All Chapters of SOLD AS THE ALPHA KING'S PET : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

LUCAS POV"What the fuck are you two glooming on about?" Clarisse asked, her eyes moving from me to Chris. Chris turned his attention to me immediately. I could tell he was about to say something reckless. I knew that look on his face — the twitch of his jaw, the way his fingers drummed restlessly against his arm. I could practically see the words forming on his lips before they came out.He turned around, looking like he was about to spill everything. “Lucas, I can’t keep this to myself anymore, I—”Before he could finish, I quickly cut in, “We were just discussing possible strategies for a battle with Kael.”Clarisse stood at the doorway leaning against the wall, her eyes scanning both of us suspiciously. She had that look, the same look she used to have as a child whenever she thought she was being left out of a secret.I forced a faint smile and asked, “What are you doing here?”"I couldn’t sleep. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”Her words should have warmed my heart,

Lucas’s POVShe was gone before I could say anything else. And maybe it was for the best. Maybe if she hated me, it would be easier for her to move on when I wasn’t here anymore. That was what I told myself, anyway.But the ache in my chest said otherwise.When I returned to my ward, Chris and Karen were there. Chris was sitting idly by the bed, while Karen was flipping through a magazine like she didn’t have a care in the world.The moment I walked in, both of them looked up.Karen raised a brow. “Well, that was fast. Did she slap you or just storm out?”I ignored the sarcasm. “She’s gone,” I said.Chris sighed and stood. “What the hell did you expect, Lucas? You hid something that big from her, then tried to play martyr when she found out. Of course she’s angry.”I shot him a glare. “You’re one to talk. You just dumped the news on her like a bomb.”“Oh, please,” Chris snapped, his voice rising. “You were never going to tell her! Someone had to. I’m not going to sit here and let you

Emily’s POVI never thought I’d end up sitting in a bar, of all places.I’d passed this street a dozen times back when I came to visit Lucas at the hospital, but I never once looked inside the glowing red doorway that now called to me. I wasn’t raised to drink. Back in school, I was the quiet girl—the one who stayed out of trouble, who sipped juice at parties and left before midnight. But tonight, I didn’t want to be that girl. Tonight, I didn’t want to be anyone at all.My hands trembled as I pushed open the door. The heavy smell of alcohol and cheap perfume wrapped around me immediately. The bar wasn’t crowded, just a few people hunched over tables, the soft hum of music vibrating through the walls. I took a seat at the far end, away from the laughter and chatter, and ordered the first drink the bartender suggested.The liquid burned as it went down, but I forced myself to take another sip.I pressed my hand to my chest, trying to steady my breathing, but the ache only grew stronger

Emily’s POVI woke up reaching for him.My hand brushed over nothing but cold sheets. For a moment I lay there, staring up at the ceiling with a sinking feeling in my stomach. Lucas always woke up earlier than me, but the bed never felt this empty.“Lucas?” I called out as I sat up.A bit of unease crawled up my spine. I got out of bed and quickly made my way through the house, checking the kitchen, the living room, the hallway, and even the guest rooms.The last place left was the study.I pushed the door open slowly and sure enough, there he was.Lucas stood by the window, his back to me, one hand holding his phone to his ear while the other rested against the desk like he needed the support. He was talking softly, but the edge in his voice made my heart clench.I stayed silent until he finally ended the call.When he turned around, he gave me a small smile.“You’re awake,” he said.I crossed my arms, fighting the sudden wave of frustration washing through me. “Why are you working s

Emily's POV Karen held her arm around me protectively, as though she believed she could physically shield me from what was happening outside. Clarisse, however, looked more irritated than afraid. Even her fear came out as anger. Her arms were crossed tightly, her fingers tapping furiously against her elbows.My heart pounded painfully, each beat like it wanted to break through my chest.Then I saw a guard that had managed to crawl into the far corner of the room. He was barely breathing, blood pooling beneath him and dripping onto the floorboards. He wasn’t dead yet. But the gash in his abdomen was deep that I could see tissue and bone.“Oh my God,” I whispered, pushing forward.Karen grabbed my arm hard. “Emily, no. He’s not going to make it.”“We can’t just leave him there like that!” My voice cracked. “He’s suffering.”Clarisse scoffed. “He’s a liability. If he cries out and they hear him, we’re all dead.” She said it like it was common sense and I was an idiot for caring.The gua