All Chapters of SOLD TO THE ALPHA WHO HATES ME: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

Serafine’s POVI remained wrapped around Bran's waist while his arms stayed firmly around me. His heartbeat thundered beneath my ear.A part of me still couldn't believe what had just happened.Bran had just said the words I had spent months yearning to hear.My eyes burned again, but this time the tears were out of joy.Bran sighed softly above me. His chin rested against the top of my head. Neither of us needed to speak. We settled into the silence.Eventually, I felt him tighten his arms around me slightly."I didn't mean to hurt you." He mumbled.The quiet confession made my chest ache. I pulled back enough to look up at him. His winter gray eyes were filled with emotions I had never seen him allow anyone to witness."I know," I whispered."I've made a lot of mistakes." He mumbled again.I smiled sadly. "Then don’t make more mistakes."A startled laugh escaped his lips suddenly. My eyes widened at him. He looked equally surprised. Then another small chuckle escaped him. "With yo

Serafine's POVI found myself standing outside Bran's office. Unlike the other days, I wasn't nervous and only wanted to see him.I couldn't help the smile that crept on my face as I thought of how much I had missed him already.These past few days, things between us had changed. We were like two people finally learning how to walk toward each other after spending months standing on opposite sides of a river.I knocked once before pushing the door open.Bran looked up from his paperwork the moment I stepped in. The cold expression usually on his face disappeared and was replaced with a smile. His eyes screamed of warmth.It happened so quickly that most people would have missed it. I didn't. And my heart still reacted every single time."Serafine." His voice softened.I walked towards him. "Working?"His gaze dropped to the mountain of reports on top of his desk. "Unfortunately."I laughed. "You sound like it's a burden.""A moment ago, it wasn't. But now that i think of not being abl

Serafine’s POVI should have known something was wrong the moment Clara smiled at me during breakfast.Whenever Clara had a plan, it was always something complicating. Unfortunately, I didn't realize it until it was too late."Finish eating." She muttered.I looked up from my plate and caught her staring at me."Why?" I asked."Because we're leaving soon."My fork paused halfway to my mouth. "Leaving?""Yes.""To where?"Her smile widened.I became nervous. "Clara."She stood up. "Finish your food, first."My eyes narrowed at her. "You're acting weird.""No, I'm not.""Then what's with the weird smile on your face?""That's because I'm happy."I sighed. "That's exactly what worries me."Her laughter filled the dining room.I should have ran. I really should have.Instead, thirty minutes later, I found myself being dragged through the packhouse by an overly excited Clara."Slow down!""I am.""Clara!""Yes."I groaned. Despite being smaller than me, she possessed impossible amounts of

Alpha Bran's POVThe New Moon Celebration arrived way sooner than I was prepared for. Not that I would ever admit that out loud. The problem wasn't the festival itself. The problem was Serafine.I had not seen her since Clara kidnapped her two days ago, saying it was for the festival preparations.Despite having a large pack to lead, piles of reports to review, border disputes to resolve, and a territory to protect, my thoughts kept drifting toward her.It was becoming a serious problem. One that Bane and Lupin refused to let me ignore."Our Alpha has been reading the same page for one hour now." Bane muttered.I didn't look up from the report in front of me."I can hear you."Lupin snorted. I raised my eyes to look at him. Both Gammas were standing near my desk looking so entertained."What do you want?" I asked them.Lupin pointed at the document in my hand. "What's the third line?"I glanced down. Then paused. Because I didn't know.Damn it.Lupin's grin widened. "I knew it."I to

Serafine's POV The moment Bran took my hand, every teasing thought disappeared from my head. The laughter. The embarrassment. The amusement from tormenting him about the list of activities he would do in the festival vanished. Because his fingers had intertwined with mine so naturally that my heart forgot how to beat. For a moment, I simply stared at our joined hands. I couldn’t take my eyes off his strong fingers. Warm skin and a firm yet gentle grip. Yet, somehow, it felt more intimate than anything else. Perhaps because this was Bran. The same Bran who once struggled to express even the smallest emotion. The same Bran who had spent months building walls around himself. And now he was standing in the middle of the New Moon Festival holding my hand without caring who saw. The realization made my chest warm. His thumb brushed lightly across my knuckles. My heart betrayed me. I was hopeless. Bran glanced down at me. His winter gray eyes softened. "What are you thinking about?