Sold by My Alpha Claimed by Another

I couldn’t sleep.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the way Kade had smirked at me. The way he had laughed off everything.

And Lucian Blackwood’s voice whispered in the back of my mind.

"I always get what I want."

I shoved the thought away and stared at the ceiling. The packhouse was eerily quiet at this hour, the only sounds coming from the occasional footsteps of patrolling guards outside.

Restless, I sat up. I needed water. Maybe a walk.

Padding down the dark hallway, I turned toward the kitchen when I heard voices—low and hushed.

I stopped.

Kade’s voice.

I frowned and stepped closer, pressing myself against the wall near the slightly ajar office door.

"I can’t believe she actually thought I was serious," Kade scoffed.

A chuckle from another pack member. "She really got all worked up over it, huh?"

Kade laughed again. "You should’ve seen her face. I thought she was going to cry."

"You sure it was a good idea, though? What if she actually left with Blackwood?"

"As if," Kade scoffed. "She’s too damn loyal. I could throw her into a pit of rogues, and she’d still crawl back to me."

My breath hitched.

He kept talking, oblivious to my presence.

"Besides, the whole thing was hilarious. The way she stood up there, all scared and confused… fuck, it was the best entertainment I’ve had in weeks."

My heart shattered.

It hadn’t just been a mistake. It hadn’t been a lapse in judgment.

He had planned it.

Planned my humiliation. Planned my betrayal.

For his own entertainment.

The air in my lungs turned razor-sharp, cutting through me as I fought the urge to burst into the room and scream.

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I barely slept.

Even after the sun rose, my body felt heavy, my mind a tangled mess of thoughts I couldn’t escape. Kade’s voice still echoed in my head.

"She’s too damn loyal. I could throw her into a pit of rogues, and she’d still crawl back to me."

The worst part?

He wasn’t wrong.

I had stayed. I had endured. And even now, after everything, a part of me still hesitated.

Because leaving meant walking away from everything I had ever known.

My pack. My home. My life.

And what if… what if there was nowhere else for me?