All Chapters of Sold to the cursed Alpha: The seer: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Damon’s POVSabrina had never spoken to me like that before. Her voice, usually soft, cautious, filled with warmth, had come out sharp, defiant, full of fire. It stunned me to silence. Even after she stormed off, the echo of her anger still lingered in the air, like thunder after lightning.It wasn’t just anger. I could feel it. It was everything she had been holding in, weeks, maybe months of frustration.I ran a hand through my hair, cursing under my breath. The tension in my chest wouldn’t leave. My own wolf was pacing restlessly, growling in frustration at how things had gone so wrong, so fast.When I turned, I saw Danielle standing in the corner, her eyes glassy and cautious. She must have heard everything.She walked over slowly, her expression a blend of pity and apology. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, reaching for my arm. “She shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. Especially not for my sake. I didn’t know she was the kind to disrespect you.”Her touch felt wrong. My body went s

Sabrina’s POVMy eyes widened the moment Ian’s words sank in. “What? When? How did you...where is he?” The questions tumbled out so quickly that I barely gave myself room to breathe.Ian laughed softly, shaking his head. “One question at a time, Sabrina,” he said, a teasing grin tugging at his lips.I folded my arms, tapping my foot impatiently. “Fine. When did you find out?”He glanced around, lowering his voice before motioning for me to come closer. I stepped forward, and he leaned in until I could feel his breath against my ear. “A few days ago,” he whispered. “But with Damon glued to your side every second of the day, I didn’t exactly have a window to tell you.”My heart leapt. I could hardly contain the rush of excitement that washed through me. Finally—a lead. After weeks of uncertainty, of not knowing whether Elder Walter was even alive, there was finally something to hold on to.“Where is he?” I asked again, gripping Ian’s arm.Ian’s eyes flicked around the training field. No

Sabrina’s POVThe moment our car rolled to a stop before the Black Hues Pack mansion, I felt my stomach twist into tight, nervous knots. Music and laughter drifted into the cool night air. Even before Damon stepped out, heads were already turning.Markus, our driver, quickly rounded the car and opened the door for Damon. He stepped out first, tall and composed, exuding an effortless power that made people instinctively clear a path. Then he turned toward me, extending his hand.The sight of him nearly stole my breath. The navy-blue suit he wore looked almost sinful under the light, perfectly fitted to his frame. His silver cufflinks caught the glow from the chandeliers above the entrance. He looked like authority carved into flesh.I placed my hand in his, and he helped me out with deliberate care. The moment my heels touched the ground, I could feel eyes on us—on me, more precisely. Conversations halted. A hush rippled across the entrance as we began to ascend the steps together.Eve

Sabrina’s POVI had never witnessed anger so beautiful till I had seen it in Damon.It wasn’t loud. Not at first. It was the type that tickled under the skin, a silent threat. His hand was set together, and through his suit I felt the violence there, coiled, waiting. The silence in the room had been as though a comprehension on its part that something primitive was to be unleashed.I reached for him. My fingers touched his hand in the back. It was as though holding a live wire.“Damon,” I said softly. “Let it go.”He didn’t move at first. His eyes, keen and cold, were directly upon the other fellow, Gerald, who was a type of Alpha who confused bulk with power. The crowd was murmuring around us, too frightened to look.Then, slowly, the jaw of Damon relaxed. There was a slow relaxation, an apparent withdrawal of the edge. It was as though he were a storm that was half-striking. The air became less sluggish, and people forgot how to breathe.But Gerald could not restrain himself. Men li

Author’s POV Gerald banged the heavy wooden door behind him and the sound reverberated in the dark room. Rapidly tapping his cane on the marble floor, he walked farther into the room and his face flushed with anger. The room was rich and full of velvet curtains, with the smoldering stench of jasmine and a deeper fragrance, the perfume of Amaria. She was dozing lazily on a velvet couch, legs crossed, her skin as fresh as though she had just come out of a spa. She smiled slowly, teasingly upward, and lost it on seeing his face. “What now?” she heaved a sigh and laid aside the book she was reading. Gerald’s jaw clenched. “Did you not know that Sabrina is the mate of Damon? That wretched Alpha has discovered his mistress. His curse will be broken!” Amaria yawned as if he had told her it was sunshine. She arose and extended her long limbs, then slipped on a pink silk robe that did little to cover her oiled body. Moving slowly, deliberately, and calculated to aggravate, her motions were