All Chapters of Sold to the rogue Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Three days passed.I stopped counting hours after the first day because time didn't mean anything when you were chained to a bed waiting for someone to decide if you lived or died.Ryder came and went like a ghost, brought food and water twice a day and set them down within reach of the chain without looking at me, without speaking, without acknowledging that I'd tried to talk to him every single time.I'd begged at first, asked him questions, told him I was sorry, told him I didn't know what I was, told him anything I thought might make him look at me like I was still a person instead of the thing that killed his first mate.He never responded, just stared at me with those storm gray eyes that shifted between hatred and confusion and something else I couldn't name, then left and locked the door behind him.By the second day I'd stopped trying to talk and started watching him instead, noticed the way his hands clenched into fists when he set the food down, noticed the way his jaw tigh

I stared at him."You're mine and I don't give back what's mine," I repeated slowly. "That's your reason?""Yes.""That's not a reason, that's ownership.""It's both."I stood up and the chain rattled. "You just chose me over your entire territory.""I know what I did.""Do you?" My voice was getting louder. "Because Cassius is coming back in twenty-four hours with an army and you're going to lose everything you built because you're too stubborn to make the smart choice.""The smart choice is giving you to a man who wants to use you as a weapon.""The smart choice is keeping your rogues alive." I took a step toward him. "I'm not worth a war, Ryder.""That's not your decision to make.""It should be, it's my life, my bloodline, my uncle coming to take me.""And you're my mate." He moved closer and his eyes flashed red. "Which means what happens to you is my decision.""No it's not.""Yes it is, and Cipher agrees with me."We were standing a few feet apart now, both breathing hard, the

The room felt different after Ryder left.I looked at my hands and thought about the claws, about the power humming under my skin waiting for me to figure out how to use it.I closed my eyes and reached for my wolf.She was right there, closer to the surface than she'd ever been, awake and aware.I thought about Cassius coming back, about the rogues who might die because Ryder chose to keep me.My eyes shifted.I felt the gold bleed in, felt my vision sharpen until I could see dust particles floating in the afternoon light.I held it for ten seconds, twenty, thirty, then let it fade.It was getting easier every time.I tried the claws next and watched silver claws extend from my fingertips without the bone-cracking pain from before.I retracted them smoothly.The power was responding to me now instead of just erupting when I got emotional.But I could also feel something else building under the surface, something bigger, something that felt like it was waiting.The command ability Cas

The scout’s words still echoed in my ears as Ryder’s door slammed shut behind him. Less than an hour.My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I could feel it in my throat. Cassius wasn’t waiting for the deadline. He was coming early, like he could sense the bond tightening between Ryder and me.I pressed my palm to the crescent scar on my right hand, the old childhood mark suddenly burning like a fresh brand. My wolf stirred beneath my skin. She didn’t understand fear the way I did. She only understood mate, threat, protect.“Vada.”Ryder’s voice cut through the rising panic. He had come back into the room without noticing. His storm-gray eyes were already bleeding red at the edges. Cipher was close to the surface.“You’re shaking,” he said, low and rough.“I’m not ready.” The admission tasted like ash. “I can make my eyes glow and grow claws, but that won’t stop an army. I don’t know how to use whatever power Cassius wants from me. I don’t even know if I can use it.”Ryder crossed

SILVER AND STORMCassius moved like he'd been born to kill.I'd spent twenty-three years believing I was the weakest thing in Silvercrest Pack. I'd scrubbed floors and kept my eyes down and let people call me worthless so many times the word had almost felt true.Standing in this blood-soaked courtyard, silver fur rippling across my skin and violet eyes burning in the dark, I understood for the first time that I had never been weak. I had been hidden.And I was done hiding.Cassius's Phantom Wolf form was enormous, broader than Ryder's black wolf, built from decades of battle and brutality. He circled me with the lazy confidence of a predator who had never once lost."There she is," he said, and somehow I heard him clearly despite everything. "Your mother wasted her whole life running from what she was. Look at you. Magnificent.""Don't talk about my mother.""I knew her better than you did, little wolf." He feinted left and I tracked it, didn't bite. "She was exactly like you. Stubbo