All Chapters of Sold to the Rogue Sovereign : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Thalia's POV Aedric let out a rough cough as he pushed himself up, rubbing his throat where faint red marks had begun to form. His crimson eyes flickered with irritation, but the smirk creeping onto his lips suggested he wasn’t entirely cowed."Really, Hebathi? All this over a little joke? You're more sensitive than I thought," he rasped, rolling his shoulders. "You didn't have to be so rough."Hebathi’s expression didn’t waver. She folded her arms over her ample chest, her lips curling into a sneer."Step out of line again, and you'll see just how rough I can be."Aedric scoffed, rolling his eyes. "We both know you wouldn’t dare. I am Ronan’s trusted Beta. I’m not so easily discarded." His smirk widened as he turned away from her, clearly dismissing any lingering threat she posed.Ignoring the warning, he reached into his pocket, fishing out a small iron key. He twirled it between his fingers before sliding it into the cell’s lock. The heavy door creaked open, the metal groaning fro

Ronan's POVThe wind roared across the open grasslands, bending the tall, golden stalks under its relentless force. Sparse trees dotted the expanse, their twisted branches reaching toward the storm-gray sky like skeletal fingers. The horizon stretched endlessly ahead, rippling with waves of shifting vegetation.At the center of it all, a black beast thundered across the plains.Erethorn moved like a specter of death, his massive paws striking the earth with bone-rattling force. Each step sent a shockwave through the dirt, his immense weight crushing the grass beneath him. His thick fur, once as black as a midnight abyss, was streaked with fresh blood—not his own, but the remnants of the foolish who had dared to stand in our way.I sat astride him, my armor drenched in crimson, my cloak torn and tattered. The metallic scent of blood clung to me, mingling with the sweat and grime of three days without rest. Every muscle in my body ached, my wounds stung, but the pain was a distant thi

Ronan's POV The entrance to Fharrath Woods loomed before us, a wall of gnarled trees and tangled undergrowth stretching endlessly into the dark. The Silver Vale’s infamous forest. Home to the Lyravha.Few dared enter without invitation, and even fewer left unscathed. In this case, I was the former—hopefully, by the end of this ordeal, I would be the latter.The trees were ancient things, their twisted trunks thick with moss and deep scars, as if they had borne witness to centuries of war and bloodshed. Their branches clawed at the sky, skeletal and jagged, blotting out the moonlight in sharp patterns. A cold mist slithered between them, clinging to the earth like ghostly fingers, curling around exposed roots and vanishing into the shadows beyond.The air here was different—thicker, charged with something unnatural. It smelled of damp earth and decay, laced with the metallic tang of old blood. The ground beneath my boots was uneven, covered in knotted roots that threatened to trip the

Ronan's POV Valeria shot me one last glare, her golden eyes sharp with disdain, before turning sharply on her heel.“Try to keep up, Rogue Sovereign,” she called over her shoulder, her voice dripping with mockery.Her people moved with her, a seamless unit of warriors who clearly knew the forest like the backs of their hands. Without another word, they leapt into the trees, their movements swift and fluid, like shadows darting through the canopy.I smirked, leaning forward to pat Erethorn’s massive shoulder. “You heard her, big guy. Let’s not embarrass ourselves.”Erethorn growled low in his throat, a sound that vibrated through my legs as I sat on his back. He didn’t need encouragement—he was already moving, his powerful muscles coiling and releasing as he surged forward. The forest blurred around us, the ground a patchwork of roots, rocks, and underbrush.He moved with a predator’s grace, his paws barely touching the earth before he was airborne again, leaping over fallen logs and

Ronan's POVThe priestess’s presence was awe-inspiring. It hit harder than a blade to the chest—soft, but sharp enough to carve through the tension of the moment like it was nothing.Valeria’s eyes widened, her mouth parting slightly as she lowered her bow instantly, head bowing in submission. The others followed suit, every single Lyravha dropping to one knee as if commanded by an invisible force.Or maybe they were, because when I stared into her golden eyes, the unmistakable urge to kneel down in reverence threatened to overwhelm me. It felt as if it was alright to bow my head to her in respect.But…I stayed standing.The pressure settled over me like invisible hands pressing down, a weight that urged me to kneel, to show respect, to bow like the rest of them.I didn’t.I wouldn’t.I locked my jaw, forcing my body to stay upright, my eyes never leaving her. She was ethereal, sure—divine, probably, the voice of the moon goddess, a fact—but… my pride would never let me bow to anyo