Semua Bab Sold to the Rogue Sovereign : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Thalia's POVWe barged into the throne room, and almost instantly, the memory of that day hit me like a wave.The cold, unforgiving floor beneath my feet, the weight of silver shackles biting into my wrists. The burning hatred in his voice – Get her out of my sight.I swallowed hard, my throat tightening as my gaze drifted toward the throne.And there he was.Ronan stood tall, his presence commanding even in stillness. He was speaking to Aedric, his expression unreadable, his focus entirely elsewhere. Yet my eyes couldn’t leave him.His long black hair was messier than usual, wild strands falling over his forehead. Blood marred his armor, streaks of crimson standing stark against the dark metal.His red eyes, the ones I used to get lost in, were cold. Empty.I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as a sudden, crushing wave of emotions threatened to consume me.My hand clamped around my mouth, my teeth biting on the flesh in a bid to force myself not to break down right t

Ronan's POVI clenched my jaw, forcing my expression to remain impassive as I watched Thalia crumble before me. Every tear that rolled down her cheek, every tremor that wracked her body, should have satisfied me. This was what I wanted, wasn’t it? To see her broken? To see her suffer the way I had suffered?Then why did my heart ache?I shoved the feeling away, burying it beneath years of rage and betrayal. Thalia had chosen this path. She had left me for Caden. She had destroyed everything we could have been. She deserved this. She deserved every bit of disgrace and punishment I was about to mete out on her. The Moon Goddess thought she could play games with me?That she could string me along like some pathetic puppet?That reviving my wolf depended on me forgiving Thalia? That I had to fall in love with her again to restore Fenris?Fuck that.I would defy her. I would defy fate itself. Fenris was gone. I had accepted that. My bond with my wolf had withered away the moment

Ronan’s POVAedric stared at me, his mouth slightly open, his expression a mix of disbelief and fear. "Alpha, you're not seriously considering going to war with the Lyravha, are you?"I didn’t answer immediately. I just stared at the floor, trying to contain the storm brewing inside my mind. Too many things swarmed my thoughts—the pounding headache, the blood, the memory of Lysandra’s death, Thalia. Everything was a complete mess.Aedric ran a hand through his hair, his voice rising in urgency. "You can't just—Alpha, forgive my tone, but you have to listen to me! Think about this. You killed their Priestess. You’re not just dealing with any enemy now. The Lyravha’s entire foundation is built on their goddess’s influence. You think they’ll just let this slide? The truly scary part about all this is... they have the power to rally all the packs and creatures in Aelor against us. This is... a serious situation! We need... we need to appease them, negotiate..."I was silent for a mom

Thalia's POV.Cold.Ice-cold water drenched me, shocking me awake. I gasped, sitting up in a panic, my hair sticking to my face as droplets ran down my skin. My dress clung to my body, heavy with moisture.What the—?I turned sharply, already fuming, ready to snap at whoever dared—Then I saw him.A tall, burly man stood over me, an empty bucket dangling from his fingers. His grin was wide, his eyes had that deep, unsettling red of the people of the rogue dominion, glowing like embers in the dim room.There was something about the way he stood, the way he looked at me, that made my skin crawl and my stomach clench.Behind him, Luka stood stiffly, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. But when our eyes met, he shook his head.It was clearly a warning.Don't.But I was furious. Right now, I couldn’t care less about courtesy because waking someone up from sleep with cold water clearly wasn’t normal behavior."I—""Got a problem, girl?" the man cut me off, his voice deep and gruff, f

Thalia's POVI shivered, my mind racing, thoughts spiraling into dark possibilities.What if Garret had already set his sights on me? What if there was no way out?Luka chuckled softly, shaking his head.“Relax,” he said. “I didn’t mean an actual death sentence.” His tone was lighter now, but I could still hear the tension underneath. "But the implications… they’re just as bad.” He shot me a sidelong glance. “His Highness hates liars.”I let out a slow breath, trying to push the fear down. “So what do we do?” I asked quietly.Luka’s expression darkened. “We can’t do anything.” He hesitated, then sighed. “I just hope and pray he doesn’t have his eyes on you.”My stomach twisted at his words. For a second, I imagined Garret’s rough, calloused fingers on my skin, and bile rose in my throat.I squeezed my eyes shut, offering a silent, desperate prayer to the Moon Goddess. Please… don’t let this happen to me.A slight rustling sound made me blink, and before I could react, Luka draped his