All Chapters of SOLD TO THE ALPHA WHO HATES ME: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

Grayson’s POVMy hands tightened carefully around her injured arm as I examined the bloodied scrape on her elbow more closely. The skin was torn badly enough to leave dried blood running down part of her forearm.My expression darkened. Then my eyes lifted to her face. “What happened?”Clara shook her head quickly and gently pulled her elbow away from my grip. “It’s nothing.”My jaw clenched. “That doesn’t look like nothing.”“It’s fine, Grayson.”“You’re bleeding, Clara. Why? What happened while I was here?”“It already stopped.”“Clara.”She looked away stubbornly. “Forget about me and get dressed already so we can go home.”Her dismissal irritated me. “No.”Her brows furrowed. “Grayson—”“What happened to you?” I repeated firmly.There was silence. She refused to look at me. The longer she avoided my eyes, the worse the feeling inside my chest became. Something bad happened.I could feel it. “Clara.” My voice lowered. “Talk to me.”“It’s not important.”“Everything about you is

Alpha Bran’s POV“I actually came to report something, Alpha.”The seriousness in Banes’ voice immediately sharpened my attention. I leaned back in my chair despite the pounding in my head. Across from me, Aric had gone still too, his sharp eyes fixed on the Gamma.Bane hesitated briefly before saying, “Three people died in the pack last night.”My brows furrowed instantly. “Three?”Bane nodded grimly. “Yes, Alpha.”The remnants of alcohol disappeared from my mind immediately. “Who are they?” “One of them was from a prominent family,” Bane answered. “The other two were ordinary pack members.”Aric crossed his arms slowly beside the desk while I sat upright.“The one from a prominent family was from which family?” I asked.“The Harlows.”The Harlows were influential among the lower council families. Wealthy. Respected. Proud.They would go all out to make sure their family member was avenged. Bane continued, “The families of the deceased are demanding answers already. The deaths hap

Clara’s POV“Clara.” Grayson’s voice pulled me out of my spiraling thoughts.I looked at him, still pressed tightly against the wall while my chest rose and fell unevenly.“What’s wrong?” he asked.I stared at him in disbelief. “What’s wrong? Are you serious right now?”His brows furrowed.“Everything is wrong, Grayson!” I burst out, my voice shaking badly. I pointed toward the table again, horrified all over again, just looking at them. “You brought the heads of dead men into my bedroom!”Grayson stayed silent. Only looking at me.I continued, nearly choking on the words. “Everything is fucking wrong, Grayson! How can you even think this was okay?”.Grayson finally spoke. “I thought you would be happy they were dead.”Happy?What was he thinking?I stared at him, unable to understand how his mind had reached that conclusion. I couldn’t even find anymore words to speak.I had known Grayson for years. Longer than almost anyone else in my life. But recently, a lot had changed rapidly ab

Alpha Bran’s POV Clara stood frozen before us, her trembling eyes locked entirely on Aric. Her fingers curled tightly against the edge of the door.Why was she so terrified of him?Before I could speak again, footsteps echoed faintly from upstairs.A male voice muttered something I couldn't make out entirely. Then Grayson appeared at the top of the staircase. He was halfway down before he finally looked toward the entrance and froze.The change in his expression was immediate.His eyes widened the moment they landed on me. Then my gaze dropped lower to the sackcloth bag hanging over his shoulder. The exact same bag from the footage.A pulse of tension shot through me instantly.“Grayson,” I said, and stepped forward. “What’s in the bag?”His grip tightened around the sack. His eyes flickered briefly toward Clara before returning to me. For the first time since I had known him, he actually looked flustered.But that only lasted for a second. The next second, he composed himself, mutte

Grayson’s POV“She’s not happy with the gift.” I muttered the words under my breath while staring at the three severed heads on the table.Blood still dripped from the torn flesh into small crimson puddles beneath them. The smell filled the room heavily, metallic and thick.I couldn’t understand Clara. Last night in the forest, Clara had looked completely shattered while telling me what those men tried to do to her. So why did she look horrified that they were dead?Women were confusing. I sighed quietly before grabbing the bloodied sackcloth bag from the floor and stuffing the heads back inside one after another. The wet sound they made as they dropped into the bag would probably disgust Clara even more if she heard it.I tied the sack shut firmly before lifting it over my shoulder. Blood soaked through the rough fabric immediately, warm against my back.I walked toward the window instead of the door. After pushing the window open, I tossed the sack outside. It landed behind the bus