All Chapters of SOLD TO THE ALPHA WHO HATES ME: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Serafine's POV“You're really a slut.”My eyes darkened. I wanted to slap him. He was such an arrogant dick!What did he call me?A slut?I scoffed in my mind, cursing him under my breath.If I was a slut, then what was he?A loose man?He could never control his desires before me. He had become a slave to my seduction.I refused to let his words irk me. Instead of reacting to it, I calmed myself. Then Ipulled my hair up and tied them in a messy bun, exposing both sides of my neck. The game is on you bastard! Let's see if you pass my test.I wasn't going to give up. "Well," I rubbed my neck and tilted it the other way. The neck of his polo was way wider than my neck line. It fell off on one side of my shoulder, exposing my creamy skin. "You love to take my clothes off. And I like to give you a good chase. A hunt is not a good hunt without a chase." I turned to gaze into his eyes to see his reaction and was satisfied when I found him... turned on.He spread his legs to show his nak

Serafine's POV Bran had left hours ago, saying he had something urgent to do at his office. I laid sprawled in his bed, doing nothing except thinking about my unfortunate life.I rolled onto my side and groaned softly, clutching the pillow beneath my chin. Before leaving, Bran had warned that if he didn’t find me in his room when he returned, he would make me cry all through the night. I had no idea what he meant by the last sentence. And wasn’t curious to want to know. But boredom was again eating deep into me and I felt like I was losing my mind. Thoughts about Grayson flooded my mind. I missed him. Missed his company. I felt alive whenever he was around me. Felt secured. Cared for. He was my light in this godforsaken place and right now I wanted to see him.I had enjoyed being in his apartment last time and didn't get a full of it because Bran had showed up unannounced. I sat up abruptly. I could go check on him. And then play in his garden.I swung my legs over the side of

Grayson’s POVI had dropped onto the couch the moment I stepped out of the kitchen, my back hitting the cushion as if I’d been shoved there by an invisible hand. Sweat slicked my skin, my shirt clinging to me, lungs dragging in air like I’d just run miles. The familiar scent of a certain kind of dish filled my apartment, reminding me of what the day meant for me.Meatloaf glazed with brown sugar and ketchup sat cooling on the counter, the same way my mom used to let it rest. Mashed potatoes whipped smooth with butter and cream waited in a ceramic bowl, a dent in the middle for gravy. There were green beans sautéed with garlic, cornbread wrapped in a cloth to keep it soft, and cooling by the window, was an apple pie with a lattice crust I’d never quite mastered but tried anyway.These were my dad's favorite meals. And my mom used to make it for him on every of their wedding anniversary, humming while she cooked, swaying slightly to the soft background music from the radio. Dad would

Serafine's POV After closing the door, Clara walked ahead of us and said, "Come join me at the barbeque."Grayson snorted. “You're cooking?”"Yeah. I'm trying to make myself something decent for lunch. And so far it has been good.” Clara answered proudly.“I hope you don't burn my lakehouse down. Let's go see the barbeque.” Grayson said, leading us to a built glassed-in porch that overlooked the lake.He opened the door and we stepped out in the cool air. Smell of burned food wafted in the air. I heard the crackle of the barbeque fire."Damn!" Clara rushed to the barbeque stand.“I have not even finished talking and it's already happening.” Grayson murmured and I giggled.We rushed after Clara. "Your decent meal is gradually turning into burnt offerings." Grayson mocked as he took charge of the barbeque. Clara pursed her lips in a helpless gesture. She made Grayson wear the apron with a grin."Sorry Grayson," she said as she grabbed a can of beer from the ice bucket. "I only wanted

Alpha Bran's POVWhen the fire was burning nicely in the hearth, I stood there reflecting on what had happened. Did I push her too far? I don't think so. At first, she left the packhouse and didn't return and then I found her dancing with Grayson. If I hadn't come at the right time, who knew what Grayson would have ended up doing. Kissing her?My blood boiled at the thought.I gazed into the fire and realized that the same fire was burning in my chest. I had to reject my human mate to protect her from me and also to protect myself. I had never had such blazing emotions burning through my heart and pushing me to the edge. Serafine was not the girl for me. I needed a strong she-wolf who was focused on my chief goal to win more packs, to strengthen my ties and with whom my emotions didn't always kick up. With whom I never panicked.I turned to her, trying to find words in my mind for rejecting her. I knew that I would suffer a lot of pain, but it would end. This pain was better than