All Chapters of SOLD TO MY CURSED ALPHA KING : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Can you excuse me for tonight? I need to have a word with my maid.” Gabriel said with a faint smile on his lips. Caitlyn stood up and walked toward Gabriel in a flirtatious way. She grabbed Gabriel's neck and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.“Don't reprimand her for too long, she fought with someone and I was the one who gave her punishment,” Caitlyn said. She brushed her hair to the back and added. “I will see you tomorrow, Gabriel,” Caitlyn said, leaving the room.But before she left, she winked at Isabelle, a way of telling her not to forget their deal. Isabelle nodded her head and watched her leave but the intoxicating sweet smell of Gabriel wafted to her nostrils. Isabelle bit the inside of her cheeks in her nervousness and turned to meet Gabriel's penetrating gaze. Even without him close to her, her body came alive, and her skin flushed pink. “I can't believe you are the type to fight anyone despite your background. Did you suddenly feel like you have a say here?” Gabriel

Isabelle lifted the scarlet gown, its silky texture reminding her of how tightly the trap she had willingly stepped into had ensnared her. He was enjoying himself. Her alpha king had previously claimed to be in possession of Isabelle, and it was his game she was playing. Clearing her mind, she slowly raised the gown and started feeling the beautiful embroidery for what it truly was. It was stunning, far too majestic for a mere servant to wear. This was not just a garment; it was a statement. It was a proclamation. Gabriel needed her to be viewed. She gritted her teeth. He was putting her on display—like a doll he could dress up and place by his side. The thought of being put on display as a trophy deeply angered her and made her blood boil, but there was one thing she understood deep inside: It presented an opportunity. She would need to step into his world if she was truly going to destroy him. Reluctantly, she reached for the red dress. It was soft against her sk

Isabelle found herself in a thick coat as she made her way through the cold corridors of the castle, immersed in the night's events. Every utterance, expression, gesture, and insult from the gathering of Alphas was replayed in her mind like a haunting melody. She was consumed by a single question. What was the harm inflicted on Gabriel by her family? Her parents were spoken about by the other Alphas, and Gabriel had cautioned her against going too deeply. Her spirits were lifted by it. She had been so envious of him and held him responsible for everything, that the idea of another unknowable truth was terrifying. Assuming she had been mistaken all along... She knew who wrecked her life. --- A Restless Night. Isabelle quickly removed the crimson gown from her body when she arrived at home. It had served its purpose. After showing her around, Gabriel stated that she was his daughter. But he was mistaken. She belonged to no one. Before resting on

The truth was etched in Isabelle's consciousness like a stone. Heavy. Unmovable. A lie was built upon her life, despite the fact that she held onto every last ounce of hatred and dreamt about revenge. The victims she had thought of as victims were not her parents. They had been the betrayers. Gabriel Phoenix, the man she had vowed to kill her, had survived. It was necessary to clarify the disclosure.’ The. Had to take the weight of revenge off her shoulders.'-. It resulted in her feeling lost.? Alpha Nikolai's silver eyes were filled with unspoken truths as she gazed into his camera, her fingers shaking at her sides. His confirmation of Gabriel's account had forced her to reevaluate the past.? And yet…. She was still skeptical of him. Even after Gabriel's intervention, she was still skeptical. Men who were strong and dangerous always had their own versions of the truth, as they were like them. Isabelle learned that nothing was ever as it seemed through her experience of su

Gabriel's body was firmly gripped by the tree' inability to resist the force of the rough bark, which bit into Isabelle'd back. A storm of dominance and rage was ignited by his sparkling eyes into hers. The moment had just begun. He whispered: 'You are my girl, Isabelle,' with a low growl in his voice against her ear. She felt a pulse burst, accompanied by heightened feelings of fury and defiance, and something much more perilous. She refused to acknowledge the heat and the fact that his presence engulfed her entire body. She shifted her focus to the anger. Her sharp exhalation caused her to push her knee upwards. "Unthinkable little wolf," Gabriel said softly as she crumpled for his life at the end. The moment was felt. Her lips were revealed. "Stop me.". He uttered the words "Or what?" with an unusually peaceful tone. She pushed him against his chest, her muscles tightened up, but he didn't move. He leaned in, and his scent enveloped her like an overwhelming force -- ceda