Lahat ng Kabanata ng SOLD AS THE ALPHA KING'S PET : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

EMILY'S POV I had no idea how long I’d been here.The dungeon was a world without time. It was just the constant damp smell, the faint trickle of water echoing against the stone, and the gnawing ache in my stomach that seemed to have taken up permanent residence. Minutes, hours, days? They all blurred together. My body screamed for food, my throat ached for water, and yet even in this misery, I didn’t regret kissing him. My heart betrayed me over and over again, conjuring the memory in vivid flashes I couldn’t escape. The way his body had gone rigid under my lips, then softened just slightly as though for one impossible second he had wanted it too. The heat of his breath, the sharp taste of adrenaline on my tongue, the fire in his eyes when he’d pushed me away. Rage and amusement, swirling together like two storms colliding.And then his harsh words.“I see why they would rather sell you off like a cheap whore.”Every time I thought of them, something inside me splintered. Yet someh

Emily’s POVFor a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. My heart pounded so loudly that I swore Chris could hear it.And then I looked up.Lucas stood in the entrance of the dungeon. His eyes burned like molten fire, locked on Chris, though I could feel their heat searing me as well. His presence was so overwhelming, that my knees weakened.He was here.I hadn’t expected him. Certainly not charging into the dungeon as if the entire world had conspired to drive him toward me.A rush of something warm and traitorous filled my chest. Relief. Gratitude. Maybe even a tiny spark of joy that he had come.But I buried it quickly. No way was I going to let him see that. Not after everything. Not after being thrown into this cold, damp hole like some kind of criminal.I folded my arms across my chest and tilted my chin, forcing a mask of indifference over my face. “What’s with the dramatic entrance?” I asked, my voice steadier than I felt. “Didn’t realize I was worth throwing swords over

Emily’s POV I curled into the bed, clutching the sheets around me as if they could protect me from the reality of my situation. No matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise, I couldn’t ignore the truth: time was running out for me. Lucas had been merciful enough to take me from the dungeons, merciful enough to give me warm water, food, and a guest room instead of leaving me to rot in the dark. But that mercy was a thin thread, one that could snap at any moment. He had made it clear that after the birthday celebration, my fate would be sealed. I would be sent back—or worse, sold off to Joe. The name alone made me shudder. Joe, with his cold grin and greedy eyes. Joe, the man who had hovered over me at the auction, his breath reeking of alcohol. The thought of belonging to him made bile rise in my throat. If Lucas truly intended to hand me over, what chance did I have? How could I survive in the hands of someone like that? I pressed my palms against my face, trying to muf

Emily’s POVFor a long moment, I wasn’t even sure if I was breathing. His lips were on mine.Alpha Lucas, the cold, distant, infuriating man who had tossed me into a dungeon like I was nothing but a stray mutt, was now kissing me in front of everyone. His mouth moved against mine with a heated possession that stole every thought out of my head.It was not the kind of kiss that school girls shared with boys out of curiosity or dares. Those were usually fleeting, shallow things. This was something else entirely. His lips were firm, demanding, almost punishing, and yet they carried a desperate kind of claim.I had kissed him before, back in the room when desperation pushed me into reckless choices, but this was entirely different. This wasn’t me begging. This wasn’t me grasping for survival. This was him declaring something I never thought he would.And the words that followed, words that still rang in my ears louder than the clamor of my pounding heart.“She’s mine. Stay away from her.”

Lucas’s POVIf there was one thing I hated more than weakness, it was watching myself become a victim of it. And that was exactly what I felt as I sat alone in my chambers, recalling the words I had thrown so carelessly.Telling the ambassador Emily would be his for the night… it hadn’t been a well thought decision. It wasn’t strategy. It wasn’t even cold calculation, which I normally prided myself on. It had just been pure, stupid pride.I groaned in frustration, staring out the tall glass window as the night stretched over the compound. From my vantage position, I could see Emily just outside the door of the guest wing. She looked fragile, and nervous. Her hands were fidgeting and she looked around at every second. I should have enjoyed that. After all the sass, the bold words, the defiance she constantly threw at me, I should have relished watching her bravado crumble. This was what she asked for, wasn’t it? Hadn’t she practically thrown herself at the ambassador in her rage, de