Todos los capítulos de Sold To The Wrong Lycan Heir: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Chapter 12 – Whispers Beneath Stained GlassSelene’s POVThe contract trembles in my hands. My fingers clutch it tighter, as if I could change its contents by sheer force of will. Since I was a little girl, I'd always imagined my wedding day... not the gown or the flowers, but the man. The way he’d look at me with love in his eyes, how my heart would race when I saw him. I never dreamt of money or titles, only love. And now, all those dreams feel like dust beneath my feet.Lucian enters the room again. The door creaks open like a cruel reminder."It’s a Two year agreement," he begins, nodding at the contract in my hands. "We’ll need to maintain the image of a couple... public appearances, shared residence... but in private...""...we’re strangers under the same roof," I murmur with a brittle smile, finishing his sentence.He pauses, but continues, "At the end of our arrangement, I’ll compensate you with three million dollars."The number means nothing to me. I should be grateful. I sh

Chapter 14 – Red Roses Under the MoonSelene’s POV“Do you think he’s here for Isolde?”The whisper was feather-light, but it pricked like a thorn, slicing the quiet air near the glass display.I didn’t turn. I didn’t breathe. But I heard it... sharp and curious, followed by a skeptical snort.“No chance. That was over ages ago. Isn’t she promised to Prince Theron now?”Their voices drifted around the edges of my awareness, just background noise at first, like the clinking of vials and the rustle of potion labels being filed. But then the atmosphere shifted... warped, as if the very air had begun to tighten.I felt it before I saw it.A strange hush blanketed the shop. Every heartbeat seemed louder. Mine thudded so forcefully in my chest I could feel it in my fingertips.Then... Click. Click. Click.The unmistakable sound of boots echoing against marble.The shop’s double doors loomed in front of me like gates to a storm. My eyes flicked toward the wide windows, and I saw him. Prince

Chapter 16 – Dinner but NotLucian’s POVThe street is quiet, save for the rhythmic sound of rain hitting the pavement like a sorrowful lullaby. The sky weeps, the heavens heavy with clouds, and everything is cloaked in silver shadows. The city lights shimmer across the slick, dark road like scattered stars, reflecting in pools of water that gather near the curbs.And then I see her.She looks so small, almost fragile, sitting on the sidewalk beneath the bare-boned canopy of a rain-drenched tree. My breath hitches in my throat as I pause mid-step, as if the sheer sight of her demands reverence. The wolf inside me... restless, uneasy, snarling in turmoil all night... finally stills. His low growls quiet into a deep, contented hum the moment our eyes lock.There she is.Her black hair, once coiled tightly into some elegant, ornate style, now falls in loosened, wet strands, clinging to the contours of her delicate face. The raindrops glisten like tiny crystals on her pale skin, glowing u

Chapter 18 – The AshthornesSelene’s POVThe early morning light unfurls slowly, brushing softly against the lace curtains like fingertips trailing across silk. Pale gold seeps into the bedroom, casting warm streaks across the polished wooden floor and catching the dust motes suspended in the still air. I lie there, suspended in the quiet between sleep and wakefulness, cocooned in the fragile warmth of dawn and the lingering tension of last night. The silk sheets cling gently to my skin, and the weight of everything that happened settles on my chest like a whisper.I shift, intending to slide quietly away from the warmth beside me and tiptoe from the room... but the movement is enough to stir the presence beside me. Before I can escape, crimson eyes, once wild and unrelenting, now shimmer with an unexpected softness, meet mine. Lucian is awake. Watching. Present. A flicker of recognition... or is it uncertainty?... dances across his face.His gaze lingers on the space where our limbs

Chapter 20 – Unhand my WifeSelene's POVTime halts.A silence so loud it roars in my ears descends over the hall as I stagger backward, the sudden weight of a hundred gazes slamming into me like a tidal wave. The laughter, the clinking glasses, the soft hum of music... it all vanishes. All that’s left is a singular, piercing moment of stillness.My mind races to process what’s happening, but before I can even blink, Zaria lunges past me, wild-eyed and frantic. She shoves me aside with a force I wasn’t expecting, nearly knocking me to the floor.“Seris?” she cries, voice cracking with raw panic. “Wake up! Please... don’t do this!” She drops to her knees beside the princess, gripping her limp shoulders and shaking her as if she can force life back into her.The scene unfolds in horrifying slow motion. The princess's head lolls to the side, her glossy curls spilling over Zaria’s arms like a broken porcelain doll. Her face is pale... too pale.“Someone... help!” Zaria’s voice shrieks thr