All Chapters of SOLD AS THE ALPHA KING'S PET : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Emily's POV I woke up with my head pounding.For a few seconds, I didn’t remember where I was. Then the cold floor pressed into my skin, the sharp smell of metal filled my nose, and everything came rushing back. The chains around my wrists were still there, though they had been loosened just enough for me to sit up. My throat burned from throwing up earlier, and my stomach felt empty and sore, like it had been scraped clean.Joe was gone.Again.I leaned my head back against the wall and closed my eyes. The room was quiet, too quiet. No footsteps. No voices. Just the low hum of something electrical running somewhere far away. I hated the silence almost as much as I hated his voice. When he was gone, my thoughts ran wild. When he was here, fear took over.I thought of Lucas.The way he had looked at me during the dance. The warmth of his hand in mine before everything went wrong. The promise in his eyes that night, the unspoken vow that he would always protect me. I swallowed hard as

Emily’s POVI woke up before the light came.I did not know how long I had been asleep, but my body felt heavy, like I had been dragged across stones all night. My head hurt. My throat burned. My stomach twisted in slow, painful knots. The room was quiet, too quiet, the kind of quiet that made every small sound feel loud inside my head.I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling.It was not the same ceiling from the last place Joe kept me. This one was low and made of dark wood. There were thin cracks running across it, and I counted them without meaning to. One. Two. Three. I lost count and started again.I was still tied.My wrists were sore from the ropes, and my ankles felt numb. I tried to move my hands just a little, testing the knots, but they did not loosen. Instead, pain shot up my arms, sharp and fast. I sucked in a breath and stayed still.I did not want him to hear me.Joe had threatened to bring Karen into the room. The thought alone made my chest tighten. Karen was loud

Emily POVThe air in the room felt heavy, almost suffocating. I was still trying to process everything that had happened since the wedding. The kidnapping, Joe, the fear, the helplessness—it was all too much. My body ached in ways I couldn’t even describe, and my mind kept replaying every terrifying moment over and over. I could still feel the prick in my arm, the blindfold covering my eyes, the fear in my chest when I realized I was powerless. Every time I thought of it, my hands trembled, and my heart pounded so hard I felt it in my throat.Even though I was back in the mansion and safe for now, the memory of Joe’s cruel words haunted me. “Only a fool would go back to the same place twice,” he had said. And the way he had held power over me… I felt a strange mix of anger, fear, and helplessness. I couldn’t understand why he wanted me alive, why he insisted on training me, why he had targeted me in the first place. My thoughts kept bouncing between him and Lucas, and the tension made

Karen’s POVEver since Emily disappeared again, nothing felt normal. Guards walked around with tense faces. Servants whispered instead of talking freely. Even Chris had changed. He was quieter, more careful, like he was carrying guilt he couldn’t speak out loud.And me? I felt like I was slowly losing my mind.I sat up and rubbed my face, trying to push away the memories that kept coming back. Emily tied up. Emily crying. Emily being dragged away while I stood helpless. The thought made my stomach twist painfully.I hated myself for surviving when she hadn’t.I stood up and walked to the window, pulling the curtain aside. The sun was up, but it didn’t bring warmth. It only reminded me that time was moving forward while Emily was still gone. I clenched my fists.“I should have done more,” I whispered to myself.There was a knock on the door.I froze.For a moment, fear rushed through me. My mind jumped to a hundred terrible thoughts. Was it Lucas? A guard? Someone coming to accuse me o

Joe’s POV I knew that long before Emily ever touched the stone wall and made it glow. I felt it, the shift in the air, the pressure behind my eyes and the hum under my skin that told me something ancient had stirred. Emily was waking up. I stood in the observation room, hands clasped behind my back, staring through the one-way glass as she sat alone on her bed. Her shoulders were tense, her breathing uneven. She didn’t know she had done anything wrong yet. She didn’t know how close she was to crossing a line she couldn’t uncross. Good. Fear sharpened instinct. Instinct led to truth. “She did it without guidance,” one of the men behind me said carefully. “The candles, sir. No touch. No focus commands.” “I know,” I replied. My voice was calm, but inside, my mind was racing. That wasn’t supposed to happen yet. Emily was progressing faster than my projections. Faster than my research suggested she should. That meant one of two things: either her bloodline was stronge