All Chapters of SOLD AS THE ALPHA KING'S PET : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Lucas’ POVThe corridor was narrow, lit only by weak yellow bulbs hanging from the ceiling at wide intervals. Some flickered, others buzzed softly, casting broken shadows that moved when nothing else did. Every step echoed, even though I tried to keep my boots quiet.Behind me, Chris followed, then two of our most trusted fighters. The rest stayed outside, guarding every possible exit.“This place feels wrong,” one of them muttered.“It is wrong,” I replied. “That’s why Joe chose it.”We moved deeper.The tunnel branched in three directions. I stopped, closed my eyes, and breathed in slowly. My wolf pushed forward, sharpening my senses. I filtered out the old smells—dust, oil, decay—and focused on what mattered.Her scent was faint, but it was there.“She went left,” I said.Chris didn’t question it. He never did when my voice sounded like that.The left corridor sloped downward. The temperature dropped with every step. Water dripped from the ceiling, splashing softly onto the stone f

Emily’s POVThe door closed behind Lucas with a sound that felt too final, too sharp for something that was supposed to be temporary.I stood where he left me, my arms still wrapped around empty air, my body remembering the shape of him even when he was gone. The chamber felt larger now, colder, like it had been waiting for this exact moment—waiting for me to be alone.Joe did not rush me.That was the worst part.He watched quietly as the darkness swallowed the doorway, as the echoes of Lucas’ footsteps faded into nothing. His patience pressed on my skin more heavily than his threats ever had.“You’ll see him again,” Joe said at last, his voice calm, almost gentle. “If you survive this.”I turned slowly to face him. “Stop saying things like that.”A corner of his mouth lifted. “You’d rather I lie?”“Yes,” I snapped. “At least then I’d have the choice of believing you.”Something flickered in his eyes then. Not anger. Not amusement.Respect.“Fair enough,” he said. “Come. You shouldn’

Emily’s POVEvery muscle ached. My throat burned. My head felt heavy, like someone had filled it with sand. I lay still for a long moment, staring at the ceiling above me.It was not the same room as before.This one was smaller. Cleaner. The walls were white, too white, and the lights were dim but never fully off. There were no windows. No clock. Just a bed, a small table, and a single chair pushed into a corner like it had been punished.I swallowed and winced.My stomach twisted painfully. I felt empty. Weak. Still sick.The last thing I remembered was Joe leaving the room after threatening to bring Karen in. I had stayed quiet after that. Too quiet. I had curled into myself and waited for something to happen.I didn’t know how much time had passed.I slowly pushed myself up on the bed. My hands shook as I did. My body felt like it didn’t belong to me anymore, like it had been used and drained and left behind.The door opened.I froze.Joe walked in.He looked calm. Too calm. Like

Clarisse's POVA few hours before the wedding, I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my hands for a long time. They were shaking. I pressed them together hard, as if that could stop the storm inside me. The room was quiet, too quiet for a day that was meant to be full of joy. Somewhere in the distance, I could hear preparations happening. Voices. Laughter. Music testing. Every sound felt like a knife.Lucas had come to see me early that morning.He had begged me.That word still burned in my chest.He said he needed me to cooperate. He said it was just one day. He said Emily would live somewhere else after the wedding, that things would change. I knew he was lying. Not fully, maybe, but enough. Still, I nodded. I smiled. I told him I would behave.He looked relieved.That relief hurt more than anger would have.When he left, I stayed seated for a long time. Then I stood up and walked to the mirror. The girl looking back at me didn’t look like a monster. She didn’t look insane. She l

Emily’s POVI sat up slowly. My body felt heavy, like I had been asleep for days. My mouth was dry. My thoughts were slow.I touched my arm.There was a tiny red mark there.He drugged me.My chest tightened.Lucas.The memory of his face before everything went dark made my stomach twist. He had been smiling. I had been smiling.We were finally safe.We were finally choosing each other in front of everyone.And then I disappeared.Tears burned my eyes, but I forced them back.Crying would not help.Panicking would not help.I swung my legs off the bed and stood carefully. My knees were weak, but they held me.I walked to the door and pressed my ear against it.Silence.Too much silence.That scared me more than noise.I stepped back and looked around the room again. No cameras that I could see. No vents large enough to crawl through. No loose bricks.This was not meant to be escaped.The door opened without warning.I stepped back immediately.Joe walked in.He looked exactly the same