Lahat ng Kabanata ng SOLD TO THE ALPHA WHO HATES ME: Kabanata 241 - Kabanata 250

Serafine’s POVGrayson stared at me like he had been caught in something he couldn’t explain away.“Serafine, I—” he started, but the words stumbled out, uncertain.He ran a hand through his hair, clearly trying to gather himself. “You’re misunderstanding—”“Am I?” I snapped, stepping closer to him. “Then explain to me why you're out here making a call about something you did and no one suspecting.”His mouth opened again, but nothing came out. That silence told me more than anything he could have said.My chest tightened painfully.“Did you have anything to do with what happened at the cell?” I asked, praying really had that he didn't. “Serafine, don’t misunderstand me,” he said quickly, shaking his head. “I was talking about something else. It has nothing to do with whatever happened in there.”He was lying again. I could always tell when he lies to me. And this was the second time in one day. “You expect me to believe that?” I asked.“I’m telling you the truth,” he insisted.“No,

Serafine’s POVI was barely holding myself together as it was.Each step toward Grayson’s apartment sent a dull ache shooting up my ankle, but I welcomed the pain. It gave me something else to focus on. Something other than the tight knot in my chest.We reached the apartment building in silence.The walk upstairs felt longer than usual. He stayed a step behind me the entire time, like he didn’t know if he was allowed to come closer or if I’d snap at him again if he did.The moment the door opened, Clara appeared like she had been waiting.Her eyes lit up at first. “Finally—” her expression dropped the second she saw us.“What happened?” Her gaze flicked between my face and Grayson’s, confusion settling in. “You both look like you just walked out of a war.”I walked past her, silently. My ankle protested with every movement.“Serafine?” Clara called again, more concerned now.I sank onto the edge of the couch, placing my heels on the floor beside me. My hands rested in my lap.I hear

Alpha Bran’s POVThe water slid down my skin in steady warm streams, washing away the blood that had dried against my arms, my chest and my hands. I tilted my head back, closing my eyes as the last of the red swirled down the drain. But it wasn’t the blood that stayed with me.It was his voice. ‘Serafine would die soon, anyway.’My jaw tightened. And hand dragged through my wet hair, pushing it back as I exhaled slowly, trying and failing to push the words out of my mind.‘Bran,’ Aric’s voice hit my head through the mindlink.‘What?’‘Serafine’s injured.’My eyes snapped open immediately. “What happened?” “I don’t know. Her ankle is sprained again. The same one from before. It looks worse this time.”A low growl built in my chest.“Then take her to the hospital first.” I ordered.“She refused.”“Why are you listening to her? Take her to the hospital, Aric. Tell her it’s my order.”“I would love for you to pass that order to her directly.”My brows furrowed. “What’s that supposed to

Serafine’s POV My breath caught just before the distance between us disappeared completely. A sharp knock on the door shattered the moment. I jerked back instinctively, my heart racing.Bran froze, his hand still on my face, his expression hardened.“Come in,” he said, his voice low and controlled, like nothing had almost happened.The door opened, and a man stepped in carrying a medical case. The pack doctor.I quickly turned my face away, wiping the remaining tears.“Alpha,” the doctor greeted respectfully before his eyes shifted to me. “Luna.”Luna?I turned to look at Bran and he raised a brow at me. I swallowed and looked away.“Her ankle is sprained again. And seems worse than before.” Bran said, standing up slowly.The doctor nodded and walked over. “Let me take a look.”I pulled my leg back on instinct when he reached for me, but Bran’s voice came. “You should let him, Serafine. If you still want to use that leg.”I looked down at my red swollen skin and then at the doctor,

Alpha Bran's POV The guard opened the study door and stepped aside. Grayson walked in like a man carrying more weight than the suitcase in his hand. The door shut behind him with a quiet click.I didn’t move from behind my desk. Aric sat opposite me, one leg crossed over the other. His posture was deceptively relaxed but I knew him well enough to see the tension in his shoulders and the sharpness in his gaze.Both of us had our eyes fixed on Grayson.Grayson looked… different. Not in appearance as he was still put together. But something in him had dulled. The usual bite in his expression, the arrogance that lingered around him wasn’t there. Instead he was gloomy.My eyes flicked briefly to the suitcase in his hand before returning to his face.Aric spoke first. “What did you come here to do?”Grayson didn’t answer. His gaze shifted past Aric and landed directly on me. Then he lifted the suitcase slightly. “I brought Serafine’s belongings.”He walked forward, closing the distance to