Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146: Her Disturbed State

Roman’s POV

The moment those words fell from her lips, silence swallowed the room. Not only Isla, but we too were left speechless. Whatever she had endured during those six years, there was little left for us to imagine, and yet none of us dared to.

All we could do was curse ourselves and bear the weight of our own guilt for her broken state.

"Eira," Isla said softly, her tone steady, "calm down."

"Calm down?" Eira’s voice was laced with venom. "I have always been calm. It’s you and those bastards who keep poking at me again and again. Don’t you have anything else to do? Just get the fuck out of my life."

Her gaze burned like fire, her jaw tight with rage, her words sliced through clenched teeth. In that moment, she resembled a wounded beast, snarling at every soul that dared come near.

"You can keep showing your anger," Isla replied, unshaken. "I am here to listen. Go ahead, let it out. Every ounce of bitterness, every shard of pain you’ve buried inside—I am here to share that burden with you."

"Want me to get my bitterness out?" Eira gave a dark, hollow laugh. "How about I kill you first, and then those five bastards hovering around me like snakes?"

"I think this is enough for today. Next session..."

Smash!

The sudden shatter of porcelain echoed through the room as she hurled the vase from the table, splintering it into pieces across the floor. Her glare locked onto Isla, blazing with fury.

"You fucking bitch," she spat. "Did you really think that by telling me a few things about Alice, you were giving me something of worth? Go fuck yourself to know what I’ve been feeling all these years. And if you dare show your face to me again, I swear your daughter won’t have a mother left in this world."

With that, she stormed out of the side house, leaving only the echoes of her rage behind. Isla remained seated, calm and composed. Perhaps, as a doctor, she had faced patients far more volatile than Eira. But for us, it was different.

For us, it was Eira who was breaking apart before our very eyes. And it was her pain that tore our hearts to pieces.

Lucian moved quickly to the exit towards the side house.

Eira was coming out so of course we felt worried where she was going.

Lucian stopped at the glass wall and watched her as she came out of the side house.

"Don’t rush her," Liam said quietly. "Let her absorb her emotions."

We remained still, watching from behind the glass. She was seething, her face darkened with fury, her fists clenched tightly as though she could crush her rage within her own hands. Her breath came fast and heavy, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to contain the storm inside her.

We waited in tense silence, unsure what she would do next, or where she would run.

She drew in several deep breaths, her eyes darting about as though searching for a way out, some escape from herself, from us, from everything. Yet in that moment she looked not only furious, but utterly lost and undone. She was like a vessel overflowing with every extreme emotion at once, incapable of carrying even a single one.

At last she turned sharply and strode toward the rear of the house, her steps quick and restless, as if the ground itself scorched her to flee faster.

Lucian rushed after her, and the rest of us followed close behind.

"She cannot leave the estate. Don’t worry," I told him, catching up. We had to shadow her, yet keep enough distance not to ignite her further.

"Thankfully she cannot take her wolf form," Lucian muttered, his jaw tight. "If she could, restraining her would be impossible. I can’t lose her this time."

Not only he, but none of us could bear the thought of losing her again.

Her path led straight toward the stables, and our hearts seized with terror. The last time she had wandered there, she had tried to end her life.

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