All Chapters of SOLD TO THE ALPHA KING: Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

Bailey's POV “Your great grandmother on your mother’s side was full fae,” Hera said quietly, and for a second I genuinely thought I had misheard her because the sentence did not fit anywhere inside my understanding of my own life.I stared at her.Raven had gone completely still behind me.“What,” I asked slowly.Hera did not look uncertain.“She took a wolf mate,” Hera continued, “and the bloodline diluted across generations until it became nearly undetectable.”“Nearly,” Raven repeated carefully.Hera nodded once.I laughed softly under my breath but there was no humor in it, just disbelief trying to find somewhere to land.“You are telling me,” I said, “that Voss knew I had fae blood before I even knew what I was.”“Yes,” Hera answered immediately.I leaned back in the chair slowly, my thoughts moving too fast and not fast enough at the same time.“That is why he bound me,” I murmured.“Yes.”“And why he selected me for the Thorne brothers.”“Yes,” she repeated again, and every an

Rider's POV  “It does not change anything,” I told her the second I walked fully into the room because pretending I had not been standing outside listening would have been pointless and because the look she gave me when she turned around made honesty feel less optional than breathing. Bailey held my gaze across the room, steady and calm in that dangerous way she gets when she has already reached a decision internally and is now just waiting to see who else catches up to it. “I know,” she replied quietly. I nodded once but stayed where I was for a second longer before finally sitting down across from her. “I need to say it anyway,” I admitted.

Bailey's POV  “Are they really gone,” I asked quietly, my hands resting on the cold stone of the corridor window as I watched the last of the Council vehicles roll toward the outer gates. The council left before dawn, their departure efficient and controlled, with none of the ceremony that had marked their arrival days earlier. Voss was escorted through the gates by Rider’s men, flanked on both sides as if there were any doubt he would comply, and yet he did not struggle, did not argue, and did not look back even once. That silence unsettled me more than any protest would have, because it felt deliberate, as if he was storing something away rather than surrendering it. I stayed at the window long after the final vehicle disappeared beyond the gates, li

Raven's POV“You are still writing in that language,” I said as I stepped into the doorway of the east guest room, my voice steady even though I had already decided not to make this a confrontation.Callum did not look up right away. He continued writing at the small desk positioned near the window, the kind of placement that suggested whoever had assigned this room had not expected him to stay long enough to care about comfort. The exit paperwork was spread across the surface, half completed, and his pen moved with practiced familiarity over the old pack dialect that most wolves in this territory had stopped using years ago.I stayed where I was for a moment longer than necessary, not because I was uncertain about entering, but because I was observing him. I had not seen Callum in twelve years without the distance of a crisis, a battlefield, or a council directive shaping the context between us. Without that pressure, he looked different in a way I was not prepared for. Older, more c