Todos los capítulos de My Ex Sold Me To The Devil: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my teeth. The Beta—Garrick, I think his name was—loomed over me like a storm cloud, his foul breath hot against my face. His aura pressed down on me, thick and suffocating, making my newly awakened wolf curl up and whimper like a beaten dog. Pathetic, I thought bitterly. Even here, I was still the weak one.“You don’t belong in these halls, slave,” he snarled, his meaty hand shooting out to grab my chin, forcing my face up. His fingers dug in hard enough to bruise. “The King might be blinded by whatever spell you cast on him, but I see you. Weak. Broken. When he finally smells the truth on you and that human whelp, you’ll be scrubbing floors with your own blood. Or opening your legs for the guards in the lower halls. You are a defect. A barren, human-smelling glitch ”Tears burned my eyes. I tried to pull away, but his grip was iron. My stitches pulled sharply, a hot flare of pain that made me gasp. Had I really escaped one monster just to

KaelenThe mud was freezing, thick and suffocating as it filled my mouth.I was on my knees. Heavy, iron-forged chains bound my wrists, the metal biting deep into my skin, burning like silver. I couldn't move. I couldn't shift. The massive, roaring crowd surrounding the execution block didn't smell like normal wolves. They smelled of ozone, crushed rock, and ancient power. Lycans.I looked up, blood and filth dripping into my eyes.Standing above me wasn't the Lycan King I know. It was a younger man, towering and impossibly broad, clad in dark, royal armor. But his eyes—they were glowing, toxic silver. My eyes. He had my jawline, my hair, but he possessed a suffocating, world-ending aura that made my inner beast cower and whine like a beaten pup.Beside him stood Liora. She wasn't wearing a bloody hospital gown. She was draped in heavy, spun-gold furs, a crown of chrome-black obsidian resting in her dark hair. Her hazel eyes were completely devoid of pity. She looked… she didn’t look

LioraI stared at the stranger in the mirror, my chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow hitches.Three weeks. It had been exactly twenty-one days since Kaelen dragged me out of a clinic bed and threw me into the freezing mud of the slave square.The woman looking back at me didn't look like a slave. The Omegas of the Valrok Empire had scrubbed the grime from my skin and brushed the dullness out of my hair until it fell in thick, dark waves down my back. They had draped me in a gown of heavy, midnight-blue silk, embroidered at the bodice with the silver crest of the Lycan King. The fabric felt like a second skin, heavy and impossibly expensive, pooling around my feet on the cold basalt floor.I looked like royalty. I looked like a Luna.But beneath the silk, I was still broken. My hands were shaking so badly I had to grip the edges of the vanity to keep myself upright.Five days ago, the Lycan King had snapped the neck of his own Beta simply because the man had spoken out of turn t

The heavy iron doors opened with a deep groan, a metallic screech that sounded like the earth itself tearing apart.I stepped over the threshold, the thick wool cloak gathered tightly around Mael, my knuckles turning white from how hard I gripped him.The Great Assembly Hall of the Valrok Empire was not a room. It was a cavernous, terrifying coliseum carved directly into the black belly of the mountain. Tiered rows of obsidian benches rose up into the shadows, forming a massive semi-circle. Banners from every corner of the continent hung from the vaulted ceiling—the silver pines of the Northern Wastes, the jagged claws of the Eastern Steppes, the blood-red moons of the Southern tracking elites.And filling those benches were hundreds of men.The sheer, concentrated weight of their Alpha auras hit me like a physical wall. The air in the hall was thick, tasting of ozone, musk, and ancient –anything the nose can smell, each pack with their unique scent. For a terrifying second, my lungs

"I guess her fate has been decided then."The words left Riven’s mouth quietly, but in the dead silence of the cavernous hall, they rang like the tolling of an execution bell.He didn't look at me. He kept his golden eyes fixed on the dark stone wall above Kaelen’s head. "If this is what needs to be done to keep the order of things, then it has to be done. My personal interest will not cloud over the interest of nations. It would be… selfish of me."The world stopped spinning. The air vanished from my lungs. The words hit me harder than any slap Kaelen had ever given me.A violent, freezing numbness started at the base of my skull and washed down my spine, instantly paralyzing my nervous system. My body simply ceased to belong to me. My arms, holding the only thing in this world that mattered, suddenly went completely slack.Mael slipped.It happened in a fraction of a second, but my mind processed it in horrifying slow motion. The heavy wool cloak unravelled. My hands failed. And my