All Chapters of Bought The Alpha Prince For 30 Silver Coins : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ARABELLA POV The first thing I felt was pain.A dull, throbbing ache that radiated from my ear down to my jaw, pulsing with every heartbeat. My eyelids were heavy, glued shut by exhaustion, and for a long moment, I simply lay there, suspended somewhere between sleep and waking.Then I heard it.The soft click of keys. Rhythmic. Steady.I forced my eyes open, blinking against the harsh brightness of sunlight streaming through tall windows. The infirmary. White walls. White sheets. The sterile scent of medicine hanging in the air.And beside my bed, sitting in a chair that looked far too small for him, was Kael. He was typing on a laptop, his brow furrowed in concentration, the sunlight catching the sharp angles of his face. His dark hair fell slightly over his forehead, and his lips were pressed into a thin line. He looked... ridiculous. A crown prince, folded into a cheap infirmary chair, working as though he belonged nowhere else.But gods, he was beautiful.My breath hitched.I ha

ARABELLA POV The door exploded inward. The wood shattered, splinters flying through the air like shrapnel. I saw a blur of motion-dark and fast and furious-and then Adrian was ripped off me, thrown across the room like a ragdoll. Kael. His grey eyes had turned red, burning with a rage so intense it seemed to warp the air around him. His chest heaved, his hands curled into fists at his sides, and when he looked at Adrian, I saw death in his gaze. “You dare,” he whispered, fangs out and sharp. Then he moved. The first punch landed on Adrian’s jaw with a sickening crack. The second caught him in the ribs. The third-the third was a direct hit to his face, and I heard bones break. Adrian collapsed. Blood poured from his nose, his mouth, staining the carpet beneath him. He tried to raise his hands in defense, but Kael wasn’t done. He was one moment away from tearing Adrian's stomach with his claws– “Kael!” I shouted. He stopped. His claws hovered in midair, shaking w

ARABELLA POV The Rolls-Royce Phantom glided through the unfamiliar road, its engine so quiet I could hear my own heartbeat. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass of the window, watching the landscape shift from dense forest to rolling hills to something that looked almost... regal. The further we drove, the more the scenery changed. Gone were the wild, untamed woods of the Blue Moon Pack. In their place were vast lands, people bustling around their daily business, car horns filled the air, and sprawling buildings that spoke of old money and older bloodlines. This is it, I thought. This is where I come from. The thought should have comforted me. It didn’t. Instead, I felt a strange void settling in my chest. This was supposed to be my home-my real home. These were supposed to be my people. But I had never lived here. I had never walked these halls. I had never known the warmth of this family. To them, I was a stranger. I wondered whether they truly wanted me or whether

ARABELLA POV Soon night blanketed the Whitclaw pack. A formal dinner had been arranged for my first night there. The house was bright with golden lights, and servants moved quietly through the halls. Everything looked rich and grand. The Cross Estate was much bigger than the Blue Moon Pack house. It wasn’t even a comparison. This place had history. It had power. It had belonged to my family long before I even knew their name.I wondered what Adrian would say if he saw this, if he learned I was the heiress of Whitclaw, the first and most powerful werewolf pack. His face would probably go pale. His mouth would probably hang open. He would realize just how small he really was. How small his pack was. How small he was.I smiled at the thought.What would he feel when he realized what he had lost? Would he regret throwing me away?The thought came into my mind, but I quickly pushed it away.I did not want to think about Adrian anymore. He had made his choice, and I had made mine. Whate

KAEL POV The morning sun was pale and cold.The car pulled through the iron gates of the Lycan King’s manor. The tires crunched on the gravel. The engine hummed low and smooth.I didn’t want to be here.I never wanted to be here.But I had no choice. My father had summoned me several times, and ignoring him any longer would only create more problems for the kingdom.The car stopped.Servants and guards lined the entrance. They bowed low as I stepped out majestically. Their heads touched their chests. Their eyes stayed on the ground.I didn’t look at them.Behind me, three men followed.Caiden. Peter. Levi.My most trusted. My shadows. They walked in silence, their footsteps matching mine. The manor had not changed since the last time I had seen it.The walls were covered with family portraits, the floors were polished marble, and expensive decorations filled every corner. Everything looked perfect, but I had never felt at home inside those walls.My parents had always treated the ma