Semua Bab BOUGHT BY THE ALPHA WHO DESPISES ME : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Mila's POV…I watched them approach me.Isobel stood tall, her posture regal as always, her sharp eyes studying me like I was a problem she was tired of.Kreda stood beside her looking tall and beautiful as ever.And looking at me like she wanted to stab me.I straightened instinctively.“Good morning,” I said carefully.Isobel didn’t return the greeting.Her gaze flicked briefly to my neck.I resisted the urge to touch the hidden mate mark.“So,” she said coolly.“You survived the night.”My stomach tightened.“That’s one way to say it.”Kreda snorted softly beside her.Isobel’s lips pressed into a thin line.“I heard about what happened.”Of course she had.This house had more ears than walls.“i got attacked” I said quietly.Isobel’s expression darkened slightly.“Yes and you also got bitten without consent”Her voice turned sharp.“And now we are left with the consequences of your recklessness.”My brows furrowed.“My recklessness?”Kreda crossed her arms, clearly enjoying this.I

Knox's POVThe council meeting ended in silence.The kind of silence that meant everyone in that room was already planning their next move.I walked out of the chamber without another word. Conrad and Caleb followed close behind me, their boots echoing along the stone corridor.For several seconds, no one spoke.Then Caleb exhaled loudly.“Well,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “That went… terribly.”Conrad shot him a look.“Not helping.”I kept walking.Nikal was still pacing inside my head, restless and irritated after the confrontation.Threats had been made and the lines had been drawn.There was no pretending anymore.Bastian’s supporters wanted my throne.And they were getting bold about it.Which meant I had to act fast.We reached the strategy room near my office. The door was already open.Five figures waited inside.My supporters.The only elders in that council chamber I trusted even slightly.Elder Matthias sat at the center of the table, his hands folded over a

Mila's POVFlashback continues…..The clatter of dishes and the noises of conversation filled the small restaurant.It was always loud here.Plates were always clinking and customers always laughing.Orders being shouted across the kitchen.Normally the noise helped drown out my thoughts.Normally.Tonight it just made my head ache.I balanced a tray of drinks carefully as I weaved through the crowded tables, forcing a polite smile onto my face.“Two lemon teas and one beer,” I said, placing the glasses down.The men at the table barely glanced at me.“Thanks.”“Anything else?” I asked automatically.They shook their heads.“Good.”I picked up my tray again and turned toward the counter.My feet already hurt.I had been working since morning but that was normal now.I was working long hours and smiling for strangers.Pretending everything was fine.It had been months since I left the pack.Months since I ran from Bastian.Months since I boarded that train with nothing but a small bag

Knox's POV…Flashback…..The cage smelled like blood and silver.Even now, years later, the memory alone was enough to make my wolf stir uneasily beneath my skin.I could still hear the chains.Still feel the cold metal biting into my wrists.Still remember the way my own growls echoed off the stone walls like I was nothing more than a wild animal locked underground.Back then… that was exactly what they thought I was.A monster, a failure and a disgrace.My claws scraped across the floor as I lunged against the bars again,my teeth bared as rage and panic tore through my chest.The silver burned me.Every time my skin touched the cage, it felt like fire tearing through my veins.But I couldn’t stop, my wolf was feral and out of control.I snarled again, shaking the bars violently.“Calm down, Knox!”The voice echoed from the stairs above.It was my mother.She rushed into the cellar with two guards behind her, her face pale with worry.“Knox!”I growled at her too.Not because I wante

Mila's POV..My heart slammed violently against my ribs.Bastian.The name alone felt like a knife twisting in my chest.For a second, I couldn’t breathe.Couldn’t think or even move.Then instinct took over.I struggled hard, I wasn't going to let him take me.My knee drove upward, trying to hit him anywhere I could reach. My hands twisted against his grip, my nails digging into his skin as I fought to break free.“Get off me!” I hissed.Bastian barely reacted.If anything, he looked amused.“Still as feisty as I remember.”Rage burned through the fear.I twisted again, managing to jerk one arm free, but before I could strike him, he grabbed my wrist and slammed it back against the ground.Pain shot up my arm.“Stop.”His voice dropped into the cold and commanding tone but I didn’t stop.I refused to.“You don’t get to touch me!” I spat.His grip tightened.“Oh, I think I do.”I froze for just a second not because I believed him.But because I knew what he was capable of.His dark ey