All Chapters of Sold to the Beast: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I should’ve turned around the second I heard the giggle. I should’ve ignored the instinct, walked away, and gone straight to the pack house like a sane person. But I couldn’t. My wolf wouldn’t let me. So I pushed the door open quietly.And my world stopped.Reina, my sister, even when her back was to me, I knew it was her. Her hands were on River’s chest, her head thrown back in a soft, breathless moan. She was on top of him, bare, moving with a slow rhythm I couldn’t unsee no matter how hard I wanted to. Her skin flushed, her hair a mess of dark curls spilling down over his face.And River, my mate, was beneath her. Kissing her. Holding her. His eyes closed. His jaw was tight, like he was trying to lose himself in the moment, like he wanted this.I didn’t make a sound. I couldn’t.It was like all the air had been sucked out of the room and replaced with ice. My heart didn’t even have the decency to race; it just… dropped. Flat and cold.Reina turned slightly, maybe sensing something

Raven’s POVI’m screaming for help.At least, I think I am. My mouth is wide open, but there’s no sound. Just the muffled struggle of my lungs pushing against silence like my body’s moving in slow motion, but the world around me isn’t.I can't feel anything, not the cold, not the van's hard floor beneath me. My nerves feel like they’ve been buried under wet cement. My head’s heavy. My arms become useless, and my legs become numb. I try to move and end up twitching.They drugged me. The kind of drug that paralyses your ability to fight without knocking you out completely. It was smart and cruel.I feel hands again, fingers brushing my collarbone, rough and unfamiliar. I tried to flinch away, but my effort was futile. He’s tying my wrists together now, then my ankles. I don’t even flinch when he shoves a cloth into my mouth and gags me with it. I should be thrashing, but I couldn’t. I’m too weak to move.I’m trapped inside my own body, and my only anchor is the thought that if I give in

I was in a deep sleep when I felt like someone was watching me. The presence and weight of the stare were too strong to ignore. I flung my eyes open only to see a man, a gigantic man, tribal tattoos displayed on his skin from his neck down to his abs. I looked at his face only to see two glowing green eyes. His aura screamed danger for me, so I took the covers and wrapped myself around as if it were a shield and could protect me from the man before me. The man looks giant. He was probably six and above. His silver hair only added how damn handsome he was but I remind myself this man before me was the man who purchased me. The man before me was Alpha Keeran. “Take your clothes off,” he demanded. “Excuse me, what?” And before I could even blink my eyes, the cover was snatched from me, and I watched it fly away from me. The man pulled my feet, but I fought hard, kicking him away from me. "Take off your clothes." Keeran sneered. He's beyond angry, it's only my first week here. I ju

I slammed the door behind me, harder than I meant to, but screw it, I was tired of being screamed at like a damn child. Keeran’s voice still rang in my ears, cold and sharp.“Go. To. Your. Room.”As if I was some misbehaving pup. Like he owned me. Well. Technically, he did.I let out a shaky breath, pacing across the room. The moonlight spilled through the window, cool and silver, the only soft thing in this stupid place. I hated how beautiful it looked while everything in me felt like shards.I sat down on my bed, technically his but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of curling up in some lonely corner like a kicked dog. Nope and not tonight.My eyes drifted up to the ceiling, and like some cruel little switch had flipped, the memories came rushing in.My mate, River and my sister are having sex on his bed. My throat tightened, and I blinked hard, fighting the sting in my eyes. Don’t cry. Don’t cry for him. He doesn’t deserve it.But my mind wouldn’t shut up. Wouldn’t stop

After that ugly mess in my room with Keeran, I’ve been doing everything humanly possible to avoid him like the freaking plague. And thank the goddess or fate or whatever for small miracles, he hasn’t bothered me since. I heard he went on a week-long business trip and that made me able to breathe freely. He left a couple of days ago, and for once, the air didn’t feel like it was made of glass, ready to shatter the second I spoke or moved wrong. Cora told me he’d be gone for a week, and I almost hugged her when she said he gave me permission to roam as long as I stayed on pack grounds.Big freaking deal, I know. But after feeling like a locked-up doll for weeks, that little bit of freedom felt like oxygen.So, I’ve been keeping to myself, well, mostly. If I wasn’t hiding out in my room, pretending I didn’t exist, I was in the clinic with Cora and Lisa. I didn’t say much at first, just helped clean wounds and fetch supplies. It was familiar work. Soothing, in a weird way. It reminded m