All Chapters of Sold To The Alpha: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Irene, well aware of the complexities of her history with Adam, decided to tread carefully. She considered his question for a moment before responding, her voice steady and filled with sincerity. "I don't mind, Mr. Hemmings. These rumors about your ex-wife... well, they don't affect our professional relationship."Adam, his usually composed demeanor faltering for the briefest of moments, regarded Irene with a hint of gratitude in his eyes. It was a subtle acknowledgment of the empathy she had shown, a rarity in the business world where emotions were often kept at bay. Yet, the enigma of the situation and Irene's role in it remained unspoken.Then, Adam seemed to drift into a moment of introspection, as if the mention of his ex-wife had summoned memories long tucked away. There was a palpable sadness in his eyes, a complex mix of emotions that Irene couldn't decipher.Seeing Adam in this vulnerable state left Irene feeling torn between her professional role and a desire to offer some s

Adam returned to the emergency room after taking a moment to regain his composure outside. He reentered the area where Irene was seated, her IV having been successfully removed. Irene expressed her gratitude to the nurse who had assisted her, and as they briefly passed each other, Adam also offered his thanks to the nurse.They both stood behind the curtain in the examination area of the ER, and the atmosphere was tense yet filled with unspoken emotions. Adam observed Irene closely, concern etched into his features, as he waited for her to explain her sudden emotional outburst.However, as the seconds ticked by, it became evident that Irene was struggling with her emotions. The tears welled up in her eyes, and she began to cry. Her sudden change in demeanor puzzled Adam, and he inquired with genuine concern, "Irene, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"Irene met Adam's gaze, her eyes filled with tears, and she managed to say, "I remember everything."Adam's heart skipped a beat at her w

Irene closed the door to Noah's room, the soft glow of the nightlight casting a warm ambiance, she couldn't help but smile. The bedtime story had worked its magic, lulling her energetic 4 year old son into a peaceful slumber. With a gentle touch, Irene turned off the bedside lamp, leaving only the nightlight to cast a subtle glow in Noah's room.“Good night, sweetheart,” Irene said then kiss Noah’s forehead before leaving from his side.As she tiptoed out of Noah's room, Irene found herself in the quiet hallway, the only audible sound being the soft hum of the night. Her intentions were to return to her room, perhaps catch up on some much needed rest, but a faint murmur caught her attention, the soft glow of the TV emanating from the living room.Curiosity piqued, Irene ventured into the living room to find Magdalena, Noah's adoptive mother, still engrossed in the glow of the screen. The room, dimly lit by the flickering light of the television, had an air of coziness to it.Magdalena

20 years ago…In the dimly lit human experimentation room, a hushed tension hung in the air, thick with an amalgamation of anticipation and scientific detachment. Within a specialized solution-filled tube, a 10-year-old boy lay in apparent serenity, his features betraying no sign of the peculiar circumstances surrounding him.A sharply dressed man entered the room, the click of his polished shoes echoing against the sterile walls. Approaching a doctor engrossed in monitoring the individual submerged in the tube, the man inquired with a calculated interest, "How is he doing?"The doctor, his attention momentarily diverted from the complex apparatus surrounding him, responded with a clinical demeanor, stating that the boy's condition was remarkably stable, considering his unique status as a crossbreed of human and werewolf.A smile played on the lips of the man in the sharp suit, a certain satisfaction evident in his demeanor. He leaned in slightly, a glint of intrigue in his eyes, and

Irene absorbed the weight of Joseph's revelations about the Hemmings werewolf pack, the conversation took an unexpected turn. Joseph, now seated across from her, hesitated before delving into a more personal narrative, one intertwined with his own family history."My father," Joseph began, his voice carrying the weight of years of solitude and rejection. "Theo Hemmings. He was a werewolf, and my mother, human. A union that was never accepted."Irene, her mind still swirling with the complexities of the werewolf pack's dynamics, listened intently as Joseph unraveled the story of his origins. He spoke of the challenges faced by a child born of both worlds, belonging to neither. The tale painted a picture of ostracism, of a young boy grappling with his identity in a world that deemed him an anomaly."I was never fully accepted, Irene," Joseph confessed, his eyes reflecting the scars of a tumultuous past. "The pack saw me as a threat, a reminder of a union they wished had never happened.