All Chapters of Sold to My Ex-Husband's Alpha Father: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

By the night of the third day, the air had grown thick and suffocating that the mental torment had grown unbearable. I could not stand the sight of the empty bed or the phantom scent of Selene anymore; it was a loud mockery of how I had failed her. The great Kael, protector of the continent was not even brought to my knees by a rival or an invader; it was the absolute stillness of my home. The silence was too deafening and my wolf amplified it further by its howling, demanding a mate. I stood up, my joints cracking from days of immobility. I walked with an unsteady gait towards an oak shelf in the corner of the room. My hands were still stained with the dark, dried remnants of Oberon’s blood but I hadn’t even taken a single time to look at my appearance. Of what use is that to me at this point?I got to the shelf and pried the glass doors open, ransacking through the contents till my hands grabbed a dark glass bottle. It was dark and was hidden in the deepest part of the shelf, its

I had acted on absolute instinct, when I pulled queen Selene through the secret tunnels beneath the palace before the inner court of the fortress was completely surrounded. After the news of a possible infiltration of the fortress, I went into deeper research on several forgotten escapee routes.King Kael of course did not support the whole idea of taking queen Selene out of the fortress, but, i had to do what i had to do. I told Marcus everything he needed to know about the battle between alpha Kael and the blackthorn syndicate, I still hadn't told him who queen Selene was or why she needed a midwife. I'm sure he must have figured that out by now.As we walked in, Selene lay huddled beneath the thick warm blanket we took from the fortress as a disguise, her face was dangerously pale, slick with a cold sweat that had nothing to do with the freezing temperatures outside. Her hands, small and trembling, were locked over the prominent swell of her stomach. The terror of the siege, the

The crackle of the hearth fire in Marcus’s remote timber cabin was the only noise breaking the deep, heavy silence of the alpine night. Outside, the blizzard hammered mercilessly against the thick stone foundations, but inside, all my focus was centered on the small, fragile bundle resting against my bare chest. My newborn son was breathing in a shallow, rapid rhythm, his tiny body reacting to the cold mountain air. Every single time I looked down at his soft, delicate features, a complex wave of profound relief and sharp, agonizing grief washed completely over me, leaving me breathless in the dim orange light.He had my hair; a full bright chestnut color but a soft, unmistakable streak of midnight black that stood out vividly against his pale skin. But as I traced the line of his small jaw with a trembling finger, I realized that although he had features that resembled mine he belonged entirely to another soul. He looked almost exactly like Kael; possessing the hauntingly familiar bo

The heavy glass bottle of the southern liquor was entirely empty, slipping from my numb fingers and rolling across the cold stone floor to join the rest of the heap of bottles and the structural wreckage of my sanity. I hadn’t slept a single hour in the long agonizing days that I lost count from the beginning of the misery, I hadn’t tasted food either. The palace guards and messengers had completely stopped knocking on my door, utterly terrified of the feral, inhuman growl that answered any clumsy attempt to breach my self-imposed isolation. I was drowning in the absolute, suffocating certainty that Selene was dead, that Oberon’s final parting gift to me was the total and utter destruction of my soul.Footsteps approached my door and stopped, then Hadrian and Bram’s voice filtered through the gaps. “Are you sure it’s safe for now? I think whatever you have to say to him can wait,” Hadrian spoke first.“Then I’d readily give my head for it, you don’t get ledgers like this all the t

The long journey back to the capital city was a silent, terrifying procession of absolute, unyielding sovereign power. Alpha Kael rode at the absolute front of our vanguard, his posture commanding and rigid, his profound physical exhaustion completely masked by the fiercely protective, suffocating Alpha aura radiating from his inner wolf. Queen Selene rode directly beside him in the royal carriage, holding baby Ash close to her chest beneath a heavy, gold-trimmed velvet cloak. The small mountain village faded into the morning mist behind us, but the political storm awaiting our arrival at the capital was already reaching a boiling point.When the heavy iron-reinforced gates of the palace courtyard swung open to receive us, the entire area went dead silent, the workers and guards freezing in their tracks. There must have started spreading rumors of the Queen’s death, which had been treated as an absolute, immutable fact by the high council over the last three days; but her sudden, dra