บททั้งหมดของ Sold To The Monster Alpha: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Rosalie’s POVThe first pale, weak rays of morning light filtered through the towering arched windows, casting cold grey shadows across the private suite. I didn’t wake up—not truly. I had spent the entire night frozen in a state of hyper-vigilance, my body curled tightly into a defensive ball on the unforgiving stone floor. Every muscle in my torso was stiff and aching, and a violent wave of goosebumps broke across my skin from the relentless draft sweeping beneath the main door.A sharp, metallic click cut through the quiet.My spine went rigid as Dominic’s adjoining bedroom door swung open. He stepped into the chamber, looking entirely immaculate. His dark hair was perfectly styled, and his modern, crisp black military uniform was tailored to perfection without a single wrinkle. He looked every bit the unbothered, sovereign ruler, showing absolutely no trace of the savage fury that had consumed him hours ago.His cold gold eyes swept down, pinning me to the floor where I lay sh

Rosalie’s POVThe plush velvet of the long couch was the only sanctuary left to me. The moment the door to my private quarters clicked shut, the sheer, crushing weight of the day collapsed onto my shoulders, snapping what little structural integrity my spine had left. I sank onto the cushions, my heavy emerald dress pooling around my knees.I was so cold.A violent, rhythmic shivering took hold of my limbs, rattling the splint on my right wrist until a dull, burning agony radiated all the way up to my shoulder blade. I dragged my knees up to my chest, wrapping my uninjured left arm tightly around myself in a futile attempt to trap whatever residual body heat I had left. My eyelids felt as though they had been lined with lead, scratching painfully against my glassy, unfocused eyes every time I blinked.*Just a few minutes,* I told myself, my mind drifting into a hazy, chaotic fog where the sterile marble of the dining room and the sharp, judging eyes of the High Matriarch bled into

Rosalie’s POVThe blinding, boiling fire that had been cooking my blood for hours was entirely gone.When my eyes cracked open, my mind was sharp, clear, and remarkably steady—almost as if the lethal synthetic neurotoxin had never even coursed through my veins. The aggressive shifter healing, supercharged by the universal binder Calder had administered, had completely purged the residual poison while I slept. I felt back to my old self, the bone-deep vitality returning to my limbs.But the moment my surroundings registered, that newfound strength completely froze in my veins.I wasn’t on the hard, velvet couch. I was lying directly in the center of the forbidden king-sized bed. Worse, I was completely pinned against a solid wall of radiating heat.My head was tucked securely against Dominic’s bare, heavily muscled chest. His massive arms were locked around my waist like iron bands, trapping me flush against his torso. The thick, intoxicating scent of woodsmoke and dark cedar enve

Rosalie’s POV“Get up,” Dominic commanded, his voice a low, lethal vibrations that rattled the ancient stone of the archive vault.Before I could even process Thomas’s words, Dominic’s massive hand clamped around my upper arm. He didn’t pull me brutally this time, but the grip was unyielding, hoisting me out of the leather chair with a terrifyingly controlled urgency. I didn’t resist. The sheer, icy dread flooding my veins made my limbs remarkably cooperative.A contact toxin. Smuggled in yesterday morning. Applied to a static, daily object inside my private quarters.My mind instantly became a hyper-accelerated calculator, violently sorting through the timeline of the last twenty-four hours. Yesterday morning, I had woken up in that room, gotten dressed, drank the jasmine tea… and then the world had dissolved into fire. I had spent the entire night pinned against Dominic’s chest in his bed, meaning no one had touched my room since the poisoner first set the trap. It was sitting t

Rosalie’s POVThe sheer, heavy weight of the night was a suffocating pressure crushing the breath from my lungs. As Dominic led me down the restricted, dimly lit royal corridor toward the towering double doors of his personal master suite, every instinct inside my body screamed at me to turn and run.I was familiar with physical abuse. I had calculated it, accepted it, and survived its cold architecture in the shadows of my old pack house. A broken bone could be cast; a bruised rib would eventually heal. But this form of violation—the deliberate, vengeful threat of physical intimacy as a tool to strip away my innocence—was a terrifyingly foreign weapon. I hated new variables. I feared the irreversible internal damage it would do to my mind, the systematic dismantling of the few boundaries I had left.The two elite guards flanking the entrance bowed deeply, their iron gauntlets scraping against the stone as they threw the heavy doors open. Dominic didn’t hesitate. He m