All Chapters of Sold to the Rogue Sovereign : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ronan's POVI let my words settle, let them weigh on her like a chain she hadn’t realized she was already wearing.Finally, Sera exhaled, her shoulders lowering just slightly. The fight wasn’t gone from her eyes, but something else had replaced it.Uncertainty.Hope.She swallowed. “And if we agree?”A slow smirk tugged at my lips. “Then welcome home.”They didn’t need to know the truth. Not yet.The war was coming, I could feel it in my bones but telling them now would only plant seeds of doubt, fear, and resistance. No, I didn’t need resistance. Not when they were still raw, still uncertain.By the time the war came, they would be fully integrated into the Rogue Dominion. By then, it wouldn’t be a choice—it would be a duty.I watched as Sera turned to her people, her expression unreadable. The murmurs between them were hushed but urgent, some wary, others hopeful. They weighed their options, measured their odds, but deep down, they already knew the answer. They had none.One by on

Thalia's POVI stared at Sienna, my mind struggling to catch up with her words.Garrett wants to see me? Now?My stomach twisted violently, the food on my plate suddenly unappetizing.Sienna's eyes narrowed when I didn’t respond fast enough. “What? Are you deaf or just stupid?” she sneered.I flinched. My fingers curled around the edges of my plate, knuckles turning white.Luka shot up from his seat, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. “What the hell are you talking about?” His voice was sharp, laced with warning. “If this is some kind of joke, Sienna, you better stop now.”But Sienna only smiled—slow and smug—and took a step closer. She ran a single finger down Luka’s chest, dragging it deliberately. “Oh, Luka,” she purred. “I missed you, you know. You don’t have to be so aggressive all the time.”Luka’s expression darkened. His hand shot up, slapping her touch away like it burned. “Don’t touch me.”I swallowed hard, my heart thundering against my ribs. That was when I notic

Thalia's POVMy stomach twisted violently as I stared at it—at him.I couldn’t breathe. My body refused to move, locked in place by a horror so deep it threatened to consume me. goddess, help me.Garrett chuckled, clearly reveling in my disgust. "What’s wrong?" he drawled, tilting his head mockingly. "You look like you’ve seen a ghost."I swallowed hard, my fingers curling into fists.Oh, it’s worse than a ghost. It’s a damn nightmare."Go on," he murmured, taking a step forward. "What are you waiting for?"A cold sweat broke out on the back of my neck.And then—something inside me shifted.No.I couldn't do it.There was no way in hell I was putting my mouth anywhere near that.Not in a million years. Not even if the Moon Goddess herself came down and ordered me to.Enough.I had been scared. I had trembled under his presence, let myself believe I had no choice. But I did.I did.And I was making it now.Slowly, I lowered my gaze, shaking my head. "No."The air in the room shifted

Thalia's POVLuka’s jaw tensed, his eyes darkening. "She’s not my girlfriend," he said, his voice clipped.Sienna froze mid-step.Then, she turned, her face contorting with fury. “What?”Luka didn’t even spare her a glance. “You heard me.”Her nostrils flared, her nails digging into her palms.But whatever she wanted to say, she swallowed it down with a bitter sneer before spinning on her heel and storming away, her heels clicking sharply against the floor.Good riddance.I exhaled quietly, feeling the tension in my shoulders ease—just a little. But the relief didn’t last long.Luka’s gaze flicked back to me, his brows furrowing.“Your face—” His fingers twitched at his sides like he wanted to reach out but held himself back. “She hit you?”I instinctively touched my cheek, wincing slightly at the sting.“It’s nothing.” I waved it off, trying to sound casual. “I’ve had worse.”His jaw clenched."What happened in there?”I sighed. “Garrett’s still pissed about what happened, so he dec

Thalia's POVI reached the garden faster than I thought possible, my legs aching with every step, but my hunger pushed me onward. My stomach growled so loudly it was almost embarrassing, and the ache in my gut was becoming unbearable.The garden was tucked away behind the eastern wing of the castle, a quiet, forgotten corner that seemed untouched by time. Vines twisted around old stone statues, their moss-covered faces half-hidden in the shadows. The air was thick with the sweet scent of ripening fruit, mingling with the earthy smell of damp soil.I scanned the garden, my heart pounding.No guards. No one. It was just me and the lush, overgrown paradise in front of me.I stepped closer, my eyes darting between the trees laden with fruit.The sight of them made my mouth water—round, glistening apples hanging like jewels, their skins a deep shade of red, oranges so ripe they seemed to glow in the moonlight, and soft, sweet pears that looked like they were bursting with juice.My stomach