Page 53 of Sold to the Alphas

Finn’s enraged growl reverberated through the house as I slammed the door to his room and locked it from the outside. His claws raked against the wood in frustration, and I knew he’d try to break it down if he thought it would accomplish anything.

“You better let me out, Marshall!” he bellowed, his voice raw with fury.

I leaned my forehead against the door for a moment, exhaustion creeping into my muscles. “Not until you calm down,” I said evenly, though I didn’t feel calm in the slightest.

“I am calm!” he snapped, punctuating the claim with another thud against the door.

“Like hell you are,” I muttered, more to myself than to him. Finn was too volatile right now, his fury at August only stokingmy own. The house couldn’t take any more damage, and neither could we.

I pushed off the door and focused on the one thing that mattered more than my anger—Elisabed.

She sat slumped on the couch in her room where I’d placed her, her arms wrapped protectively around herself, tears streaking her pale cheeks. The sight of her like this twisted something deep in my chest.

“I’m taking you to the healer,” I said gruffly, kneeling before her. Her shoulder was a mess, blood seeping through the makeshift bandages I’d made. The gash wasn’t deep enough to be life-threatening, but it needed proper care—and soon.

Her gaze flicked to me, hollow and distant, before dropping back to the floor. She didn’t resist as I scooped her into my arms, holding her carefully to avoid jarring her injured shoulder.

The wind outside howled as I carried her through the settlement to the healer’s rooms. Every step felt heavier than the last, my mind replaying the scene in the forest over and over. Raol had taken her sister. August had lost control. And I...I’d failed to keep her safe.

Liora ushered us in without question. Her sharp eyes immediately zeroed in on Elisabed’s injury. “Sit,” she instructed.

I set Elisabed down gently near the fire and watched as Liora cleaned the wound efficiently, keeping her hands steady even as Elisabed winced.

“She’s lucky,” Liora murmured. “Another inch, and it could have torn through the muscle.”

Elisabed didn’t respond. She sat motionless, her gaze fixed on a point somewhere beyond the room.

“Will she heal fully?” I asked, my voice low.

“With proper care,” Liora said, her tone leaving no room for doubt.

I nodded, relief tempered by the lingering tension in my chest.

Once the wound was treated and bandaged, Liora straightened and turned to me. “I was going to send for you all tomorrow, but since you’re here...”

I frowned. “What is it?”

Liora glanced at Elisabed, who blinked in confusion, still caught in her haze of grief and pain.

“The blood test,” Liora said softly, her expression unreadable. “The one you requested after she arrived.”

My stomach sank. I’d nearly forgotten about it, the chaos of the last week pushing it from my mind.

“I have the results.” Liora hesitated, then looked at Elisabed directly. “Congratulations.”

Elisabed tilted her head at the healer’s words, confused.

“You’re pregnant,” Liora said.

The words hit the room like a thunderclap.

Elisabed’s head jerked up, her eyes wide and disbelieving. “What?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Liora’s expression softened. “It’s early—you’re just a few weeks along—but there’s no doubt.”

Elisabed’s hand trembled as she placed it over her stomach, her face a mixture of shock and confusion.

“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice rough.

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