All Chapters of SOLD AS THE ALPHA KING'S PET : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Emily’s POVThe lady's grip on my wrist was surprisingly strong as she dragged me toward the door. Her eyes were sharp, assessing me in a way that stripped away all my courage. When we reached the hallway, she pushed me out so suddenly I nearly stumbled against the wall.“Tell me something,” she said, her voice hushed but edged with a mixture of curiosity and judgment. “Do you actually want to spread your legs for that man, or was this whole show just a way to prove a point to our master?” My face flamed up at once, shame curling inside me. I wrapped my arms around myself, shaking my head fiercely.“No! I don’t—I would never—”She tilted her head as though she already knew the truth. “Then don’t thank me.” She smirked faintly. “Thank Lucas. He’s the reason you’re still standing here with your clothes intact.”My lips parted, but words refused to come. My heart thumped painfully against my ribs. Lucas? It was him all along?“Thank you,” I whispered breathlessly, though I wasn’t sure

Lucas' POV The hall was buzzing with guests. They milled about, with glasses of wine in their hands, and their laughter echoed in my ears. The long banquet table was filled with dishes fit for royalty, while servants bustled back and forth making sure that everything was in place. Everything looked perfect, just the way I wanted it. And yet, my eyes kept darting to the entrance.Every time the grand doors opened, a spark of anticipation lit in my chest. Every time, disappointment followed, when it was just another guest, another ally, or another face I didn’t care to see. She wasn’t there. I sighed and tried to focus on the chatter of the nobles beside me but as interesting as the conversation was, I found myself looking at the door every single time it swung open. Where was Emily?“Its so obvious, you know,” a voice drawled beside me.I turned my head just enough to glare at Chris. He was grinning, a wine glass in hand. The expression on his face was too far too smug for my lik

Emily’s POVThe first sensation that greeted me when I woke up was pain. A dull, throbbing ache reverberated through my skull, pounding in rhythm with my heartbeat. For a moment, I lay perfectly still, my face buried in the pillow, hoping if I ignored it, the ache would vanish. But it didn’t. The hangover anchored me to the bed, making every muscle feel heavy.Yet, in stark contrast to the physical discomfort, a wide smile tugged at my lips.I didn’t even know why I was smiling so much when my head felt like it was about to split open. But I couldn’t stop. The events of last night kept flooding my mind—the lights of the banquet hall, the loud cheers, Lucas’s speech, the surprise announcement, his voice steady as he claimed me in front of everyone not as a send-away guest but as part of his pack, part of his family.And then there was his laughter. I hadn’t even known he could laugh like that. It had been deep, warm, almost boyish, a sound so genuine it made my chest ache. I’d replayed

Emily's POV For the first time since I came here, I wanted to be outside. I carried a basket of freshly plucked apples from the kitchen and made my way to the garden. The air smelled of wet grass and jasmine, and the sound of birds filled the silence. I smiled faintly, kneeling by the flowerbed where Mrs. Higgins usually trimmed the roses.Everything felt new.I let my fingers trail over the petals, soft and damp. The world seemed peaceful, like it was finally letting me exist without fear. For once, I wasn’t thinking about rules or contracts or punishments. I just wanted to sit in the sunlight and forget everything that had happened.My heart still fluttered whenever I remembered what Lucas did yesterday—tearing that stupid contract apart.He didn’t have to. He could’ve easily held that over my head forever, but he didn’t. He’d looked at me with those piercing eyes and said softly, “It no longer applies.”It wasn’t much, but to me, it was freedom.So here I was, sitting in the gard

LUCAS POV The day had started quietly enough.For once, there were no pack disputes, no council letters, and no Chris hovering around my desk making a mess of my paperwork. I was halfway through signing off a supply order when there was a light knock on the door. One of my guards stepped in, his head bowed respectfully.“Alpha,” he said quietly, glancing around as though afraid to be overheard.I looked up, my pen still in hand. “What is it?”He hesitated. “It’s about the girl, Emily.”Immediately, I set my pen down. A sharp tension cut through the air. “What about her?”The guard leaned closer, lowering his voice. “There was… an incident, sir. One of the outer patrols said she was seen near the garden earlier today—with Joe.”That name alone was enough to make my blood run cold.I stood from my chair so fast the pen rolled off the desk and clattered to the floor. “Joe?” I repeated slowly. “Are you sure?”The guard nodded. “Yes, Alpha. They said he was holding something—a small anim