Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100: Heart Wrenching

Roman’s POV

The other four stepped inside, their expressions frozen in shock—just like mine.

There she was. Kneeling on the cold, unforgiving floor, Jason’s torture toolbox sprawled open before her. In her trembling hands, she held the gun, the barrel pressed under her chin, ready to end it all.

"Eira. No," I shouted, my voice cracking, a mix of panic and disbelief.

She turned to look at us, her bloodshot eyes wet with tears, yet burning with a terrifying, resolute determination. And then, with terrifying swiftness, she pressed the trigger.

Click.

My heart stopped. For a moment, the world went silent. I could almost feel her life slipping away from her, and the thought of it made my chest tighten, suffocating me. The others were frozen, their faces pale, disbelief etched into every line.

She blinked, startled, and pressed it again. Click.

And again. Click.

"No bullets in gun," Jason said, "I emptied it after Kael killed my pets."

Relief surged through us, but it was nothing compared to the devastation washing over her.

She stared at the empty gun in her hands, her fingers trembling uncontrollably. The tears that had clung stubbornly to her cheeks now streamed freely, her eyes wide with helplessness, as if the world itself had betrayed her in the cruellest way.

The gun slipped from her hands, clattering to the floor like a broken promise. Her shoulders sagged, her hands clawed at the dried grass beneath her, and then—

Her scream tore through the air.

A scream so raw, so shattering, that it felt as if the room itself had been ripped open. It wasn’t just frustration—it was every year of suffering, every moment of cruelty, every ounce of despair she had swallowed, finally escaping in one agonizing, heart-wrenching sound.

We stood frozen, unable to move, our own hearts breaking in sympathy, shame, and helplessness.

We thought the video in the morning hadn’t affected her. We were wrong. It had indeed affected her. Every brutal moment, every scar, every humiliation was still there, hidden behind her quiet façade.

She had kept her emotions buried and acted normal through out the day just so she could come here to take her life.

The night Jason tortured her, she must have seen what else the box had and she didn’t forget that gun. All she was waiting for was the chance to come here, and tonight she got it.

Thankfully, the gun was empty, or we would have lost her tonight.

We stayed rooted in our places, letting her pour out the years of suffering in those harrowing screams. It was the first time we had ever seen her break—really break—letting the pain she had buried so deeply claw its way out. The morning’s video had been just a scratch on the surface, but tonight, every hidden wound, every memory she had fought to lock away, erupted.

When her screams faded into ragged, trembling sobs, and she buried her face in her palms, shaking as if the world itself were crushing her.

Helpless words with muffled sobs were heard.

"All...i want is to die...but....why...."

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