บททั้งหมดของ Sold to the Rogue Sovereign : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Luka’s POVAs soon as Thalia disappeared into my father’s office, I took off, my legs pumping as I raced toward the palace.My heartbeat pounded in my ears, drowning out every rational thought except one—I had to reach the Alpha.I didn’t know how the hell I was going to do it, didn’t know if he’d even listen to me, but I clenched my teeth and swore under my breath. I would get to him.Thalia had trusted me.She was putting herself in the hands of a monster for this plan to work, and if I failed… I shook my head, pushing the thought away. I couldn’t fail. Not now.A sharp, burning rage coiled in my gut, tightening with every step I took.My father. Garret.That bastard. That sick, perverted excuse for a man. He was a snake, a predator, a depraved, rotting stain on the world. I had spent my whole life under his thumb, forced to pretend, forced to endure. But this… this was different. This time, I had a chance to act.And I would.The memories threatened to surface, but I shoved them

Luka's POVMy head snapped toward the voice, heart pounding in my chest.Lady Hebathi.Hope flared inside me, desperate and wild.I hadn’t had many encounters with her, but the rumors were enough—she was said to be fair, a woman who didn’t discriminate. If there was anyone here who might listen, who might help me reach the Alpha, it was her.“Lady Hebathi!” I called out, “Please! There’s an emergency—”The older guard growled, shoving me back. “Shut the fuck up.”Pain shot through me as I stumbled, but I barely had time to react before his fist came crashing into my face again.My head snapped to the side, blood filling my mouth.The world blurred for a second, but through the ringing in my ears, I heard it—a sharp intake of breath, followed by a voice like steel wrapped in silk.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”The guards froze.I blinked, shaking off the haze of pain, and saw her standing there, her violet eyes narrowed in fury.Her presence alone sent a wave of unease th

Ronan's POVLuka’s words barely registered before I moved. One second, I stood frozen, my mind catching up with the filth that had just left his mouth. The next, my hand was around his throat, lifting him clean off the ground.“What the fuck did you just say?” My voice was low, barely above a whisper, but it cut through the air like a blade.Luka choked, his fingers clawing at mine as his legs kicked in the empty space beneath him.“Ronan,” Hebathi’s voice came sharp and clear, but distant—irrelevant. “Put him down. Now.”I ignored her. My grip tightened. I wanted him to suffer for making me hear those words, for saying something so vile that it felt like a sickness rotting inside me.“Say it again,” I demanded, voice deadly calm. “I dare you.”Luka’s face was turning red, his mouth opening and closing as he fought for air.“Thalia,” he croaked. “My father—he’s—” He gasped, his body jerking. “He’s going to rape her.”A growl ripped from my chest—deep, guttural, and primal.It wasn't n

Ronan's POVFor a heartbeat, no one moved. Then, as if snapping out of a trance, they seized Garret by what remained of his ruined flesh.He screamed—a raw, broken sound—as they dragged him away. Let him suffer. Let him remember.The crowd around us was a sea of wide eyes and hushed whispers.I didn’t care. My pulse still hammered, the rage a living thing beneath my skin, clawing for release. Not yet. I needed to see her. Needed to know she was whole."Leave," I snapped. The word cut through the murmurs like a blade.The crowd blurred into nothing as I forced air into my lungs, each breath sharp, deliberate.“Control. Stay in control.” But the thought of her—unconscious, bleeding—sent a fresh wave of fury boiling under my skin.I didn’t remember moving, but suddenly, I was there, shoving open the healer’s door.The scent of herbs and magic hit me, thick and cloying.My gaze locked onto Thalia—pale, still, her dark hair fanned out like spilled ink against the white sheets.Hebath moved

Ronan's POVThe dungeon was colder than I remembered. The guards ahead of me walked with caution, their backs straight, shoulders tense. They feared me. As they should.Torchlight flickered against the damp walls, casting jagged shadows that danced like specters. I rolled my shoulders, exhaling slowly, forcing myself to focus.Garret was waiting.The guards stopped at a thick iron door, rusted at the edges, the metal corroded from years of blood and moisture. One of them hesitated before pulling the key from his belt and sliding it into the lock with shaking hahandsThe sound of metal grinding against metal filled the corridor, followed by the dull creak of the door swinging open.I stepped inside.Garret was curled in the corner of the cell, his body a wretched thing, bruised, filth-covered, naked. The moment his sunken eyes met mine, he scrambled back, pressing himself against the wall as though he could somehow melt into the stone.“No—no, please.” His voice was barely above a