All Chapters of Sold To The Lycan King Who Ruined Me. : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Adrian The pain woke me before dawn.It always did now.I sat upright in my tent, breathing through clenched teeth while the familiar ache spread through my chest. The rejected bond some days it felt like a knife, other days it felt like something worse.Like an empty space that refused to heal.I pressed a hand against my ribs and waited for the worst of it to pass but it didn't, it never did. Noah's rejection had left a wound deeper than any blade and somehow I deserved every second of it.A knock sounded outside."Your Majesty."I stood immediately.The sooner this meeting happened, the sooner we could start searching. Because every hour Noah remained alone in the wilderness increased the chances of something going wrong.I grabbed my coat and stepped outside. The morning air was cold, my horse was already prepared, and a small escort that waited nearby.No armies, no banners, just enough guards to keep the meeting from becoming a complete disaster.I climbed without speaking.The

NoahThe room Mira had given me was small, but it felt safer than any place I had slept in for years.A narrow bed stood against one wall, covered with clean blankets that smelled faintly of herbs. Sunlight filtered through the window every morning, warming the wooden floor. There were no guards outside the door, no locked chains, no Alpha's scent suffocating the air.The first night, I woke up three times, not because of pain but because I expected someone to be there. A hand on my body, a command, a punishment.Every time I opened my eyes, the room remained empty.Slowly, my body began to understand what my mind couldn't. I was safe, at least for now.I sat near the window and rubbed my stomach, the baby shifted beneath my palm, a small kick landed against my side and I smiled before I could stop myself."There you are."Another tiny movement answered me and for a moment, everything else disappeared.No Alphas.No packs.No fear.Just me and my child. The warmth spreading through my

Narrator povThe mountain path seemed endless.Noah climbed slowly through the darkness as night gave way to dawn. Pale grey light spread across the sky, revealing jagged cliffs and narrow trails that twisted between enormous rocks.His breathing echoed in the cold air.Every few minutes he stopped to catch his breath.One hand pressed against his lower back while the other supported the weight of his stomach. The climb was taking a toll on him.His boots slipped on loose gravel, more than once, his knees nearly buckled beneath him. Each time, he caught himself at the last second.His wolf remained alert inside him.The animal instincts sharpened his senses, helping him notice unstable ground before stepping on it. When the path narrowed near a steep drop, his wolf's instincts guided his footing.Even with that help, the journey was brutal. Sweat soaked the collar of his shirt despite the freezing wind, his muscles trembled from exhaustion and then his stomach tightened unexpectedly.

NoahStormhaven was nothing like the packs I had known before.When Kael first brought me here, I had expected another prison disguised as a home. Every pack claimed to care about its members, but I had learned long ago that pretty words often hid ugly truths. Yet as the days passed, I found myself struggling to find anything wrong with the place. The pack sat between towering mountains that shielded it from the outside world, and there was a strange sense of peace here that I couldn't quite understand. Children ran through the streets laughing without fear. Pack members spoke freely with one another. No one seemed terrified of making mistakes.The most confusing of all was Kael.Every day he made sure I had enough food, enough rest, and enough comfort, yet he never demanded anything in return, he never questioned me about Adrian or Elias, he never pressured me to explain my past. Even when the healer checked on me and the baby, Kael stayed respectfully distant, allowing me space w

NoahThe first time it happened, I tried to convince myself it was a mistake.A servant brought breakfast to my room as usual and left without meeting my eyes. The moment I lifted the lid from the tray, a foul smell filled the room. The meat was grey and slimy, the milk had separated into sour clumps, and the fruit was covered in dark spots.I stared at the tray for several seconds, then I quietly put the lid back on. Maybe the kitchen had made a mistake, maybe someone had been careless.Stormhaven wasn't perfect.People made errors, that explanation was easier to accept than the alternative. I spent the morning drinking water and ignoring the hunger twisting in my stomach.By evening, another tray arrived, this one was worse. The soup smelled rotten, the bread was stale enough to break apart like stone beneath my fingers.I sat on the edge of my bed and stared at the food. The baby shifted inside me, a slow roll beneath my skin.My hand immediately moved to my stomach."I know."My v