All Chapters of SOLD AS THE ALPHA KING'S PET : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

EMILY’S POVIt had been three whole days since that awful moment in the garden with Joe, and yet no one had told me anything about what had happened afterward. Every morning I woke up expecting someone to knock on my door and tell me that Joe had been sent away or punished—or at least that Lucas had confronted him. But each morning came and went.At first, I tried to convince myself that maybe Lucas didn’t want to worry me, that he was handling everything quietly. But after the third day, I couldn't deal with the silence anymore. If no one was going to come to me, then I would go to them.I stepped out of my room, brushing down my simple cream dress, and began walking down the long corridor. The mansion felt oddly busier than usual. The maids seemed to be rushing about, their arms full of flowers, fabrics, and shiny decorations.I frowned. What in the world was going on?One of the maids brushed past me carrying a box of metallic ribbons. “Excuse me,” I said softly. She looked star

Emily’s POVI couldn’t believe it. I was in the arms of the man I had spent so many days trying to understand, trying to get close to, and now I was there beside him, wrapped up in his warmth.Lucas slept soundly, his arm draped over my waist as though even in his dreams, he didn’t want to let me go. The morning light gleamed through the thin curtains, brushing across his face, and I found myself tracing the faint scar on his jaw with my eyes. It wasn’t the first time I’d noticed it, but this morning it felt different. Everything did.Last night, he had fought for me. I could still remember every second, the tension in the air, the sound of fists meeting flesh, the crowd’s muffled gasps. But what replayed most in my mind was his confession.“I love you.”Those words still echoed in my head. I didn’t know how many times I had dreamed of hearing them, or how many nights I’d convinced myself I never would.Now, here I was, lying beside him. The warmth of his skin against mine felt like

Lucas’s POVThe moment my eyes caught the words on the letter, a cold stillness crept through my body. I read it three times, letting every letter burn its way into my head.“It won’t last long; I’ll make sure of it.”For a long time, I didn’t move. The muscles in my jaw tightened as I stared at the paper in silence. My blood ran hot beneath my skin, and anger began to coil inside me. Emily bit her lips nervously, probably waiting for me to explode. She’d been through enough already and I didn’t want to scare her. So I forced myself to breathe and unclench my fists. When I finally looked up at her, I didn’t let the rage show. Instead, I smiled.“When the person’s ready to face me,” I said evenly, folding the paper in half, “I’ll be ready. And if it’s Joe…” —my voice hardened— “then I’ll make sure I end him this time.”Emily’s eyes widened slightly, and I could see worry flashing through them. She took a step closer, as though she wanted to calm me down, but stopped midway. “Lucas,” s

EMILY’S POVFor the first time in weeks, I felt like I was invisible. Clarisse’s presence changed everything. It was like the entire mansion had shifted its rhythm overnight to revolve around her. Every time I caught a glimpse of her and Lucas together, something inside me sank deeper and deeper into a pit I didn’t know existed.I wanted to be happy for him. After all, Clarisse was his sister, someone he thought he’d lost forever. I couldn’t even begin to imagine how it must’ve felt to have her back. But still it hurt.It hurt because I’d just started feeling like I belonged here, like I’d found my place. Like I meant something to him.Now, I wasn’t so sure anymore.Lucas barely looked at me anymore. He was either with Clarisse or too busy handling matters surrounding her “return.” Chris too seemed constantly preoccupied. He was always checking on Clarisse’s condition or following Lucas around, leaving me alone to wander the hallways like some forgotten ghost.I hated myself for feel

Emily’s POVThe night was colder than usual, and I could still feel the sting of tears on my cheeks as I stood by the curb, clutching the bag that held everything I owned. My heart ached with every passing second, torn between running as far away as possible and turning back to the mansion to him.Even thinking about his name made my chest tighten. I wanted to believe he cared, but after everything Clarisse had said and the way he’d looked at her, I wasn’t sure anymore. I’d seen the warmth in his eyes whenever she smiled, the soft way he spoke to her. And what she said to him...that was when I realized, I didn’t belong there anymore.The cab I’d called earlier pulled up, its headlights cutting through the darkness of the dimly lit street. The driver, a middle-aged man with tired eyes, rolled down the window.“You’re Emily?” he asked.I nodded, trying to keep my voice steady. “Yes.”He got out and helped with my bag before opening the back door for me. I hesitated for a while and my p