Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147: Final Plan

Kael’s POV

We could only watch her being hurt. We had no way to help her anymore, and it was infuriating.

Isla arrived there as well and witnessed everything with us.

"He can take care of her," Isla said. "Let’s discuss what we planned before."

Leaving Eira to Roman, I turned to walk back with Isla and Liam while the other three stayed there, unwilling to leave her side. I didn’t wish to either—all I wanted was to hold her, to comfort her—but she wouldn’t want me near. Discussing the matter with her doctor to heal her was my priority. The other four could look after her well.

"You saw how furious she became when I spoke of her suffering," Isla said gravely. "It is normal, given her condition. But dangerous all the same."

I could understand that as well.

"Her psyche is highly volatile," Isla continued, "and frighteningly unpredictable in what she may do next. She is fiercely protective when it comes to her pets, deeply emotional when it concerns her son, seething with rage when it comes to you five Alphas—or any man at all. And when it touches on the past six years, she retreats entirely.

"Her mind has been trained to lock that part of her life away, isolating her from it completely. It is a subconscious defense, something she must have cultivated over time. But it is not good. Her suicidal thoughts stem from that very fracture. We must unlock it. We must make her confront it, speak of it, release all that poison she has buried. That is the only way forward, as I told you before."

"Her emotions are either burning at extremes or extinguished altogether," Liam added solemnly. "We need to stabilize her. And Kael, you cannot delay. Her first shift, her first heat—she cannot face them in this state. The longer you hesitate, the longer her torment stretches, and the deeper the harm will root itself."

"I will make preparations today," I promised them, my voice steady though my heart trembled. "You will both be there."

"Liam and I both," Isla assured me with quiet resolve. Liam met my gaze, offering a nod of faith that told me to trust the doctor, no matter how impossible it seemed.

Gods, this was going to be unbearably difficult.

They left, waiting for my message to summon them for the next step.

Later, Roman returned with Eira. He had carried her back to the main house and laid her in his room. She did not resist, nor react. She simply lay there upon the bed, as lifeless as a corpse, staring at nothing.

Once she was settled, I gathered the others and told them of the plan.

Lucian’s face hardened. "You cannot be serious," he snapped. "You saw how she reacted the moment it was mentioned."

"I know," I admitted, "but we have no choice. We must be strong enough to bear it. Better for her to suffer once and be freed, than to suffer endlessly, every single day of her life."

"What if it makes things worse instead of better?" Roman’s voice carried the weight of fear. "You did not see her as closely as I did, when she sat there in the stable. She was not herself at all until I called her. For a moment, I truly thought she was possessed by something."

I hummed and wondered—if we had never found her again, what would have become of her? Or if we had never seen her at all in this life? The thought of it almost scared me.

I looked at each one of them and asked, "Do you have any other solution to heal her?"

None. No one truly knew.

Thud!

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