All Chapters of Sold to My Enemy Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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The Price

Three hundred wolves watched my life end. Not with blood. With seven words.Dane stood on the ceremonial platform, his silver eyes fixed somewhere above my head. He couldn't even look at me.I, Alpha Dane of Silver Crescent, reject you, Aria Gray, as my fated mate and Luna.His voice echoed off the stone walls. Clean. Bored. Final.The Great Hall went silent. Then someone laughed. I don't know who. The sound multiplied, bounced around, turned into a wave of snickers and whispers that crashed over my head.My wolf collapsed inside my chest. Curled into nothing. She didn't howl. Didn't fight. Just… died.Dane finally looked at me. His eyes were cold. Empty. Like I was a stranger."Say something," he said.I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.Mira stepped forward from behind Alpha Marcus's throne. She wrapped her arm around Dane's waist. Pressed her perfect body against his perfect body. Smiled at me. Slow. Sweet. Poisonous."Don't be dramatic, Aria," Mira said. "Everyone knew he'd never

His Bed

His room smelled like him.Smoke. Leather. Pine. Blood. It was everywhere — in the sheets, the walls, the air. I couldn't escape it. Didn't try. I just sat on the edge of his bed with my back straight and my hands in my lap like my mother taught me.One chair by the window. One dresser. One bed big enough for four people. No rug. No pictures. No warmth.This wasn't a room. It was a cage with better furniture.The door had no handle on the inside.I counted my breaths. One. Two. Three. My wolf paced under my skin. She should have been mourning the rejection. Instead she kept pushing toward the door. Toward him."Traitor," I whispered.The lock turned at 1:17 AM.Kael walked in alone. His men stayed outside.He didn't look at me. Went to the chair by the window, sat down, and started pulling off his boots. Slow. Deliberate. Like I wasn't even there.I watched him. The way his shoulders moved under his black shirt. The way his jaw tightened when he pulled off the second boot. The way his

The First Taste

The pack stared at me like I was already dead.I felt their eyes the moment I walked into the dining hall. Dozens of wolves. All of them Bloodmoon. All of them hungry for something I couldn't give them.A blonde woman near the window whispered to her friend. The friend laughed. A man by the fire placed his hand on his knife and didn't take it off.I kept walking.The dining hall was huge — twice the size of Silver Crescent's. Stone floors. Dark wood tables. A fire burning in a hearth big enough to roast a whole deer. The ceiling was lost in shadow.At the far end, a table sat empty. One plate. One cup. One chair.Kael's chair.I stopped in front of it."No," I said to no one in particular. "I'm not sitting there."A deep voice came from behind me. "Then you don't eat."I turned.An older man stood by the kitchen door. Grey hair. Grey eyes. A body that had been built for fighting thirty years ago and never got the memo to stop. He held a tray of food — bread, meat, something steaming i

The Border

The border looked like any other tree line.Snow-covered pines. Frozen ground. Grey sky pressing down like a ceiling. But I could feel the tension in the air — the way the wolves on both sides stood too still, watched too closely, breathed too carefully.Kael stood beside me. His shoulder brushed mine. Deliberate."Smile," he said."I don't know how.""Pretend."I looked at the twenty wolves lined up behind us. Bloodmoon warriors. Armed. Silent. Every single one of them had been watching me since we left the house."Your pack hates me," I said."My pack fears me more than they hate you.""That's not comforting.""It wasn't meant to be."Kael stepped forward. His hand found the small of my back. Pushed me ahead of him.The tree line moved.Wolves emerged from the shadows. Silver Crescent colors. Grey and white. I recognized some of their faces. Wolves I'd grown up with. Wolves who had watched me fall.Marcus walked at the front.Dane stood beside him. Mira clung to Dane's arm like a ne

The Jealousy

The kiss followed me to bed.Not Kael. Just the memory. Just the way his mouth felt against mine. Just the sound he made when I didn't push him away.I lay on the left side of his bed. The same spot as last night. The same clothes. The same bite mark throbbing on my neck.Kael wasn't here.He'd disappeared after the truck stopped. Told Elias to take me upstairs. Said he had work to do. Didn't look at me when he said it.I touched my lips."Stop it," I whispered to myself.My wolf didn't listen.The door opened.Not Kael.Vera.The blonde from the dining hall. She stood in the doorway with her arms crossed and her eyes burning."You're in his bed," she said."Apparently.""You don't belong here.""Tell that to the man who bought me."Vera walked inside. Didn't ask permission. Didn't care. She stopped at the foot of the bed and looked down at me like I was something she'd scraped off her shoe."I've been waiting for Kael for three years," she said. "Three years of being patient. Three y

