Sold To The Demon Alpha
Chapter 33

Aria’s POV

“When I was informed that you would be working here temporarily, I thought Raphael was pulling my legs. And I really need my legs to be pulled as I am an old woman.” Scian said when I stood in front of her with a note from Raphael.

Yesterday was when I had been officially discharged by Scian, six weeks after I had been brought to her, bruised, battered, covered in my own b***d and unconscious.

In all of the remaining three weeks after Roma had told me that I was nothing to him but a debtor, here to pay my debts, I had not seen him once in my room and I had gone through the five stages of grief from denial to acceptance.

Acceptance that I was the one who had been blurring the boundaries of what we were to each other and was the one who needed to keep myself in check.

And now that I had accepted that I was only a fool with unrequited love for a man that would never feel the same way. The quicker I adjusted to that and moved on, the better for all of us.

Now that I had been discharged officially by Scian, I had reported to Raphael who had told me that my punishment would be having to spend my free hours, which were usually between lunch and dinner except I was on kitchen duty in the infirmary working. It would also extend to any free time I had during the weekends.

As someone who had expected something a lot worse than extra work, I was glad to receive my punishment, especially because I loved hanging out with Scian whenever I had the time.

She had framed the drawing that I had made for her and I smiled when I looked at it hanging on the wall.

I nodded in response to her statement.

“For the six weeks that I was in bed, I’ll have to work really hard to pay them back.”

Scian nodded at me with a smile and reached out to touch my hand.

“How are you? How are the nightmares?” She asked and I blew a breath, giving her a smile that for once was not fake since she had found out about my nightmares.

It had happened one night in the infirmary and she was the one who had shaken me awake from it.

She had never asked me what the nightmares were about and I had never told her but I was sure that she had an idea of what terrified me.

I dreamt about that night in the woods every time I had the nightmare. The only difference was that I could feel myself dying. I died in different ways each time and everytime I did, the last thing I would see before I closed my eyes were red eyes.

I dreamt about that night in the woods every time I had the nightmare. The only difference was that I could feel myself dying. I died in different ways each time and everytime I did, the last thing I would see before I closed my eyes were red eyes.

My sketchpad was filled with drawings of the same sketches and I wondered if the dreams were trying to pressure me to seek out the truth behind the black wolf-like beast that I had seen.

Deciding that I would ask Sophia subtly about it when I saw her, I answered Scian’s question.

“They’re getting better. Why have you never asked me what the dreams are about?”

She raised her eyebrows and shrugged.

“Why have you never told me about your dreams?”

“Touché” I replied and she laughed.

“Perhaps you are worried about replaceing out the truth. Perhaps you are worried that your nightmares are not just that but reality. Who knows? Anyways, come, let me take you to where you will be working.”

As I followed Scian out of the office and down the hallway, I had a sinking feeling in my chest that perhaps she was right.

As much as I wanted to know the truth, maybe I was terrified of what it would reveal.

Roma’s POV

From the window of my office, I watched as Aria and her friend, another maid whose name I could not remember laughed about something and walked deeper into the garden.

It was Aria’s laughter that had shone the brightest, her sing song voice imbued with the magnificent ability to captivate anyone that heard it.

I was more than happy that she looked much better now. One of the newest nightmares that I now had was not being able to save her from the forbidden forest. It was coming too late and replaceing her in the forest, either dead or torn apart beyond recognition.

She is not your wife that you lost in such a brutal manner, a voice in my head reminded me and I fisted my hands as I remembered how I had failed in protecting my wife and pup from the werewolf hunters.

Ironic that my mate was now human and I had to save her from the feral wolves, wolves who had given in to their most basal nature and forgone humanity.

After I had broken her heart cruelly like a bastard instead of saying a simple ‘you are welcome’ after she thanked me for saving her life, you would think that I would have stayed away from her. And to the best of my ability, I had. Only when she was awake.

I knew that the only person that saw me whenever I visited Aria when she was asleep was Scian and she was never the type of meddle in things that didn’t concern her, which was sometimes a blessing and a curse.

Raphael knocked and when he entered, my half brother Carlos walked in with him.

The last time I had spoken to Carlos, it had been with a hand around his throat for trying to molest a woman. This time, I hoped the situation was different.

Clearing my throat, I decided to ask questions first.

“Have any more intruders tried to break? Is that why you’re here?”

Neither of them said a word and when I raised my eyebrows, Raphael was the one who spoke.

“There have been no new intruders yet, Alpha. This is about the bonfire ceremony.”

Oh.

The bonfire ceremony was an annual event that was typically led by the Alpha where the wolves would begin the day by going for a run and end it with a party to celebrate the goddess and the new harvest season.

Since I was cursed and did not dare to lead a pack run especially with the beast prowling so close to the surface with every shift, I had not led any bonfire ceremony since I rose to the position of Alpha.

After all, the night when I became Alpha to the pack is the same night I was cursed to be possessed by a demon. It was also one of the very few times in the year that Carlos would have to take my place as my brother and lead the way.

It made my hackles rise for no reason but I knew why Raphael had come with Carlos. He did not think that my brother deserved to lead the wolves on the pack run.

I mean, neither did I but I was willing to give Carlos a chance to prove himself. It was more than my father had ever given us. I might be a monster. But I refused to be like my father.