All Chapters of Sold To The Feral Alpha: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

EMMELINEDarius leaned against the wooden post inside Sylas’s tent, arms crossed, looking as relaxed as ever. Even though he was smaller than the Lycans and was the only werewolf here, surrounded by Lycans who could tear him apart, he didn’t seem the least bit fazed. Maybe it was because he had Lycan blood himself. Or maybe he was just that confident.Meanwhile, Sylas was on edge. He stood over the crude wooden table, staring down at the list in front of him like it held the key to everything. His jaw was tight, his fingers pressing into the paper like he wanted to crush it.“So from this list,” Sylas said, his voice sharp, “it’s clear that most of these people are Alphas and high-ranking officials. Taking them out would be like... changing the government for half the packs out there. It would be like resetting everything.”Darius gave a slow nod. “Yes.”Sylas turned his gaze on him, suspicion clear in his eyes. “And how do we know this isn’t just part of some plan for you to dominate

EMMELINEI barely slept. Not because my tent was uncomfortable, but because my mind wouldn’t shut up. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Sylas, his hard stare, his ridiculous claims. And no matter how much I tossed and turned, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. Which, knowing Sylas, I probably was. He had his men all over camp, and I had no doubt they were keeping a close eye on Darius. Not that Darius cared. He had a way of acting like nothing fazed him, like he was above all of this. Maybe he was.Morning came too soon. I dragged myself up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and stepped out of the tent—only to find myself face-to-face with Sylas.He was already dressed, looking like he’d been up for hours. His gaze swept over me, unreadable. “Join the women for breakfast.” His voice was firm, more of an order than a suggestion.I clenched my jaw. There was something about the way he said it—like he was trying to put me in my place. Like I was just another one of

DARIUS’ POVMorning came too fast.The camp was silent, but not the peaceful kind. It was the heavy, suffocating quiet that followed bloodshed. The only sounds were the soft murmurs of men hauling away bodies and the occasional crackling of a dying fire. The scent of blood still lingered in the air, mixed with the sharp sting of burned wood.Sylas had made his orders clear—none of the attackers were to leave alive. Those who tried to retreat had been hunted down like animals. It was brutal, but necessary.I sat inside my tent, my fingers brushing against Emmeline’s arm as she leaned into me. She hadn’t said much since last night. Her body was still tense, but I could feel her slowly relaxing under my touch.I hated seeing her like this.“I’m fine,” she mumbled, though her voice lacked conviction.I exhaled, pressing a kiss against her temple. “You don’t have to be.”She didn’t respond, just curled in closer.The moment felt fragile, like something I needed to protect. But, of course,

EMMELINE’S POVThe night air was thick with tension as we began our journey. No one spoke above a whisper, and the only sounds were the rustling of fabric and the occasional creak of the supply truck’s wooden panels.Darius had planned this carefully, making sure everything went smoothly. He was in a separate car up ahead, making sure no one would stop or search the trucks. The Lycans—my people—were hidden in supply compartments, concealed beneath tarps and crates. Every precaution had been taken, but I still couldn’t shake the unease twisting in my gut.I sat in the back of one of the trucks, surrounded by women and children. The space was cramped, the air stifling, the scent of sweat and fear thick around us. Every time the truck hit a bump, someone gasped or clutched onto the person next to them.Sylas had insisted I ride with them—to keep them calm, to make sure no one panicked and did something reckless. He’d made it sound like a simple task, but now, sitting here, I realized jus

EMMELINE’S POVDarius didn’t let up.Michael was still pinned against the wall, his smirk faltering as Darius’s forearm pressed against his throat.“Listen carefully,” Darius growled, voice low and steady—the kind of dangerous calm that made my skin prickle. “If you ever try to take what’s mine again, I won’t be so fucking patient.”Michael let out a breathy chuckle, though I could tell he wasn’t as amused as he wanted to seem. “You really think threats are gonna scare me?”Darius’s grip tightened. “It’s not a threat. It’s a fucking promise.”Michael’s smirk twitched back into place, but there was something mischievous about it now. “I don’t have to take anything, cousin. Your own pack is already handing it over.”My stomach clenched.Darius didn’t move. His expression barely shifted. But I saw it—the flicker of barely contained rage in his eyes.“Bullshit,” he said.Michael hummed, tilting his head slightly. “You’ve been so busy, Darius. Distracted. And while you were gone, your peop