Semua Bab Sold to the Rogue Warlord: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Sybil’s POV The man that dropped the gold coin on my head was the second in command, he was known as Eris, and he worked directly with the ruthless rogue alpha. There had been stories about the rogue alpha. Usually, stories were more rumors in packs, but not him, every story was real. How heads hung by the gate of his mansion as a warning to traitors. He didn’t need any petty fear, your head would just as easily add to his collection. He has many names. Great Wolf. The Rogue Alpha, the Warlord, Dalhkan King of the Rogue…how the epithets pile up, no one knew his true name, because throughout the entire pack, one name stood above all, we called him…The Butcher. He was also rumored to have possessed dark magic that revealed his enemy’s thoughts. I didn’t want to find out how true that was. We finally set down after hours of travel, after my hours of crying in silence, and I was blown away by the sheer size of the place. It was their campsite, where they stayed and waged war, a site th

Sybil’s POVBloody Moon. I was breathing rapidly like someone had just doused me with a bucket of cold water.No, please. My mind was screaming as I stared at the knife, very sure my ancestors had forsaken me at this moment. Every eye was on us, the men were angry, while the girl just at the tent flap stared at me in fear, like she could already see my head on a pike outside the gates.I might’ve had a flash of that too. “I’m—I’m sorry… I’m sorry.” The words grated in my throat, like they were dragged on gravel. “Easy, steady.” One of them urged. And I could only swallow and watch as the man pulled out the knife from his own palm. Blood he didn't care to stop gushing out, and he flashed me with deadly teeth. I stepped side by side in my spot, trying to get away, if this mad werewolf caught me it would be the end of my fucking life. “Hold that bitch down for me!” He barked and just as I turned around, making a run for the goddess knew where, a pair of hands caught me and slammed

Rhett’s POV“Heads up. Put them by the gate.”The words fell from my mouth without weight, yet the air itself seemed to flinch. Eris moved with the efficiency of habit, the others slower, still shaken by what the morning had demanded.Blood pooled dark beneath the gallows. The heads would be taken to the pikes, the bodies burned before dusk. We’d hang them high enough that the ravens would finish the sermons for me.A reminder to every pack watching from the treeline: fear is a language, and I am fluent.Let him send more. Let him test how deep I’ll dig their graves before he stops pretending to be brave. I’ll keep chopping open his illusions and letting the stench spread, knowing they were his followers.Eris entered without knocking.“The soldiers had been camping around our camp, our search leads us to believe there is movement to the east. Likely reinforcements. A larger camp forming.”“Good.” My tone was a blade laid flat, not yet drawn. “And the girl?”He didn’t need to ask whic

Sybil’s POVThat gave me a sudden rush of excitement, knowing that I was only his, at least till whatever reason he kept me alive passed.I bit my lips as his fingers slid in and out of me, while his thumb circled my clitoris. I tried not to rub my thighs together as he withdrew his hand and took it to my clit, pinching and circling it till my brain was frenzied with burn.“Let go.” He commanded in a low and gravely tone and I relaxed further against my will. I didn’t think I had any with his hand on me.Under my ass I felt him grow hard, the tip of his enormous cock poking my ass, looking for something, a hole to slide into.Gone were the people in the camp, it seemed like it was just us two. His free hand left thigh and came up to give my breast a squeeze.A tantalizing sound escaped me as I widened my leg further and arched my neck back. He growled in pleasure and murmured to my hearing, “You are natural at this.”I didn’t mind.Not when he was here giving me this, touching me so,

Sybil’s POV“I guess alike always find their way to each other.” the girl by the door scoffed. She had a striking appearance that was hard to miss and as I stared at her I realized that I knew her, though the memory was quickly slipping away from my hand, like water.We stopped what we were doing and faced her at once, beside me Aria snorted. The energy in the room had shifted from her presence.I took note of her pale white skin like snow, dark long hair, blue eyes, and slender shape, the type men would gradually go to war for with a face so sharp it could cut through marble.Dark red marks dotted her face from the cold, only enhancing her peculiar appearance even more. It was unfair for one person to possess such.“What are you doing here, did you lose your way and fall down here?” Aria demanded, her voice was heated and I realized I had never really experienced her when she wasn’t sweet.“Shut up!” The girl snapped, her voice strong like a whip in a storm. “Peasants like you don’t