house.The kitchen greeted me with darkness and a single stream of silver light from the moon spilling in from the window. I poured a glass of water, the sound filling the stillness, and brought it to my lips. The coolness slid down my thro