All Chapters of Sold To The Wrong Lycan Heir: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 31 – Who's that? Selene’s POVThe walls are closing in.Not metaphorically. Not poetically. No... this time it feels literal. Like the high ceilings are lowering inch by inch, the chandeliers swaying closer to my head, and the thick, suffocating air of the palace pressing against my skin like a heavy woolen cloak. The sharp scent of orchids, candles, and polished wood turns my stomach. My throat constricts.I can’t breathe in here.I won’t stay in this building another second.The moment I saw it... them... it was like time stopped.Just one glance. That was all it took.Lucian.Leaning in too close to Isolde.I didn’t wait to see their lips meet. Maybe they didn’t. Maybe they did. I wouldn’t know. I didn’t give myself the grace... or the torture... of staying to witness it. I saw enough in the way he looked at her. The subtle softening in his eyes. The fondness. The kind of quiet tenderness people don’t fake.That was what undid me.The kind of look he never gives me.I turn

Chapter 33 – Worst Selene’s POVIt wasn’t the cold that woke me. Not really.The chill was there, yes ... sharp and biting, lashing against my skin like invisible whips, curling beneath the thin fabric of my torn dress ... but it was the pain that truly pulled me from the black fog of unconsciousness. A dull, throbbing ache settled in every joint and bone, a chorus of bruises that sang with each breath. My wrists screamed beneath the tight coil of rough rope, and the pressure around my ankles felt like a vice grip. Even before I opened my eyes, I knew something was wrong.Terribly wrong.The concrete floor beneath me was unforgiving, and it stank of mildew, rust, and something fouler I didn’t want to name. My cheek was pressed against it, the chill seeping into my bones. With a groan, I blinked against the darkness. The room was dim, lit only by a flickering bulb that swung lazily from the low ceiling. The walls were bare cement, cracked and damp, with mold blooming in the corners li

Chapter 35 – You're not prince Theron Selene’s POV“You’re deceiving me!” The Alpha’s voice erupted with a harsh snarl that vibrated deep in his chest, twisting into a guttural growl that made my skin crawl. His enormous hands, along with the silent, looming presence of his Beta, yanked me roughly across the cold, unforgiving stone floor. My legs scraped uselessly, burning with a sharp sting as they dragged behind me, each jolt sending an unbearable pulse of pain spiraling up my spine.I barely had time to brace myself before my back slammed hard against the damp, unyielding wall of the cellar. The cold seeped through my clothes, crawling beneath my skin and stealing the warmth from my bones. I curled inward, shrinking beneath their towering forms, powerless beneath the weight of their fury. The Alpha’s eyes were wild fires blazing with contempt. “You privileged vipers... all the same!” he spat venomously. “Feasting on everything while caring nothing for the rest of us but your own g

Chapter 37 - Three, Two, OneThe dropper shook in my hand like it was alive, slippery with nerves and sweat. I’d frozen mid-pour, hovering over the softly bubbling flask. The sharp scent of rosehip oil hit me hard, cutting through my focus like a slap. My arm felt locked, stiff with tension. My thoughts scrambled, tumbling backward to the moment this chaos started.Some woman... plain-faced, in a regulation tunic... had leaned in close before the first gong rang out. “You’ve got the full two hours for your formulation,” she’d whispered quickly, then vanished. I’d felt relieved then. Two hours. That was enough for “Lunar Veil”... the complex, delicate potion I’d poured my soul into for weeks. It was slow work, demanding precision and patience. Rushing it? Unthinkable.But now? Now I had fifteen minutes. That final warning bell wasn’t just a sound... it was a punch to the chest. My lungs locked up. My carefully built plan crumbled in front of me, and panic surged like a tide. Weeks of w

Chapter 39 – My ExSelene’s POVA hush falls over the auditorium as Isolde ascends the platform. She's radiant in her crystalline gown, drawing attention like a flame draws moths. But the man stepping up beside her steals the room's warmth. He’s not part of the usual circle... sharp-eyed, dressed in neutral grey, holding a small, rune-etched satchel.He opens it calmly, revealing a dozen glass vials filled with glowing liquids... potions. The colors shimmer with familiar hues. My heart clenches."I’ve completed a thorough analysis of the potion studio where Selene previously apprenticed," the investigator says, his voice clinical. "These are samples from the potions she submitted during the Showcase."He begins distributing the vials to the judging panel, and Isolde takes the floor like a seasoned actress. “Please note the scents, colors, and magical resonance. Many match the award-winning elixirs I’ve presented in previous competitions. Too closely to be coincidence.”The crowd erupt