All Chapters of SOLD TO THE ALPHA WHO HATES ME: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Serafine’s POVBran’s car pulled to a stop suddenly at the side of the road ahead of us.“Hm? What happened?” Aric murmured.My chest tightened.This was it. The moment I hadn’t fully thought through.I stared at the back of Bran’s car, my pulse quickening, my fingers curling in my lap. The closer we got, the harder it became to breathe properly.What was I even doing?Bran was the one who had hurt me the most in my life. To him, I was nothing more than an object he bought and could discard anytime. He treated me like one would an enemy when I hadn't done anything wrong to him.And now I was here… about to walk up to him and what? Comfort him?I almost laughed.Me. Of all people?What was I thinking when I agreed to this?I swallowed, my throat dry as my thoughts spiraled.Could I even do this?Could I stand in front of him without everything inside me snapping? Without the anger, the resentment, and the hurt he'd caused me spilling out all at once?A short humorless laugh slipped pas

Serafine’s POVHe exhaled slowly, “…Fine.”I gave him a small nod and pushed the car door open, stepping out into the cool night air. The quiet here felt different from the road. It wasn't threatening and was familiar. Safer.I didn’t wait to see if he would change his mind. I just started toward the house, trusting he would follow.A second later, I heard the car door shut behind me.Good.By the time I reached the front door, I unlocked it and stepped inside, flicking on the lights. The warm glow filled the living room, wrapping around me.I slipped off my shoes near the door and glanced back at him. He stood just inside the entrance, looking out of place.“You can sit,” I said softly, gesturing toward the couch.He hesitated for half a second before walking over and lowering himself onto it. His posture was stiff, his elbows resting on his knees as he leaned forward, hands clasped together.Still lost in his thoughts.I swallowed and turned away, heading toward the kitchen.“I’l

Alpha Bran’s POVI didn’t even bother responding. Because what was the point?I barely made it two steps before her hand wrapped around my arm tightly. “Where did you go with her?” Saskia asked, her voice sharp and frantic. “Why do you reek so much of her, Bran?”I yanked my arm out of her grip. The force sent her stumbling back, and she fell onto the couch.Silence filled the room. Saskia stared at me like she didn’t recognize me anymore.“Bran!” she screamed, fury ripping through her voice.I started heading for the door again. She moved faster and rushed in front of me, blocking my path, her chest rising and falling rapidly.“Why haven’t you rejected her yet?” The anger rising in my heart was beginning to burn hot and uncontrollable. “I already told you to give me some time.” I said, my voice low but laced with irritation. Her brows furrowed like I had just insulted her.“Time? Time for what?”“Do you think rejection is that easy?” I shot back. “Do you think I can just snap my

Alpha Bran’s POVThe boy remained in the room. And was there for seven days.At day one it felt like a nightmare he kept waiting to wake up from. He sat by the door, his knees pulled tightly to his chest, his eyes glued to the door handle like it would turn at any second.It didn’t.He cried out for help. His voice loud, broken and desperate. His voice grew hoarse within hours, but he didn’t stop. By the second day, his throat burned.His lips were dry, cracked, and bleeding at the corners. His stomach twisted painfully, hunger clawing at him from the inside.Still… he waited. Curled near the door. Listening for footsteps. Hoping someone would come to his aid.Every small sound outside made his head snap up. He would think his mom came back. But when the door didn't open. He would sigh in disappointment. By the third day, he had stopped crying. Not because the pain was gone. But because there was nothing left in him to fuel it. He had no energy to cry anymore.His tears had dried up

Alpha Bran’s POVEating felt like a battle I kept losing. I would sit there, staring at the bowl placed in front of me with little or no appetite. I had always had problem with eating as a child. My mom had her ways of making me eat. Without her, eating with a herculean task.“Try a little more, Bran,” Ember said gently, her voice soft as she sat beside me.I nodded. Because I didn’t want to disappoint her.I lifted the spoon, my hand shaking as I brought it to my lips. The moment the food touched my tongue, my throat tightened.My body resisted it. I swallowed anyway.Tears slipped down my face before I could stop them. I hated that I couldn’t even eat properly.“Oh, sweetheart…” Ember murmured, moving closer. “It’s okay… you don’t have to force it.”But I shook my head quickly, my grip tightening on the spoon. “I have to…” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I have to get better…”But that wasn’t the real reason. The real reason sat heavy in my chest. “I want my mom…” The words slipp