Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 14

Chapter 14: A Villain From The Past

Jason’s POV

Before I could respond, the door opened and a tall and muscular man, wearing perfectly fitted black shirt and pants, stepped into the room.

Lucian.

His gaze swept across the scene—me slouched naked on the couch, Rafe flexing his muscles by relaxing his rejuvenated body, and the dead whore sprawled lifeless on the floor. Totally unbothered.

"You two finished already? Couldn’t even wait for me," he said, walking over to one side of the massive couch that lined all three walls of the room.

He sat down casually, his both hands stretched across the back rest, his long legs folded one over other, eyes flicking to both of us. "Seems like you two are getting weak, finishing this fast."

Rafe flopped onto the other end of the couch, lazy and unbothered. "These bitches are too bland to keep going. Not tempting enough."

Lucian smirked. "We’ll have one bitch in our home soon. Try her. See if she tempts you enough. No one’s going to stop you, even if you fuck her to death or drain her dry."

"That bitch stinks," Rafe replied, wrinkling his nose.

The moment they said it, I snapped out of the haze and realized who they were talking about. "Good luck putting your cock into a stable bitch. Even the stinkiest horse wouldn’t want her," I muttered.

Lucian turned his attention to me. "She’s staying in the guest room. Not in the stable. Don’t you want to test your tools on her?"

Disgust twisted in my chest. "But that doesn’t mean I want her inside our home," I said firmly. "I don’t want to see her face every damn day and ruin my mood. And what about the rule? No females allowed in the house. Are we just going to ignore that now?"

"For that, you’ll have to argue with Roman," Lucian said calmly. "As for me, I only plan to test a few drugs on her and observe the effects. Her suffering alone will make her presence in this house worth tolerating."

"I’m out of it," I said, standing up and beginning to dress. "I want nothing to do with her. When you’re all done playing your games, hand her over to me. I’ll torment her to death."

"I’m not fine with her either," Rafe muttered. "Her stench in the house is going to make me puke."

Lucian’s gaze shifted toward him with curiosity. "What kind of stench do you always catch from her? Even back then, you could smell her from a distance and it pissed you off. What is it exactly?"

"Shitty smell," Rafe replied as he lazily pulled on his clothes.

Lucian raised an eyebrow, voice taunting. "Are you sure that’s all it is?"

Rafe gave him a dull look. "Why don’t you go fuck some bitches instead of asking useless questions? I’ll tell Caston to send in a few tough ones so you don’t end up killing them."

Lucian smirked. "That’s exactly what I plan to do. I need to erase the mood that bitch left me in."

Just then, Caston entered the room.

He was tall, dark, and carried himself with effortless authority. The tight brown t-shirt stretched across his muscled chest, tucked into well-fitted trousers. His presence commanded attention. He was a hybrid between a wolf and a human, but unlike other hybrids, he was powerful and knew how to use his werewolf side well.

His dark eyes moved to the dead body on the ground. He frowned a little and told Rafe, "You’re done with the quota for this month. No killing till next month."

"Yeah, whatever," Rafe brushed him off with a casual shrug and passed by him to leave the room, but said, "Just give some fine bitches to that crazy one."

"See you later," I told Caston and left as well, knowing now Lucian would go on his crazy fucking way and wouldn’t be returning anytime soon.

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