All Chapters of Sold To The Ruthless Alpha Prince: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Third person’s povRafael had never imagined that winning battles across kingdoms would prove easier than earning a single conversation with the woman he loved.Three days had passed since Nora had turned him away without so much as looking back, and by then he had accepted one painful truth…. she had no intention of forgiving him anytime soon.He had come believing a few heartfelt apologies and enough persistence might soften her anger, but every encounter only reminded him of the depth of the wounds he had left behind. Nora was no longer the young woman who had waited endlessly for him to choose her. She had built an entirely new life without him, and he was nothing more than an unwelcome reminder of everything she had survived.Returning to his own territory suddenly felt like surrendering and losing them permanently. So instead of leaving, Rafael rented a modest apartment on the outskirts of the town, far removed from the luxuries of his castle. It was small, with only two bedro

Nora's POV The following weeks settled into a routine I had never expected to have with Rafael, one that felt strange and almost unreal at first, yet slowly became so familiar that I began noticing his absence whenever he was late, which was something I refused to admit, even to myself.Rafael and I had gently broken the news of Rafael being her father and instead of being confused as we expected, Fiona was excited and didn't even ask questions. She easily accepted and welcomed Rafael like she had known him her entire life.Every evening, Rafael came to my house to spend time with Fiona, and although he had initially promised he would not interfere with my life, his presence inevitably became part of it anyway. Fiona never allowed him to simply visit her and leave without dragging me into whatever activity she had decided we were all doing that day.The first few evenings had been awkward. I would stand nearby while Rafael tried to figure out what a four-year-old actually wanted from

Nora’s POV"Mom, let's have a family day!" Fiona said all of a sudden after breakfast."A family outing, but we've been going out a alot very recently baby, I think we should rest today" I said to her softly and she pouted. "Your mother is right, Fiona" Elena, Fiona's biggest supporter saiss.Fiona turned to her in betrayal, but before I could decide whether to be annoyed or amused, someone knocked on the front door.Fiona's entire face brightened. I knew who it was before Rafael even stepped inside.The moment he saw her standing beside the table with that particular expression, he stopped. “What happened?”“Family day,” Fiona announced, ignoring my earlier rejection.Rafael looked at me. I pointed at our daughter. “She's probably been planning this since before breakfast.” I said.“Since yesterday,” Fiona corrected.“That is not helping.”Rafael's gaze moved between us. "I don't mind going out again with you" he said."You know what, some family bonding isn't so bad after all" Ele

Third person's POV A report arrived at Lake Pack just before sunset, and Karl dismissed the exhausted messenger without a second thought before breaking the seal. He expected another failed report about Nora, another confirmation that the spies he had sent across the territories had found nothing, but the moment he began reading, his attention sharpened. The description was of a woman living under a false identity in a distant territory, a former omega with chestnut-brown hair, hazel eyes, and a silver moon pendant she rarely removed. Karl stared at the page for several seconds before a slow smile touched his lips. “Nora.” he whispered her name to himself. She was alive. Not only alive, but apparently living peacefully, working as a judge, and building a life far from the palace, Rafael, and everything she had once escaped. After a year of searching, he had finally found her.Then he read about the little girl who was frequently seen with Nora and the woman who had accompanied her

Nora's POV On a beautiful day, we were talking a walk to the herb garden that Fiona insisted upon despite the gray clouds gathering low over the manor, and by the time I had her back inside and changed out of her damp little dress, the rain had turned into the kind of relentless downpour that soaks through wool and bone alike.Although I told myself she would be fine, that children caught chills all the time and shook them off by morning, I knew within hours that something was wrong, because she would not settle. When I pressed my lips to her forehead the heat radiating off her small body frightened me in a way I had not been frightened since the night I gave birth to her alone in this very house. I carried her through the corridors myself and rushed to the pack healer, an older woman named Greta who had tended to the sick in this village for years.She took one look at Fiona’s flushed cheeks and glassy eyes and did not bother with reassurances before she began working, murmuring