All Chapters of BOUGHT BY THE ALPHA WHO DESPISES ME : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Mila’s POV….. Seven years ago…. It had been weeks since Knox left for Florida. The pack house felt emptier without him. The silence was almost suffocating, except for the occasional shuffle of boots, the low murmur of voices, and the distant howl of wolves at night. I spent most of my days cleaning, not because I liked it, but because it was all I could do to stay busy. To distract myself from the hollow ache in my chest after the rejection. Some days I wandered aimlessly through the halls, picking up stray books, dusting shelves, polishing the silver. Anything to keep from thinking about the night Knox had rejected me—the look in his eyes, the way he walked away as though I were nothing. And then came Alpha Bastian. I had known him before, of course—Knox’s older step brother—but I hadn’t thought much of him. Until he decided I was worth noticing and tormenting. The first time he cornered me in the hallway, I froze with fear, he was known for his ruthlessness. “You

Mila’s POV….. The moment the jet doors opened, cold air rushed inside. It smelled different here. If I said I missed the air I would be lying. My heart clenched before I even stepped out. Crescent Moon Pack. Home. Three years later, I was back after killing a pack mate and running away. I hesitated at the top of the stairs of Knox’s private jet, staring out at the wide stretch of land before us. The sky was pale blue, early morning sunlight spreading across the hills and forests that surrounded the pack territory. I knew these woods, every trail and every tree. Every hidden path where children used to run and play. Memories hit me all at once. Running barefoot through the grass as a child. My father laughing as he tried to catch me. The pack house lights glowing warmly at night. And the worst memory of all. Knox Mercer rejecting me in front of everyone. My chest tightened. “Move.” Knox’s voice cut through my train of thoughts. I stepped down the

Mila’s POV….. I sang a song my dad would always sing for me when I was down after being bullied in school and tears filled my eyes. I miss you dad , I whispered Rina stirred faintly in my mind, sensing my sadness. I swallowed the tightness in my throat. “Stop,” I whispered to myself. “You’re not doing this tonight.” I stood and walked toward the kitchen area, grabbing a glass and filling it with water from the tap. The pipes groaned the way they always had. Some things never changed. I had just taken a sip when a sharp knock sounded on the door. My entire body stiffened who would come here? The pack house was busy tonight. No one should even remember this place existed. The knock came again. I set the glass down and walked toward the door, my heart pounding in my chest, was it Isobel here to kill me finally? When I opened it— Knox Mercer stood there. Looking handsome and filling up the whole space. His presence filled the small doorway like he didn’t be

Mila's pov…..The training got worse before it got better.Or maybe I got stronger before it got used to me.Either way, days passed inside the royal house under Isobel Mercer’s merciless supervision, and slowly very slowly I stopped feeling like a stray dog someone had dragged in from the streets.Not that she ever stopped treating me like one.But I learned.I learned how to walk without looking like I was sneaking food from the kitchen.I learned how to sit without slouching.I learned how to greet elders without sounding like a terrified omega who had accidentally walked into the wrong room.And most importantly…I learned how to survive Isobel Mercer.“Back straight.“Her voice cracked like a whip across the garden.I stiffened instantly.The morning sun had barely risen, painting the royal courtyard gold. Dew clung to the flowers, and the air smelled fresh and cold.Meanwhile, I was balancing a book on my head.A very thick book.“Your shoulders are curling again,” Isobel said

Mila's pov…. I woke up slowly today. Hansel my annoying service maid didn't come to bang in my ears today. I had to wake up or Isobel would have my head. My eyes snapped open. Sunlight poured through the tall windows, turning the pale curtains gold dust motes floated lazily in the air. I groaned softly and rolled onto my side. My body still ached from yesterday’s lessons. Isobel Mercer was a tyrant. There was no other word for it. The woman had spent hours making me walk with books balanced on my head, correcting the way I held a spoon, and forcing me to repeat greetings until my throat went dry. “A Luna must embody elegance,” she had said. I had nearly fallen off the terrace trying to “embody elegance.” Thankfully Knox had caught me. The memory made my stomach flutter strangely I shoved the thought away. He was the reason I was in this mess. Still grumbling, I pushed myself upright. That was when I noticed it. Something on the floor near my door.