All Chapters of Sold To The Feral Alpha: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

EmmelineThe ride back was silent. Too silent.Morning light spilled through the car windows, casting soft shadows over Darius’s face, but I didn’t look at him. I couldn’t.Not after what I’d heard at the ball.He had a mistress. An official mistress.Not just some random woman—a chosen mistress, selected by the pack's council.And yet, I’d never heard of her. Not once. No mention, no rumors, not even a passing comment.Why?What happened to her?Is she still around? Did she fall down a well? Spontaneously combust from the sheer drama of it all?I wanted to ask. To demand answers. To rip them out of him if I had to.But I didn’t. It wasn’t the right time. My body was exhausted, my mind too drained to argue. What was the point? Another fight? I’d save my energy. For now.So I sat there, staring out the window, pretending I wasn’t screaming inside.Darius didn’t say a word either. Soon, we arrived back at the estate.The moment we stepped out of the car, the crisp morning air hitting m

EMMELINEI let out a slow breath as I poured water over the bed of roses, watching the droplets slide off the petals. The garden was supposed to be peaceful. A place to clear my mind. But my thoughts are tangled in knots, frustration bubbling under my skin like a volcano about to erupt.Darius has a mistress.Not just any mistress. A mistress he forgot to mention.I gripped the watering can tighter, trying to focus on anything except the burning anger in my chest. Of course, he didn’t tell me. Why would he? That would require a level of honesty I should have never expected from him in the first place.And the maids… oh, the maids knew. That much was clear from their judgmental little stares and whispered conversations. I had walked into that house thinking I was just dealing with Darius. Turns out, I was walking straight into a pit of fucking vipers.I took a deep breath, forcing my hands to steady.I knew something was off when i first arrived. The maids wouldn’t meet my eyes. They w

EMMELINEI just wanted to eat. That was it. Just a quiet breakfast, a little peace before the day truly started. But, of course, peace and I weren’t exactly on speaking terms.The kitchen smelled like fresh bread and spiced meat, the kind of scents that made my stomach growl. I grabbed a plate and started piling food onto it, my focus entirely on the meal I was about to enjoy. For once, I was trying not to think about Darius, or Lydia, or the fact that I was surrounded by people who either hated me or barely tolerated my presence.I turned to leave, but the moment I stepped toward the door, I heard the sharp click of heels against the stone floor.Lydia.Of course.I sighed before I even turned to face her. She stood there, arms folded, eyes raking over me like I was something disgusting she’d just stepped on."You’re not supposed to be in here," she said, voice dripping with condescension.I rolled my eyes, already tired. "And yet, here I am."Her nostrils flared. "You’re getting too

EMMELINEAfter what Lydia did, I expected to be stuck in bed for weeks, maybe longer. But Lycans heal fast, and despite the pain, I was already moving around like nothing had happened. Still, I was cautious. Getting stabbed wasn’t exactly something I wanted to relive.Darius had been hovering around me more than usual, watching, making sure I didn’t push myself too hard. He hadn’t said much about Lydia since throwing her out, and honestly, I didn’t care. That bitch was lucky I hadn’t gotten my hands on her first.This morning, though, something was different. Darius seemed… excited?“Get dressed,” he had told me after breakfast, a rare smirk tugging at his lips. “We’re going somewhere.”“Where?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.“You’ll see.”“Why do I feel like you’re kidnapping me?”He just shook his head and chuckled. “You can thank me later.”So, here I was, sitting in the car next to him as he drove us to God knows where.“Are we almost there?” I asked after about ten minutes of silen

EMMELINEThe morning of the hunting festival arrived, and all I could think about was how badly I wanted to kill someone today.The whispers started the moment I stepped into the room. Soft at first, but growing bolder with every step I took.I felt their eyes crawl over me, studying, judging, wanting to figure me out. It was nothing new.I sat beside Darius, dressed in an elegant gown that clung to my curves just enough to make a statement. My hair was pinned up with a few loose strands framing my face, and I smiled politely as the chatter around us filled the open courtyard.That smile? Oh, it was all fake—nothing but an act. Forcing it took effort, trust me. But with all these vultures circling, they expected the performance. Like a well-trained puppet, I had to play along.“She’s absolutely stunning," I overheard someone whisper. "I wonder how Alpha Darius found her.”"That dress must have cost a fortune," another voice muttered. "Darius must shower her with gifts."Yeah, right.