All Chapters of Traded to the Ruthless Alpha: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

KillianI didn’t speak to Reya on the ride back.If I said anything, I was afraid I would admit just how close I had come to losing her.Every time I looked at her, I saw the boundary markers again.Less than fifty feet.That was all that had separated her from whatever Sophia had planned.I saw Cormac’s black eyes.Heard Sophia telling Reya she had almost gone too far for me to save her.And then I remembered the note.Please forgive me.I wasn’t anywhere close to forgiveness.Reya rode beside one of the warriors while I kept Cormac near me.He had gone unconscious not long after we turned back. Whatever strength had carried him out of the infirmary disappeared the moment Sophia stopped using his body.That thought made my skin crawl.He was too quiet.Every so often, his eyelids fluttered, and I found myself watching him too closely.As if someone else might be awake behind them.By the time Blackwood’s gates came into view, my anger had cooled.Not disappeared.Just hardened into s

Bernice: Skylar still thought this was about control. That was his mistake. He believed every plan needed a visible victory: Reya alive beside him, Killian weakened, and smaller packs cowed into submission. Those were tidy ambitions for a man pretending to play a complicated game. I wanted something cleaner and permanent. By the time I reached the old house at the forest’s edge, night had swallowed the trees. No guards stood outside, and no lights burned in the windows. Sophia knew I was coming. The door opened on its own, and I stepped inside. “You failed,” I said, my voice carrying through the room. Two candles flared near the far wall. Sophia sat at the table, looking too comfortable for someone who had allowed Killian Blackwood to ruin one of our best opportunities. Her black eyes met mine. “I nearly had her,” she said. “Nearly is becoming an irritating word,” I answered. “She left Blackwood,” she said. “And came back,” I said. “Because Killian found her,” she added. “E

Reya: Cormac looked peaceful in his sleep, which somehow made it worse. If I ignored the restraints around his wrists, the dark circles beneath his eyes, and the way his fingers twitched every few minutes as if he were still fighting, I could almost pretend he was only resting. I held on to that small comfort until reality broke through again. I sat beside his bed, hands locked together in my lap, and watched his chest rise and fall. He was alive. The thought should have felt like a blessing, but Sophia had twisted it into a threat. For now, she had said. She had left the rest hanging between us, knowing the silence would do more damage than the words. The healer said Cormac was stable. Killian repeated the same careful reassurance. Everyone kept using words meant to calm me: stable, resting, recovering. They helped, but only a little. None of them reached the dark place Sophia entered when Cormac closed his eyes. None of them could tell me whether sleep was helping him heal or giv

Reginald: I woke with Killian’s hand resting over my waist and his face buried against the back of my neck. For a few seconds I did not move. Morning light had barely begun slipping between the curtains and the room felt softer than it had any right to be. Killian’s breathing was slow behind me, his chest warm against my back, and one of my shadows had curled itself lazily around his forearm as though sometime during the night it had decided he belonged there too. I stared at that small, careful curl. Months ago my shadows would have reacted to anyone holding me this closely. Now they settled around him and trusted him. Maybe they understood something before I did. My mouth curved faintly at the thought. I shifted, trying to turn without waking him, but his arm tightened at once. “You are terrible at sneaking away.” “I didn’t want to wake you up, that’s all.” The teasing left me. I knew what he meant. His fingers stopped at my hip and there was no accusation in his face, but th

Cormac: The strangest thing about Sophia being gone was not the silence, but the cold inside me. I had wanted her out of my head so badly that I expected relief. I thought my wolf would return, my thoughts would settle, and I would feel like myself again. Instead everything inside me felt hollow. The infirmary was warm, and the healer had added another blanket after finding my temperature low. None of it reached me. The cold came from somewhere deeper. I stared at my hands. For days, I had watched them move without my command, felt my mouth form words I hated, and my body lunge toward Reya while I screamed beneath Sophia’s control. Now every movement was mine, yet I still did not trust them. Reya stepped inside, her shadows held close. Everyone approached me carefully now. The healer watched me, the guards watched harder, and even Killian checked my eyes first. I understood why, but it still hurt. Reya closed the door behind her. “Killian knows I am here,” she said. I looked at