All Chapters of Sold To The Wrong Lycan Heir: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 21 – A New Offer from House Ashthorne Selene’s POVThe instant Isolde’s voice slices through the air... cold, razor-sharp, and utterly unlike the polished sweetness she usually wears like a crown... I freeze. I glance at her, taken aback, my spine instinctively straightening as I face her frost-laced expression. She’s always been guarded, composed. A porcelain doll with eyes that gleamed with quiet judgment. But this? This is different. The edges of her mask are cracking, and underneath, I see something raw. Not just anger. Not even jealousy.Fear.Real, unfiltered, bone-deep fear.And it’s aimed at me.Why?Before I can ask, before I can process the undercurrent of dread tightening my chest, Zaria’s voice cuts in... sharper than a blade, steeped in venom. “So, she’s not a killer, but she is a thief now?”Gasps scatter across the circle of nobles like raindrops against marble. Even the musicians fall silent. I spot Princess Seris leaning heavily against Lucian’s side while T

Chapter 23 – DrowningSelene’s POVThe walls of the palace feel like they’re pressing in on me. Each hallway echoes with whispered conversations I can’t quite hear, each glance from a passing servant feels like a judgment I can’t ignore. The weight of the day clings to my shoulders like a wet cloak I can’t peel off. My head throbs with the leftover noise of arguments, revelations, and truths I never asked for but can’t escape now. My stomach turns with unease, and I can barely breathe in the gilded rooms that once seemed like a dream and now feel like a trap.I don’t know where else to go, so I flee.My feet move on instinct, carrying me out into the night. The palace doors give way to the gardens... lush, dark, and bathed in moonlight. I step into the soft silence, the heavy scent of blooming jasmine curling around me like a ghost. The air is crisp, biting at my skin, but it’s honest. The cold doesn’t lie.My heels crunch over the gravel path as I make my way toward the pond at the f

Chapter 25 – Death In PinkSelene’s POVMy skin feels like it’s fighting a war with itself... feverish one second, glacial the next. A clammy sheen coats every inch of me, sticking the thin sheets to my skin. My breath comes in short, trembling bursts, and no matter how I shift, there’s no comfort. No relief. The cold from that damned pond hasn’t left me... not really. It didn’t just touch the surface of me that night. It invaded. It crawled in, coiled around my bones like frostbite made flesh, and made itself a part of me. The kind of cold that seeps so deep it becomes something spiritual... something punishing.And yet, it’s not the chill that gnaws at me the most. It’s not even the physical agony. The true suffering starts deeper. Inside. In a place no one can see or touch.My hand trembles as I place it over my belly. Instinctive. Protective. Guilty.That’s where the real ache lives.Because I forgot.For one fleeting, desperate second that night, I forgot that I wasn’t just a gir

Chapter 27 – I'm homeSelene’s POV“I want it to be special,” I whisper, more to myself than to the robed figure seated across the delicate ivory screen in the Moon Temple. “Not extravagant or loud… just something that shows him I understand.”The words hang in the air like soft mist, fragile and uncertain, quickly swallowed by the sacred stillness of the temple. A breeze slips through the high, arched windows, making the sheer white curtains dance and the silver chimes above the altar sing in haunting harmony.My fingers twist together in my lap, trembling slightly. They find the smooth band encircling my finger... the symbol of the vow I made to Lucian. A vow that meant more with each passing day.“Lucian’s not like most people,” I say, my voice just above a breath. “He doesn’t care for ceremonies or applause. He hides behind strength, behind silence. But I know that silence… I’ve lived it.”A knot tightens in my throat as the memories creep in. “His mother passed when he was just a

Chapter 29 – I'll think about it Selene’s POVThe sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon when we finished our quiet dinner. The sky outside the window of Lucian’s private chamber burned with streaks of coral and burnt orange, slowly giving way to lavender hues and the creeping darkness of dusk. The light from the setting sun danced across the floor tiles, painting them gold.I stood to clear the dishes, but Lucian caught my hand before I could move. His expression was unreadable at first—calm, quiet, but with something simmering just beneath the surface. Mischief, maybe. Or something deeper.“Come with me,” he said simply.No explanation. No elaboration. Just those three words and the soft jingle of car keys in his hand.I hesitated for a fraction of a second, instinctively scanning his face for clues. But there was only that half-smile I was beginning to know too well—the one that meant he was up to something. Not dangerous. Just... different.So I nodded.We drove for what