All Chapters of Sold to the Alpha King: Chapter 31 - Chapter 34

The fortress crouched beneath a pale indigo sky, its stones breathing chill pre-dawn silence while every heart inside beat too loud for comfort. Alara moved along the parapet beside Ezra, the swish of her cloak nearly the only sound. Below them soldiers tightened straps and whispered farewells into the wind, and cook fires smoldered, releasing thin fingers of smoke that carried the faint scent of thyme and ash. Alara forced steady breaths though a flutter pressed beneath her ribs, half nausea, half a tremor of new life she had felt for three nights running. She would keep that secret close a little longer.Ezra paused at each watchpost, laying a palm to cold stone, murmuring encouragement to sentries whose eyes shone amber in torchlight. Weariness shadowed the silver streaks in his hair, but purpose kept his shoulders square. When he found a loose cross-beam, he wedged it firm and nodded approval at the relieved guard.“You see everything,” Alara said quietly once they moved on.“It i

Ezra woke to birdsong softly threading the chilled dawn, each note echoing against stone no longer shuddering under siege. A pale ribbon of sunlight slid through the curtains and painted warm gold along the curve of Alara’s shoulder. She slept on her side, hand curled protectively over the gentle rise of her stomach. For a long moment Ezra simply watched her breathe. The hush enveloping the fortress felt delicate as spun glass; he feared one careless movement might shatter it.Alara’s lashes fluttered open. She met his gaze, smile blooming as morning in a garden newly replanted. “You’re staring,” she whispered.“Making sure the night didn’t steal you,” he replied, brushing a kiss across her forehead.She laid her palm against his cheek, thumb smoothing the faint scar near his temple. “Daylight will convince us both. Come—there’s a world to mend.”They rose slowly, deliberate in small gestures: Ezra pulling on a fresh linen shirt instead of battle‑scarred armor, Alara fastening her mot