Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 149

Chapter 149: To Hell With Your Patience

Lucian’s POV

Roman rejoined us, his fists clenched, his gaze burning with rage as if blaming us for forcing him to do this. It was brutal to leave her there like this. If he could, he would have kicked every one of us right then—and we would have accepted it gladly. We could only offer him apologetic gazes.

By the time her screams for freedom finally died down, only light sobs remained. Her tear-streaked face pressed against the bars as she slid down, collapsing to her knees in helpless surrender, mumbling weakly for someone to free her.

He turned away, standing apart from us, his rigid posture radiating fury.

Her screams for freedom and the desperate rattling of the door went on until they slowly died into faint sobs. What remained was the broken sight of her tear-streaked face pressed against the cold iron bars as she slid down, collapsing to her knees in helpless surrender, whispering weak pleas for someone—anyone—to free her.

Her sobs lingered for a while, then faltered into silence. Warily, she lifted her head, her body trembling, fear etched deep in her gaze. As her eyes scanned the room in that dreadful stillness, her expression turned ashen.

She staggered upright, her legs unsteady beneath her, her glassy eyes darting, searching for any possible escape.

Then her gaze fell upon the objects within the cell: the rickety table bolted to the wall, the chains dangling from the stones with rusted cuffs that once bound prisoners, and the single light swaying faintly from the ceiling, its dim glow unable to chase away the shadows that clung like phantoms to every corner.

The moment her eyes landed on the table, she recoiled in terror and stumbled back, crashing to the ground once more. She pressed against the wall behind her, curling into herself, her hands clutching her ears as if to block out the voices rising in her mind.

In that video we had witnessed how they used this very table and those chains to confine her and torture her. The horror was real. Those bastards, if I could, I would have pulled them back from the hell and kill them all over again with the most gruesome death that before.

"No... stay away... don’t come closer..." she whimpered through her sobs, trying to bury herself in the darkness along the wall. Her cries echoed mercilessly against the stone, as though she were reliving every torment she had once endured.

Her limbs thrashed violently, her hands and feet kicking the empty air, as if fighting off unseen assailants. "Stay away... don’t touch me... please don’t... it hurts..."

"That’s enough," I muttered and started forward, but Isla’s sharp voice stopped me. "Be patient. We’ve already brought her this far. Just wait a little longer."

I clenched my jaw, my eyes flicking to Kael. He stood motionless, rooted in place, his gaze fixed on the screen. The veins along temple, his neck pulsed visibly, his fists clenched tight, every muscle straining as though he were holding himself back from shattering the door and tearing her free.

"Kael," I called to him.

"Listen to Isla," Kael said, his voice so restrained it seemed the words barely escaped his lips.

Meanwhile, Eira’s struggle inside the cell grew wilder, her body thrashing as she fought against the horrors only she could see. Her screams clawed through the air, cutting into me until I could hardly breathe.

I slammed my fist against the wall behind me, fury and helplessness surging through my veins. I could not defy Kael’s order. Every cry from her pierced my chest like a blade.

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