All Chapters of Sold to the cursed Alpha: The seer: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Damon’s POV I stared at Amaria, my eyes narrowing. “So this is where you ran to,” I said coldly. “After fleeing like a headless chicken.” Amaria didn’t even look offended. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into a careless smile. “I just did what I had to do to survive,” she said lightly. My gaze shifted past her. Gerald stood a few steps behind her, watching everything unfold with a smug expression on his face. His arms were folded, his posture relaxed like he was enjoying every second of this. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then I said flatly, “So you joined hands with Amaris.” Gerald’s smirk widened. Before he could answer, Sabrina stepped forward beside me. “I knew you were evil,” she said, her voice trembling with anger. “I knew you were vile. But I never imagined it would be to the extent of joining hands with this evil witch.” Amaria let out a small laugh. “Oh?” she said mockingly. “Now that you’ve discovered your little powers, you want to

Damon’s POV Sabrina hesitated for a second before trying to mirror what she thought I meant. She lifted her hands and spread her feet, but the moment she settled, I could already see the flaws. Her balance was off, her shoulders too stiff, her weight unevenly distributed. Under normal circumstances, I might have laughed. But there was nothing amusing about this moment. “Relax your shoulders,” I said instead, keeping my tone even. “And don’t lock your knees. You need to stay flexible.” She adjusted, trying again. It was still not right, but it was a start. “Now,” I continued, “throw a punch.” She blinked, clearly unsure. “At you?” “Yes.” Her brows pulled together. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Despite everything, that almost made me smile. “You won’t,” I said simply. “Go on.” She drew in a breath, stepped forward, and threw a punch toward my chest. It landed, but it was so light I barely registered the impact. My body did not even shift. She pulled her hand back and looked

Sabrina's POV The paper slipped in my hand, and this time I couldn’t even hold onto it. My fingers felt weak, unsteady, like they didn’t belong to me anymore. Everything around me blurred, my thoughts scattering in a way I couldn’t control. The only thing keeping me grounded was Damon’s arm around me, firm and warm, holding me in place like I might fall apart if he let go. I tried to make sense of it, I really did, but my mind just wouldn’t cooperate. Ian. Caleb. My brother. The words echoed in my head, but they didn’t settle. They didn’t feel real yet. Damon’s voice came softly beside me, calm and steady in contrast to the storm inside me. “When we went to Walter’s house,” he said, “when his wife told us the child was taken to a Beta family in Blackthorn… it clicked for me.” I swallowed, forcing myself to listen. “But I wasn’t sure,” he continued. “I needed to be certain before I told you anything. I couldn’t risk giving you hope if I was wrong.” My grip tightened on his shirt

Sabrina’s POVI was running.Branches whipped against my arms, cutting thin lines across my skin, and thorns tore into my legs until I could barely feel where the blood ended and the mud began. Every part of me screamed to stop, but I couldn’t. I didn’t even know why I was running anymore—only that I had to get away. Away from the castle. Away from them. Away from him.My lungs burned with each breath, my chest heaving like I had swallowed fire. I stumbled over a root, caught myself against the rough bark of a tree, and clung to it, trying to steady the trembling of my hands. My heart felt like it would break through my ribs. The music from the celebration was gone now, swallowed by the silence of the woods. Even the castle of Alpha Jules’ pack was no longer in sight, just an echo in my mind—the laughter, the clinking of glasses, and then… his voice.Sabrina is my mate.The words replayed in my head, loud enough to drown out everything else. My stomach twisted until I felt sick. I sli

Zane’s POVI pinched the space between my brows, gritting my teeth as I listened to the rubbish these miserable elders were spewing. Their words droned on and on, chipping away at what little patience I had left.I shouldn’t have let Zara go alone. I knew she could handle herself—she always could—but that didn’t mean I enjoyed sitting here on this damned throne, pretending to listen to their so-called counsel while my mind drifted to where she might be. If I had gone with her, I would at least be sure she was safe. Instead, I was trapped here, surrounded by men who didn’t deserve to speak her name.“It has been a week, Alpha,” Elder Rowan said, his tone sharp enough to sound opposing, yet still wearing a veneer of respect. “A week, and not a single word from your Luna. You expect us to believe she’s still negotiating?”I met his gaze and said nothing. I had long understood that Zara could handle her own battles, but in moments like this, I wanted to use one of these scoundrels as a sc