All Chapters of Sold to the Rogue Sovereign : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Thalia’s POVI sniffed quietly and wiped at my face again, the tears drying on my cheeks. Luka looked like someone had torn him apart and left him barely stitched together. I hated that I was the reason.“This isn’t your fault,” I whispered, my voice still hoarse but steady now. “You know that, right?”He didn’t answer.“I mean it,” I added, offering him a small, shaky smile. “I was stubborn—too stubborn. No matter how much you tried to talk me out of it, I wouldn’t listen. You did everything you could, Luka. This isn’t your fault.”His lips twitched at the corners, the hint of a smile ghosting his face.“And you still believed in me,” I continued softly. “Even after you made it clear you hated the plan… you still trusted me enough to let me try. That meant more to me than you know.”I looked away, the weight of it all settling on my chest. “But I really thought I could handle it… I thought I could play the hero.”His laugh was soft. Barely a breath. But it was enough to ease some of

Thalia's POV“Please!” My voice cracked, raw and trembling. “Luka didn’t do anything wrong!”Ronan didn’t move. His eyes were still locked on Luka’s, his hand still around his throat, and I could see Luka’s lips turning blue.My knees buckled beneath me, but I forced myself to stay up. I couldn’t let this happen. I wouldn’t let it happen.“This is my fault,” I said again, louder this time. My throat ached. “Mine, Ronan. Not his.”He didn’t even blink.Was I too late?Was he too far gone?“Let him go,” I begged. “Please, Ronan, you're not like this. Please let him go and just listen to me. Don't become a monster like Garret!”I hated myself for saying it like that. But I didn’t know what else to do. Luka’s body was twitching now, his hands limp at his sides, and I felt something inside me snap.“Ronan,” I whispered brokenly. “You’re not like this. Please. Don’t be like this.”Still nothing.I pulled away, just enough to look up at him. My heart twisted at the sight of his face—dark, fu

Thalia's POVHis lips crashed into mine—hard, unrelenting, unapologetic.There was nothing gentle about it. Nothing like Luka’s soft, hesitant kiss. No slow build, no careful caress. This was fire. This was chaos. This was Ronan.His hands moved with a kind of hunger I wasn’t prepared for.One cupped the side of my neck, tilting my face up as his mouth devoured mine, while the other slid around my waist, dragging me flush against his body. My breath caught—his body was so warm, so solid, so painfully familiar.I should’ve pushed him away. I should’ve asked why. But I didn’t.I didn’t move.Of course I didn’t.Because no matter the hatred and anger he showed towards me, deep down, I missed this. I missed him.His body against mine, his scent, the way he kissed like he was claiming something that had always been his.He kissed me like a man starved—possessive, untamed. Like he was angry at himself for wanting me, and even angrier that I’d let someone else touch me.And goddess… I melted

Ronan's POV“That’s enough,” I said, my voice low, cold, final.The growl hadn’t stopped—if anything, it rumbled deeper in my chest now, vibrating through my bones. I stared Hebathi down, jaw tight, breathing steady, even though every part of me was screaming inside.She didn't flinch. Of course she didn’t.“You don’t get to shut me down, Ronan,” she snapped, stepping forward. “I have every right to ask what the hell is going on!”“You will respect my authority as Alpha.” The words thundered out of me, sharp and absolute. “Or walk away.”Her eyes widened for a heartbeat—hurt, betrayal, something else I didn’t want to name—but then fire took its place.“The least I deserve is an explanation to this whole crap!” she barked back, voice rising to match mine. “You think you can play god with everyone’s lives and toss us aside like we’re nothing?! You owe me, Ronan!”The guilt was there. Twisting like a knife in my chest. I didn’t want to look at her—not when she was standing there with bro

Ronan's POVWhatever war she’d fought inside herself, she’d won.But me?I was still in the trenches.I yanked my shirt over my head and stalked toward the door. My boots felt like they were dragging the entire damned mountain with them.I can’t have you. Not anymore.Her voice rang in my head like a death knell. Over and over.I didn’t say goodbye. Didn’t promise I’d come back. What was there to say?I was Alpha, yeah. But right now? I didn’t feel like I had control over anything.Not her.Not Hebathi.Not even myself.As I walked through the corridors, my fists stayed clenched at my sides. My jaw locked so tight I thought it might crack. The walls felt too close, the air too still. Every step was heavier than the last, like the storm inside me was leaking into my body, dragging me down.She said no. She told you to leave.And yet… it wasn’t even the rejection that got me. It was how soft she said it. How final. Like she’d already let me go a long time ago and I was just catching up.