All Chapters of Sold To The Alpha Beasts : Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

EPISODE 231My eyes grew even wider.Villion turned his gaze sharply toward Ragnar. “However, don’t mix your own lust into this,” he said, voice turning cold. “You flaunt your filth so openly, just like what you keep doing to Flora.”Ragnar was laughing, but even through that forced amusement I could clearly sense his irritation too. It was in the way his smile twitched at the edges, in the gleam in his eyes that no longer held humor. “Villion,” The Alpha Lord spoke again, exhaling sharply. “From what I see, you’re doing all of this for yourself. You’re becoming selfish… greedy. But if your brothers agree to this plan of yours, I’ll leave this matter entirely to them."Villion's expression remained cold, aristocratic in its poise. “I do not require their permission,” he answered. “I came here because your approval is what’s needed, your authority to allow me to purchase the slave.”“Damn you, Villion! No one is ever going to agree to that!” Dax yelled, his voice erupting with so much

EPISODE 233ALPHA VILLION'S POINT OF VIEW It was almost amusing to witness the different kinds of looks my alpha half-brothers were throwing at me. I had been enduring their stares for quite some time now. If murderous intent could kill, they would have ended me several times over just by glaring.I suppressed the urge to smirk. I knew far too well that the moment I allowed even the faintest hint of amusement to show, they would lose whatever scraps of patience they had left. And if we ended up resorting to violence right here in the hall, under our father’s watchful eyes, it would jeopardize the proposal I had just put forward. More importantly, I refused to let myself appear barbaric in front of Lila.She was presently observing and the last thing I wanted was for her to witness needless bloodshed among us. I would not allow chaos to stain this moment. My father’s approval came in the form of an official decree. With that single signature, my fate was sealed. For the span of

EPISODE 235THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW Driven by a fury so intense it nearly distorted the air around them, the three Alphas who remained in the main hall of the pack’s stronghold found themselves unable to utter a single word. Their silence was not made of calmness, but of a wrath so heavy that any attempt to speak would have only fractured beneath its force. The hall seemed to shrink under the oppressive tension radiating from their unmoving figures.Seated upon his chair, Alpha Bruno fought a losing battle against the storm raging inside him. The eyeglasses he had once held in an attempt at composure were now nothing more than a mangled ruin in his clenched fist. He felt the sting of the shattered lenses driving into his skin, embedding themselves in his palms with every tightening pulse of his grip. His hands trembled, the faintest shiver betraying the ferocity of his emotion. Along the back of his hands, veins began to rise sharply, creating jagged lines that stretched tow

EPISODE 237LILA'S POINT OF VIEWI simply agreed to whatever Villion wanted. Hours passed beneath the steady rhythm of the carriage wheels until, at last, we arrived at his mansion.Without wasting a moment, we followed the narrow path that led toward the tower he had mentioned. When we finally reached its entrance, Villion stepped ahead of me and pushed open the twin steep doors.The doors groaned open, revealing an interior. I took the first bold step inside, the echo of my heels stretching into the hollow space. Instinctively, my gaze wandered, sweeping over the room as I tried to absorb every detail.My lips parted slightly in astonishment as I took in the sheer size of the room. It stretched so wide and open, that for a moment I forgot to breathe. And then, there was a particular detail, a captivating element, that made my eyes sparkle with surprise and admiration.I turned toward Villion, unable to stop myself from seeking his reaction. I found him leaning casually against the

EPISODE 239LILA'S POINT OF VIEW I watched Villion as he sat on the couch. I studied his eyes carefully, those half-lidded, drowsy eyes that were fixed on me with an unreadable intensity, as if he were fighting sleep yet refusing to look away.“I want to talk to you before I go to bed,” he said in a calm, steady voice.My attention shifted when his veined hand moved toward the middle of his leather sleeveless shirt. With slow, unhurried motions, he began undoing the buttons one by one. Each small click of a button released echoed faintly in the quiet room. My breath subtly caught in my chest as the opening widened, revealing more and more of his front. Those defined muscles, warm skin, and the sharp lines of his build were illuminated by the light.But he didn’t stop there. Once the last button slipped free, he pulled the shirt off completely, as if shedding a layer of armor. He draped it casually over the back of the couch.I forced myself not to let my eyes widen, even though his