All Chapters of SOLD AS THE ALPHA KING'S PET : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Emily's POV I had not expected guilt to be the loudest thing in my head. I sat by the window in Lucas’s room, my knees pulled to my chest. Clarisse’s face wouldn’t leave my mind.I wrapped my arms tighter around myself.If I was honest, painfully honest, I knew why she hated me so much. I had walked into her life and taken the one thing she believed belonged to her. Not just Lucas’s affection, but his attention, his loyalty and even his grief.And no matter how many times I reminded myself that Lucas had chosen me, that I hadn’t schemed or planned or seduced my way into his life, the guilt still gnawed at me.I felt like an intruder, like a gold digger. Just the thought of the word made my chest ache.If people outside these walls were to tell this story, they would say I was the poor girl who caught the Alpha’s eye and climbed her way into power. They would say I divided a brother and sister, they would say I destroyed a family for comfort, safety and a crown I never asked for..I s

Lucas I didn’t leave the room immediately after Chris walked out.I stayed there, seated in silence, my hands clasped together so tightly my knuckles ached. His words echoed in my head, looping endlessly, refusing to settle."You’re the trigger."I hated that he might be right.The thought that Clarisse’s spiral was tied to me—my presence, my choices, my inability to cut her off completely—made my stomach churn. For years, I had convinced myself that keeping her close was protection. That control was care. That love meant endurance.Now I wasn’t so sure.I finally stood and left the room, my steps heavy as I made my way down the corridor. Guards straightened when they saw me, their expressions cautious. They had learned to read my moods lately, and none of them liked the storm brewing behind my eyes.Instead of heading back to my quarters, my feet carried me somewhere else entirely.Emily.Her door was closed when I reached it. I raised my hand to knock, then hesitated. Last night st

Clarisse I sat by the window, knees pulled to my chest, staring outside as guards paced back and forth below. House arrest, Lucas called it. As if giving it a softer name would make it hurt less.I laughed under my breath.Lucas always did that—pretended his cruelty was kindness.The words replayed over and over, each time cutting deeper. I still remembered the moment she walked through the door, whole and breathing, her eyes meeting mine while Lucas stood beside her like a victorious hero.I had never felt humiliation like that before.Not when he chose her.Not when he rejected me.Not even when he ordered my arrest.That moment—seeing her alive—had stripped something raw inside me.They all thought I was angry.They were wrong.Anger was simple.What I felt was far worse.I stood abruptly and paced the room, my bare feet silent against the marble floor. My thoughts were sharp, focused. I wasn’t crying. I wasn’t screaming.I was thinking.That was when I was most dangerous.Lucas t

Lucas POVThe throwing stopped so suddenly that the silence felt louder than the chaos before it.My chest was still rising too fast, my blood humming with the aftermath of adrenaline, when I felt it—Clarisse’s aura shifting, darkening, swelling like a storm cloud that had finally decided to burst.“Clarisse—” I started.Too late.Her body convulsed violently, bones cracking, muscles stretching in ways no human body should survive. Fur burst through her skin in waves, silver-black and wild, her scream twisting into a feral snarl that shook the walls.She shifted fully in seconds.A massive wolf now stood where my sister had been—eyes glowing, breath coming out in harsh, steaming pants, claws scraping deep lines into the marble floor.I didn’t step back.I didn’t shift either.I raised my hands slowly, palms open, forcing my voice to stay calm even as my instincts screamed at me to defend myself.“I’m not going to fight you,” I said firmly. “I won’t.”Her ears flattened against her sku

Emily's POV I closed the door behind me and sank into the nearest chair, feeling the weight of the day press down on my shoulders. Karen followed me in, a quiet presence, but the anger in her eyes told me she had already judged the situation before I even spoke. I rubbed my temples and let out a long sigh. “It went… okay, I guess,” I began, trying to find the right words. I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to tell anyone, but keeping it in my chest made my chest feel like it was being crushed. “Lucas and I talked. About Clarisse… about the wedding… about everything.”Karen raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms as she leaned against the doorframe. “And?” she pressed, her tone sharper than I expected.I glanced at her, biting the inside of my cheek. “He… he doesn’t want to marry her off, at least not right now. He said she has to cooperate with Emily—me. And… he’s worried about her, I guess. But…” My voice trailed off as I remembered the way Lucas looked when he told me. There was that heav