All Chapters of SOLD TO THE ALPHA KING: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Rider's POV Bailey brought Sol to me, a quiet shadow trailing in her wake. I had imagined confronting him, had planned the anger I would unleash, but the fury withered five minutes into his careful, nervous explanation. He stood before me, a man of twenty-four, gaunt and pale under the harsh light of my office. He had been Voss’s tethered puppet since childhood, and the weight of that truth settled heavily. He had sat in a room beside Bailey for three months, a wilting mourning flower in his hand, convinced Voss would have him killed if he failed, certain some other, more ruthless operative would take his place. “The flower,” I said, my voice rougher than I intended, “why did you keep it?” Sol flinched, his eyes darting to Bailey, then back to m

Bailey's POV Declan found me in the library, as usual. He walked straight to the table where I sat, the one near the tall arched window, and pulled out the chair opposite me. I watched his face as he sat, trying to decipher his mood, but it was unreadable. He placed a folded piece of paper, thick and cream-colored, on the polished wood between us. He didn’t say anything. He just pushed it slightly towards me and then settled back, his gaze steady.I picked it up, my fingers brushing the heavy paper. It felt strangely formal, out of place in our current chaos. The return address was printed neatly in the top left corner. Lia. My name was handwritten below, precise and elegant. I unfolded it carefully.It was three pages long. Lia wrote exactly as she spoke, directly, without a single wasted word or flourish. Her handwriting was small but clear, unwavering. I started to read.She began by explaining how Voss had approached her eight months ago. She’d been outside territory then, vulner

Rider's POVI read Lia’s correspondence with Voss twice. The words blurred after a while, my eyes tracing the same lines, searching for something, anything, beyond what lay bare. It confirmed everything she had said in the letter to Bailey: basic, routine information exchanged over a two-month period. Nothing operational, no whispers of strategy, nothing that could have directly fed into the council’s case against my Alpha status. The emails were innocuous, almost painstakingly so, a series of pleasantries and minor details, the sort of bureaucratic fluff that filled the inboxes of political aides everywhere. Then, abruptly, eight weeks ago, Lia’s replies ceased. Voss’s contact, a man named Barret, grew increasingly demanding in his subsequent messages, each one tinged with a rising impatience, and each unanswered. She had simply stopped. 

Bailey's POV  A knock came at my door, soft enough not to startle but firm enough to demand attention. I was still shaky from the infirmary, from the sudden rush of information and the weight of what it meant. My hand went to my still-flat belly, a protective instinct already taking root. “Come in,” I called, my voice a little hoarse. Raven pushed the door open, his usual stoicism creased by a rare, troubled frown. He didn't waste time with pleasantries, which I appreciated. I preferred the direct approach, especially now. I would rather hear it from him, unfiltered, than piece together whispers and half-truths from the other guards. He closed the door behind him and moved to stand in front of me as I sat braced on the edge of the bed. “They came for y

Declan's POV  The first sliver of dawn was just bleeding into the sky, painting the eastern horizon in bruised purples and grays when Rider called us together. He didn't need to say anything; the taut line of his shoulders, the hard set of his jaw, they spoke louder than any shout. He held a crumpled piece of paper, too small for a formal message, too precise for a random note. My stomach clenched. How many messages had started our worst days? He smoothed the paper on the worn table in the war room, pushing it towards us. Raven leaned over it first, his eyes scanning the elegant script. I could feel the tension radiating off him. Then it was my turn. I read it once, quickly, my mind already trying to dissect the meaning. "They have watched him for a long time. They do n