All Chapters of Sold to the Devil : Chapter 71 - Chapter 75

The scent of parchment, aged books, and faint cologne mingled in the air as Dante walked into his study. Mara stood beside him, her arms crossed, while Luka paced the room, tension stiffening his broad shoulders.“We can’t keep this from her forever,” Luka said, halting mid-step. “The witches are active again. If Emilia hears it from someone else—”“She’s barely come to terms with werewolves existing,” Dante interrupted, his voice low and restrained. “Throwing more truth at her now would do more harm than good.”Mara spoke calmly, but her words were firm. “She has a right to know. If the witches are planning something—and if Emilia is truly who we suspect—then hiding it won’t protect her. It’ll only make her more vulnerable.”Dante’s jaw tightened. He turned to face the window, watching as a pair of guards passed silently through the courtyard below. “You think I don’t know that?” he muttered. “She’s finally sleeping, eating a little… She’s lost her friend, she’s confused, grieving, a

The silence was broken by the soft crunch of gravel beneath expensive heels as a sleek, obsidian car pulled up to the estate’s entrance.Seraphina stepped out, her long coat billowing in the wind like a cape. Her sunglasses hid her bloodshot eyes, but her poise was intact—elegant, commanding, untouched by grief on the surface. She carried herself with the grace of a queen returning to her court, though the air around her was colder now, sharper.Behind her, an assistant rushed to unload her bags, but Seraphina barely acknowledged her presence. Her eyes, icy and resolute, scanned the estate with purpose.Gone was the playful charm she used to wear like perfume. The deaths of her parents had changed everything. Her world had crumbled, her safety net obliterated. And in the vacuum left behind, her family’s status among the noble werewolf houses had begun to falter. Allies were suddenly distant, the other Alphas growing bold in her father's absence.But she had a solution—one Dante Calhou

Emilia sat on the edge of Dante’s bed, her gaze fixed on the moonlight spilling in through the wide window. The room was silent except for the occasional rustle of leaves brushing against the glass. Her hands trembled slightly as she clasped them in her lap. She had returned to his room right after the conversation with Dante, Luka, and Mara—her head buzzing, her chest heavy with questions.Nothing felt real anymore.A few months ago, she had been an ordinary girl living under the harsh rule of her stepmother Vanessa. Her world had revolved around simple worries—keeping her sister Alissa safe, surviving the bitterness of their home, and hiding her dreams. Now, she was being told she was the child of a legendary witch and a powerful werewolf. A hybrid. A prophecy.Her breath caught as she remembered the dream—the woman with sorrowful eyes, her hands outstretched in protection, and the massive werewolf snarling behind her. At the time, it had felt like a nightmare. But now…Could that h