All Chapters of Sold to the Rogue Sovereign : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ronan's POVThe interior of Lysandra’s home wasn’t what I expected.No gold-plated relics, no extravagant tapestries hanging from the walls, no servants bustling around, eager to please. Just simplicity.The walls were formed from the natural curve of the tree, smooth and dark, with veins of faint silver running through the grain like threads of moonlight stitched into bark.A single woven rug lay sprawled across the wooden floor, its pattern intricate but faded, like it had been there for ages without anyone bothering to replace it.The faint scent of herbs—lavender, sage, maybe something else—hung in the air, subtle, not overwhelming. A small hearth flickered with a soft, bluish flame that shouldn’t have existed without wood or fuel, but there it was, dancing like it had a mind of its own.Simple shelves carved directly into the walls held books, vials of dried herbs, and odd trinkets that looked more sentimental than valuable. A low wooden table sat in the center of the chamber w

Ronan's POVMy heart was a caged animal, thrashing against my ribs, desperately trying to make sense of the entire situation and the voice that seemed to speak directly to my soul, calling out my name.What the hell was this?One minute I was in Lysandra's room, the next I was floating in a blinding white void of nothingness.Suddenly, my eyes widened as Lysandra's words echoed in my mind. “Then perhaps you should ask her yourself.”My breath hitched, and my heart skipped three beats. No… it couldn't be…“Yes,” the voice answered, vast and omnipresent, slipping into my soul like it had always been there. “I am who you think I am.”The words weren't loud, but they cracked through me like a thunderclap.I didn't have time to fully process the situation. The whiteness bled away, like ink spilled across parchment, revealing a whole new world beneath it.“By the goddess,” I swore, my eyes widening as I took in the breathtaking view.It was… indescribable.The ground beneath my feet wasn’t

Ronan's POVFenris was sacrificed to bring me back? No. No. No. No.I could not accept this.I refused to accept this!I would have chosen death over allowing my wolf to sacrifice himself. I wanted to live… but not like this.“I thought,” Selene murmured, “that Hebathi’s presence would ease the burden. That her companionship would mend the fractures I carved into your soul.”“But even with her, you remained broken.”No. Not broken.Broken was too soft a word to describe my situation.I was cursed to ruin and damnation.“You shattered me,” I rasped, my voice jagged, rough-edged. “And now you speak of remorse?” “I am not beyond regret, Ronan. Divinity does not strip one of guilt. I intervened when I should not have. I unraveled threads that were never mine to touch, all to craft a vessel for my purpose. I stole your happiness, your life as you knew it.”Her words hung in the air, heavy with truths that didn’t matter anymore.What did remorse mean from lips that never bled?“I don’t ca

Thalia's POVI remained still on the bed as the knocking grew louder. My fingers curled into the sheets, my heart pounding a little harder with each sharp rap against the door.Whoever it was, they weren’t leaving.What did they want with me?I sighed, suddenly wishing—maybe for the hundredth time—that I had a wolf. If I did, I wouldn’t have to sit here, paralyzed with uncertainty. I could use my senses, pick up a scent, determine who stood on the other side before I even opened the door.But of course, I wasn’t fortunate enough to be blessed with one.So, I had no choice but to face the unknown with nothing but a whispered prayer to the Moon Goddess.Taking a deep breath, I forced my legs to move, stepping off the bed. The cold floor stung against my bare feet, grounding me as I hesitantly approached the door.I swallowed hard. Please don’t let this be trouble.My fingers trembled slightly as I gripped the handle and pulled the door open.My breath caught in my throat.Hebathi stood

Thalia's POV"He wasn’t like the higher-ranked wolves who barely acknowledged us. Most warriors carried themselves with an air of entitlement, like we were nothing more than background noise, but Ronan..." I smiled faintly, letting the words flow. "He noticed people. Even the ones like me—just a maid, cleaning the halls, setting the tables. He always paid attention."I could still remember the way he used to look at me, the warmth in his eyes. The way the bond between us had filled me with such joy and satisfaction.It was… everything.I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stay on track."He was thoughtful in a quiet way. If someone was limping from an injury, he’d be the first to notice and make sure they got treated. If someone was struggling with extra chores, he’d find a way to ease their workload without making a show of it."The memories blurred in my mind, mixing the truth with my fabricated narrative. The way he had once wrapped his cloak around me when I shivered from the col