Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sold to the Alpha King: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Sold to the Alpha King"Chapter 1”Alara awoke to the sound of distant shouting. It was morning, although in the dreary corridors of her father’s fortress-like home, dawn brought little warmth or comfort. She inhaled slowly, pushing herself upright on a straw-filled pallet.Her chamber, if it could be called such, was a cramped space above the kitchens. Every morning, the scents of yeast and baking bread drifted upward through the floorboards, bitter reminders of a castle’s life that she existed within but never truly inhabited. She stared at her hands, callused from hours of scrubbing floors and polishing silverware. "If only my father could see how far I have fallen," she thought, though she knew the truth—he did see it; he had orchestrated it. "Alpha Marcus… my father…" The name felt bitter on her tongue.He was once a man of strength and dignity, or so she remembered, glimpses of a father who had once laughed with her, teased her, lifted her high onto his shoulders. Then her moth

"Chapter 3”Alara woke from a restless sleep with her heart hammering in her chest, dawn’s gentle light seeping through the narrow window of her room in Alpha Ezra’s fortress. She had dreamed of swirling shapes again, shifting darkness that receded into a distant, comforting voice.Over the past days, that voice had grown steadily more distinct, and now she woke certain it was reaching out to her. She lay there for a moment, pressing her palm against the worn sheet, trying to remember more details before the dream could slip away.Asena. She breathed the name that hovered in the back of her mind, recalling flashes of white fur and a kind of inner warmth that pulsed in her chest. She still barely understood her wolf, but the sense of her presence was undeniable.Something within Alara was awakening, and though the thought thrilled her, it also stoked a quiet fear. She was not sure whom to trust in this fortress; danger lurked in the corridors alongside the faint glimmers of kindness sh

Chapter 5Damien pressed himself flat against the rough bark of the ancient oak, ears ringing with the thunder of his own heartbeat. The moon’s pale light glimmered through the canopy, picking out the faint shapes of Tanya and her cloaked companions as they prowled around the clearing. They were so close he could see the tension in Tanya’s posture, the tight angle of her shoulders as she lifted her chin, scanning the shadows with cold determination.Every nerve in Damien’s body screamed at him to move, to run, but he held himself rigid. A single misstep, even the slightest rustle of leaves, would draw them right to his hiding spot. Just moments before, he had caught phrases of a conversation so treacherous that the weight of it still rattled in his chest. Tanya meant to overthrow Alpha Ezra, and she had allies from beyond the fortress walls.Damien clenched his fists at his sides, a sheen of sweat gathering at his temples despite the cool forest night. His mind raced through what he h

Ezra woke at the break of dawn, staring at the faint light gathering along the edges of his chamber’s narrow windows. He sensed the pulse of the fortress around him—distant footsteps in the corridors, the murmur of warriors shifting in their patrols, and the quiet hush that only existed in the earliest hours. Normally, he drew comfort from this subtle rhythm, but today an unsettled energy churned beneath his calm facade. He rose from his bed, pausing briefly to press a hand to his forehead. Sleep had offered no real rest. His thoughts had raced all night, pulled between the lingering grief for his lost Luna and the startling realization that he’d discovered a second-chance mate in Alara.He inhaled, recalling the haunting memories of his first mate’s death. Tanya’s confession echoed through his mind, accompanied by a burning anger he struggled to contain. She had orchestrated his Luna’s murder, leaving him buried in sorrow for years. The knowledge still twisted in his chest like a kni

Ezra woke before the sun had fully risen, lying in his broad bed and staring at the faintly lit ceiling. A stray beam of early morning light crept in through the high window, washing across the sparse furnishings. He turned his head, hoping to calm the cascade of thoughts that had followed him even into sleep. Images of Alara, her warm smile, the feel of her lips against his, and the gentle weight of her body when she leaned into him the night before returned in a rush. He closed his eyes, letting those memories linger. A day ago, he would have condemned himself for finding such joy, still weighed by the guilt of losing his first mate. Now, though, he felt an undeniable certainty that if life had granted him this second bond, he would seize it.He pressed a hand to his chest, allowing a quiet exhale. In the hush of morning, he could almost imagine her presence in the room: the light in her eyes as they talked of past regrets, the shy curve of her lips as they grew bolder in their aff