All Chapters of SOLD BY MY HUSBAND TO THE LYCAN KING: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Dahlia The ten minutes I was required to have a call with Aaron every day were quickly becoming my least favourite part of the new court arrangement. Every morning, someone would remind me that I had to speak to him for at least ten minutes, as if I might somehow forget that the court had decided I needed to maintain a relationship with the man who had sold me. I couldn't understand how anyone had looked at my situation and thought this was a reasonable solution. By the fourth day, I was already irritated before Aaron even called. He would try to make small conversation, asking about my day or telling me about how the Blackwell Pack seemed to be flourishing even more because of all the structure I put in place, and I would spend most of the ten minutes watching the clock. It was almost unbelievable to think that there had been a time when I had wanted nothing more than Aaron's attention. I had spent five years trying to make him see me. Now I couldn't understand why I had ever ca

DahliaHis eyes widened, a flicker of genuine surprise breaking through his composed facade. For a moment, I thought I’d won. Then the smile returned, wider this time, knowing. He leaned back against his own desk, spreading his legs slightly in confidence. “Is that so?”My pulse hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat. This was a mistake. But I was committed. I scooted close and reached up to the buckle of his belt, the metal cool against my fingertips.My confidence, however, vanished the moment I unbuckled his belt. I fumbled with it, my fingers suddenly clumsy. When I finally freed his cock, it sprang free, and my eyes widened. I had seen him before, felt him inside me, but I had never looked at him like this. Up close.He was huge. Thicker and longer than I’d ever seen, a bead of precum glistened at the tip. A tremor of fear, sharp and thrilling, went through me.“What’s wrong?” he murmured, his voice taunting. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”I swallowed, my throat sudde

AaronThe version of Dahlia I had seen at my reunion party had frightened me.Not because she looked different. She looked like the woman I had known for five years, except she carried herself differently. There was a confidence in the way she stood beside Zevran, the way she met my gaze, the way she spoke to me as if she no longer cared whether I was pleased with her.The Dahlia I knew had spent years trying to earn my attention. This Dahlia, however, didn't seem to need it.The same thing happened during the trial. She sat there and challenged everything, questioned everyone, and refused to let herself be pushed around. Even when things turned against her, she didn't crumble the way I expected her to.I didn't know what had happened to her, but I knew I didn't like it.That was why I had changed my approach when I met her on the first date as the court ruled.I had expected anger. I had expected accusations and perhaps even tears. Instead, all I had to do was remind her of the good

DahliaThe moment I told Aaron that he could reject me, his expression changed.Whatever desperation he had been pretending to feel disappeared from his face, replaced by disbelief. His eyebrows furrowed together, and he stared at me like I had suggested something completely absurd.“You really want me to reject you?”I nodded. “If the bond is causing you as much pain as you’re describing, then yes. It’s that simple.”He let out a short laugh, but there was nothing amused about it.“No, Dahlia, it isn't simple.” He leaned closer, his voice becoming sharper. “You know exactly what rejecting a mate means for an Alpha. You know what it does to his reputation. You know how people look at an Alpha who rejects his own mate.”I folded my arms. “I know.”“And you're still asking me to do it?”“I'm not asking you to do anything for me. I'm telling you that if this bond is making you suffer so much, you have a way to end it.”His jaw tightened. “You don't care what happens to me.”“That's not t

DahliaBy the time Zevran's car pulled up outside Sebastian's house, I had already put myself together. I adjusted my dress and glanced at Zevran.“That cannot happen inside there.”He looked at me innocently. “I’ll behave myself.”I gave him a look, holding his gaze for a moment because we both knew that was a ridiculous thing to say.He chuckled softly.We got out of the car, and Zevran came around to my side. I expected him to simply walk with me to the door, but instead, he placed a hand lightly at my back and guided me toward the entrance. The gesture was casual enough, but I could still feel the warmth of his hand through my dress as we walked.I was still trying to decide whether I trusted him to behave when the front door opened.Sebastian stood there.For perhaps three seconds, none of us said anything. Sebastian's usual composed expression was still on his face, but there was something sitting on top of his head that immediately made me question whether I was seeing correctl