The Return

Kael came back three days later.I felt him before I saw him. The bond — the thing he kept calling a bond — pulsed in my chest like a second heartbeat. Warm. Demanding. Pulling me toward the front door.I was in the kitchen. Eating bread I didn't taste. Drinking tea that had gone cold an hour ago.Elias looked up from his chair by the fire. His grey eyes softened."He's back," Elias said."I know.""You're not going to meet him?""No.""Why not?"I put down the bread. Looked at my hands. They were shaking. They had been shaking for three days."Because if I see him," I said, "I'm going to kiss him again. And then he's going to leave again. And I can't do that. I can't keep being left."Elias said nothing.The front door opened.Boots on the stone floor. Heavy. Deliberate. The same walk I'd heard on my first night here. The same walk that had haunted my dreams for seventy-two hours.Kael walked into the kitchen.He looked terrible.Dark circles under his eyes. Blood on his shirt — not

The Wolf at My Heel

Vera showed up at breakfast with a knife on her hip and murder in her eyes."Kael says I have to watch you," she said."Kael says a lot of things.""He says I go everywhere with you.""Then sit down. You're making the table look lonely."Vera sat across from me. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a tight braid. Her jaw was sharp enough to cut glass."I don't like you," she said."I know.""I've loved him since I was fifteen.""I know that too.""And you just showed up. Bought. Sold. Like you're nothing."I put down my bread. Looked her in the eye."Vera," I said. "I'm going to say something. And I want you to hear it. Not fight it. Just hear it."Her hand moved to her knife."I'm not trying to take him from you.""Then what are you doing?""Surviving."Vera's hand relaxed. Just a fraction."He's different with you," she said. "Softer. I've never seen him soft.""Maybe he was always soft. Maybe he just forgot how to show it."Vera stared at me. Her blue eyes were wet."I hate that you'

The Messenger

The messenger arrived at noon.I saw him from the kitchen window. A lone wolf on horseback, riding fast toward the house. His cloak was grey and white. Silver Crescent colors.My blood went cold.Elias saw him too. He was at the door before the horse stopped."State your business," Elias said."I bear a message for Alpha Kael. From Alpha Marcus."Kael appeared at the top of the stairs. His shirt was untucked. His hair was messy. His eyes were deadly."Let him in," Kael said.The messenger dismounted. Walked inside. He was young. Younger than me. His hands were shaking."Speak," Kael said."Alpha Marcus requests a parley. At the border. Three days from now.""Requests or demands?""Requests, Alpha."Kael walked down the stairs. Slow. Deliberate. Each step echoed in the silent house."Tell Marcus I'll consider it," Kael said."He also said to tell you..." The messenger swallowed. "He said to tell you that the girl's father didn't die in the war. He died in a cell. Alone. Begging."Kael'

The Parley

The border looked different in the daylight.No shadows. No fear. Just snow and trees and grey sky pressing down like a lid. Every breath I took turned to white smoke in front of my face. The cold bit through my coat, through my skin, through to my bones.Kael stood beside me. His shoulder brushed mine. His hand rested on the knife at his belt.Elias stood behind us. Ten warriors flanked the group. Vera had wanted to come, but Kael ordered her to stay."If I don't come back," Kael had told her, "you protect the pack. You protect her."Vera had nodded. No argument. No anger. Just a quiet acceptance that made me like her more than I wanted to.Now we waited.Marcus was late."Trap," Elias muttered."Probably," Kael said."Then why are we here?"Kael didn't look away from the tree line. "Because if we don't show, he wins. Because my pack needs to see me stand my ground. Because if I hide behind my walls every time Marcus snaps his fingers, I'm not an Alpha. I'm a coward.""You're not a c

The First Spark

Training started at dawn.Kael woke me with his hand on my shoulder. Gentle. Not shaking. Just a quiet pressure that pulled me out of a dream I couldn't remember."Up," he said.I blinked against the grey light coming through the window. "What time is it?""Time to learn."I groaned and rolled out of bed. My body ached from yesterday. The parley. The tension. The sleepless night spent with my head on Kael's chest.Kael handed me a pile of clothes. Black. Fitted. Leather pants I'd never worn before. A thick grey shirt. Boots with good grip."Where did you get these?""I had Vera find them. You can't train in a dress."I looked at the clothes. Then at him. "Turn around."He turned.I changed quickly. The leather was soft. Broken in. It fit perfectly — like it had been made for me."Vera has good taste," I said."I'll tell her you said that.""You can turn around now."Kael turned. His eyes ran over me. Slow. Appreciative. He didn't say anything for a long moment. Just looked."What?" I

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