All Chapters of Sold to the cursed Alpha: The seer: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Susan’s POVI groaned as the tailors behind me tried to zip up my wedding gown.“It’s not moving?” I asked already getting impatient. We’ve been at this for a few minutes now.“Just a little more…” The tailor breathed heavily before I felt the gown hug me so tightly I fought for air. “All done!” The tailor clasped his hands his eyes raking over me in glee.“You look so beautiful, Susan.” He gushed.I forced out a smile, then turned to look at myself in the tall mirror before me.The gown was indeed beautiful.Silver embroidery shimmered across its white fabric. The gown was beautiful, yes, but its weight felt like a chain, each thread binding me to a fate I had never chosen. Every time I shifted, the gown hugged me tighter. A reminder of the bondage I was about to enter.I tugged at the corset laces, struggling for breath, when the door burst open.Ana rushed in, her dark braid swinging over her shoulder, her eyes wide with worry. At thirteen, she still carried the spark of innocence

Zara’s POV"Come at me!" I fisted both hands, one fist in front of me, my gaze pinned on Elara.I circled her, waiting for her to make the first move. She didn’t. She just stood there, chewing her bottom lip.Yeah. Something was definitely off.“Are you going to attack,” I asked, “or should we stand here until your boredom kills us both?”She blinked, like she’d forgotten we were sparring. “Oh. Right. Sorry.”We exchanged a few moves, sloppy ones, and the match ended embarrassingly fast. She surrendered before I could even pin her.That was when I knew it wasn’t normal moodiness. This was Rhys-related. It was always Rhys training her these days, even though she acted like she couldn’t stand him. Zane had joked that maybe they liked each other, and I’d brushed it off, but now… watching Elara stare into nothing like she was waiting for someone… Zane might not be wrong.Our spar hardly lasted two minutes before Zane strolled toward us from the guards’ section, shirt damp with sweat, woo

Sabrina’s POVDamon and I lay on the mat spread across the garden floor, the fruits beside us untouched because he had decided that teasing me was far more entertaining. His hand rested on my belly, as if he wanted to feel the life growing inside of me. He leaned close, whispering soft, ridiculous compliments that made me laugh even when I tried to keep a straight face.He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and asked quietly, “Do you think it’ll be a boy or a girl?”I smiled because the question had danced around my mind too, but I didn’t want to be the one to say it first. “It doesn’t matter to me,” I told him with a shrug. “I just want a healthy child.”He kissed me lightly, barely brushing my lips. “Don't worry, our child will be healthy. They have my blood after all.” he said immediately, as if saying it made it true.Regardless, my worries didn't falter. I knew he could feel how unsettled I was. His thumb paused on my stomach and he shifted to look at me fully.“What’s botheri

Sabrina's POVI ran to him and my bare feet barely left the cold floor as I threw myself against his chest. Immediately his arms were round me, strong and unyielding, my raging, scattered thoughts were for the first time, gone since I woke up.His scent, his warmth, it put me back on my feet in a kind of way I could not describe.I hid my face in his shoulder, and grabbed fistfuls of his shirt as if he would disappear on me again. “You came,” I said trembling. “You came back.”He pulled me close and his breath fell deep against my hair. “Always.”But as the relief swept over me I noticed the fringes of his garments, and some other dread crept up my throat. I drew away suddenly and took my fingers up his chest, and along his arms, tumbling about. I trembled and attempted to check whether he was bleeding or not.“I am all right,” Damon replied, holding onto my wrists. His voice was gentle but it didn't calm my fraying nerves. Nanny tessa had told me he was badly injured.“No,” I said,

Sabrina's POV"What the hell happened?” Damon arrived hollering. His voice blazed with worry but his eyes held deep worry as he ran over to my side and took me in his arms. I hadn’t even heard him arrive. Earlier I had mind linked him when Gianna turned to ashes. He had come faster than I thought possible. He stood between me and the ash, holding my trembling body close as he offered me comfort. From the distance, I saw Ian and Danielle ru Ning towards us. The news must've reached them.“I don’t understand,” I whispered, my voice still trembling. “How did a witch get inside the pack house?”Damon’s jaw tightened. His eyes flicked briefly to the ash, then back to me, scanning me from head to toe like he expected to find wounds blooming across my skin. “That’s exactly what I want to know.”Ian and Danielle arrived, their expressions darkening the instant they took in the scene. A few members of the pack house gathered as well, forming a wide circle around us, careful to keep their di