Semua Bab Sold to my Fated Five Exes: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Rilla’s POV"Rita, take her to the exit hall, the Alphas are waiting to collect their prize," Robbin said.His voice cut through the fog in my head like a cold blade. I watched him and River walk away without a backward glance. They moved fast, probably eager to count the small fortune they made by selling me off to the highest bidders.Rita didn't move. She stayed glued to the screen, staring at the photos of the five Alphas who had won the auction. Her eyes were wide with a mix of awe and greed."You really hit the jackpot," Rita muttered, her voice trailing off as she fantasized. "Five of them. Rich, powerful, and gorgeous. If I were a wolf, I would be crawling to them on my hands and knees. Instead, I am stuck here as a human, chasing pennies and living this pathetic life."She was so lost in her own head that she didn't notice my hand moving. On the tray next to my wheelchair, a small syringe sat forgotten. It was filled with a clear liquid meant to keep me compliant. I snatched

Royal’s POV"She was under enough sedatives to drop an alpha, so how did she get past the door?" The man with the round belly wiped his forehead, though there wasn't any sweat there. His calm act was falling apart.The skinnier guard looked at the floor. "She fought it. I don't know how. She stuck the needle into Rita instead and just ran."I watched Ripley step into the small room. He didn't look at the unconscious woman on the floor. Instead, he picked up a glass syringe. He held it under his nose and took a long, slow breath. Ripley didn't just like drugs. He lived for them. He spent his nights mixing chemicals and his days testing them. He could tell you the exact molecular weight of a toxin just by the scent.A nasty grin spread across his face. "Our little pet has some fire in her. I think I'll enjoy testing my new batches on a girl with this much spirit."Robbie took the syringe from him and mimicked the sniff. He let out a low whistle. "Man, that is a heavy dose. She should be

Royal’s POV"She is barely pulling air into her lungs," I said, looking down at the wreck of a girl on the pavement.Blood acted like a mask, coating her lips and drying in dark streaks across her skin. Her clothes were nothing but red-stained rags clinging to a frame that looked more like a corpse than a living woman. I didn't want to touch her. I didn't want to feel the heat of her skin or the faint pulse in her neck. But I knelt anyway, hooking my arms under her knees and back."If Philip didn't need you, I would leave you for the crows," I muttered.I wasn't sure if she could hear me through the haze of her pain. I didn't really care. I just needed her to understand that her life was a debt, not a gift."Ripley wants you dead, and he is right to want it," I continued, my voice flat. "You deserve nothing. But I won't let Philip lose Rosamund because of your mess."I stood up, lifting her. She was terrifyingly light. There was no substance to her, just bone and bad memories. I shove

Philip’s POV"I didn't sleep for a single second after I saw her face," I said, my voice echoing in the empty, dark room.The silence of the house usually calmed me, but today it felt like a weight. I had spent years searching for a pureblood she-wolf. She was the only hope for Rosamund. I had imagined a thousand different people, but I never thought it would be Rilla.Just thinking her name made my blood run hot with a fury I thought I had buried years ago. I wished she had stayed dead. I wished she had never existed at all.She was the reason I lost everything. My parents, the Alpha and Luna of our pack, died because of her. Rosamund, the woman I loved, was now a shell of herself. She lay in a bed, barely breathing, her spirit slowly slipping away. Even our unborn child was gone before it ever had a chance to live. Rilla had stolen all of it.When I saw her last night, the rage I kept locked away for six years exploded. If Ripley had not grabbed her first, I would have torn her limb

Rilla’s POV"Just a few more inches," I whispered to the empty air. "Then it can finally be over."My palms scraped against the rough gravel of the rooftop. Every inch of movement was a battle against my own failing body. My lungs felt like they were filled with glass, and the sweat on my skin turned cold in the wind. I dragged myself toward the edge, my legs trailing behind like dead weight.I reached the low concrete wall and hauled myself up. For the first time in six years, the sun actually hit my face. It wasn't the dim, artificial glow of a cell or the flickering lights of a hallway. It was real. The light was golden and heavy, warming my bruised skin. The breeze felt like a hand brushing hair away from my forehead. It was peaceful. It was the kind of quiet I had forgotten existed.I leaned my head against the ledge and closed my eyes. I needed one last moment. I needed to see him.I went back to that day. I remembered the weight of him in my arms, a tiny bundle of cloth and war