All Chapters of Sold To The Alpha: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Dr. Vaughan, a man of experience and compassion, sat across from Adam in his study. The room was adorned with various artifacts that spoke of Adam's diverse interests – from books to ancestral heirlooms, each holding a piece of his history. It was a room that echoed with the weight of decisions, a sanctuary where Adam contemplated the future of his pack and his place within it.The doctor's expression held both sympathy and a sense of urgency as he delivered the news. "Adam, it's about your father, Lucian Hemmings," he began, his voice somber. "His health has been in a state of decline. We're doing everything we can, but it's an uphill battle."Adam listened attentively, his features betraying little emotion. The relationship between an Alpha and his son was a complex one, entangled with familial expectations, pack dynamics, and personal aspirations. In this world of werewolves, where power and lineage were integral, it was a delicate balance to maintain."So, what does it have to do

Irene, the young child, embarked on a journey toward the bathroom, the urgency of her escape still fresh in her mind. With a trembling hand, she turned the lock on the bathroom door, ensuring she was safe within its confined space. The room was bathed in a soft, silvery light emanating from the moon outside, casting long shadows across the floor.Once inside, Irene couldn't help but glance at the mirror, which seemed to hold the secrets of her future. Her tiny frame was reflected in the dim moonlight, her wide, terrified eyes meeting their own gaze. She hesitated for a moment, then focused on the scratch that marred her left arm.The pain coursed through her, almost unbearable, and she bit her lower lip to stifle the scream that threatened to escape her."Ouch," she whispered, her voice quivering with discomfort and fear.With great care, Irene began to wash the wound, watching as the water flowed over her injured skin. The coldness of the water made her wince, and she shivered as the

Adam POVWith Dr. Vaughan's visit behind them, Adam's focus shifted back to Dominic, who lay in his room with a fever. As he entered the room, he spotted Maya tenderly applying a cold compress to Dominic's forehead. Adam approached them, his eyes reflecting concern, and inquired about Dominic's condition.Maya met his gaze and offered a small yet reassuring smile. "His fever has gone down a bit after taking the fever-reducing medicine Dr. Vaughan prescribed," she reported.Adam, still worried about Dominic's well being, leaned in to examine his friend. Dominic's face, though less flushed than before, still bore signs of distress. Adam couldn't help but express his concern."Is there anything else we can do to help lower his fever? It must be uncomfortable for him,” Adam asked.Maya contemplated the question and then nodded. "There's a meal I can prepare that might help reduce the fever, but we're out of ingredients. We need some chicken."Adam listened attentively and, with determinat

Irene and Noah headed towards their car, Adam observed them from a distance, hidden behind a nearby aisle. He had seen enough to be certain of Irene's identity, and his heart ached with the weight of unspoken emotions.Irene opened the trunk of her car and began to place the groceries in the back seat. She was an image of grace and efficiency as she went about her task. Noah, sitting patiently in the front passenger seat, seemed content as he watched his mother.Adam's gaze never left Irene, even as she turned towards the car door. He watched her every move, his chest feeling tight and his eyes heavy with the unshed tears of a love lost long ago.He knew he couldn't reveal himself now, not with Noah there, and not with the uncertainty that clouded their history. So, he continued to watch in silence as Irene settled into the driver's seat. Her eyes met Noah's through the rearview mirror, and she exchanged a loving smile with her son. Adam couldn't help but wonder if there was room for

Irene POVIrene sat at her desk in the office, her eyes fixed on the computer screen before her. The gentle hum of the office atmosphere provided a backdrop to her thoughts as she tapped her fingers rhythmically on the tabletop. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions and questions, and she found it difficult to focus on her work.Candace, who sat at the desk next to Irene, couldn't help but notice her colleague's distracted state. She leaned in and whispered to get Irene's attention, "Irene, Irene." Her hushed voice was meant to be discreet in the otherwise quiet office, but Irene remained lost in thought.Candace tried again, this time a bit more urgently, "Irene," she whispered, repeating her name several times to break through the mental barrier that seemed to have enveloped Irene.As Irene's thoughts continued to swirl, oblivious to the world around her, Candace resorted to a more direct approach. She grabbed a nearby pen and tossed it gently in Irene's direction, aiming to snap her