Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152: Drugs

Kael’s POV

I came to Roman’s room without waiting even a moment after I informed him. I wanted to be by her side.

I was used to being in my own room only, but in her state, I didn’t find it right to move her and disturb her sleep.

When she was awake, she couldn’t let me be close or even comfort her. And the weight of regret was so heavy on me that I had no face to even offer her comfort. All I could do was be with her when she was not awake. I knew well what my presence caused her, my presence by her side itself was enough to comfort her.

I lay in the bed, my movements careful. Turning on my side, I looked at her. She looked utterly exhausted, pale and distressed even in her deep sleep.

Her blood soaked clothes were changed to fresh ones, and her face had been cleaned as it had Rafe’s blood smeared to it.

Slowly, I pulled her into my arms. Just as always, she instinctively nestled against me in her sleep. It wasn’t her conscious self—it was her wolf, seeking the comfort in me. I lowered my lips to her forehead, pressing the gentlest kiss there, and whispered to the part of her that still sought for me.

"I am here. I won’t leave you ever."

Her warmth seeped into me, but with it came the unbearable weight of her pain. My chest tightened, and before I realized it, tears were slipping down my face. Her agony suffocated me as though it were my own.

"I am sorry, Eira," I breathed, my voice breaking, "I should never have let my anger consume me. I should have seen what nature was trying to show me that night. I should have chosen another path. I shouldn’t have left you—left you there to suffer."

My arms tightened around her, desperate to erase even the smallest space between us. Silent tears flowed freely, as no words could ever express the depth of my regret. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

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Rafe’s POV

I entered my room and stood in front of the mirror as I removed my T-shirt, soaked in my own blood. I observed the wound on my shoulder—the mark of her bite. The blood had dried, and it was already healing.

I looked at the red scratches along my neck and cheeks, the proof of her desperate attempt to free herself. The marks were fading, and I cursed my fast-healing abilities. It was her pain and struggle inflicted on me, and I should endure it longer, but...

With a low growl, I tossed the shirt aside and headed into the bath.

Fresh from the shower, I crossed to the drawer chest beside the wardrobe and pulled out a flat box. Inside lay several syringes, each filled with a familiar clear liquid.

Thankful I had this, or it would have been difficult to be close to her, let alone comfort her today.

I pulled out one syringe to inject another shot into my body. My bare arm still had the tiny dots from previous pricks. How ironic. The marks of her biting and scratching were healing, while these small prick dots remained. This drug was meant to hinder my basic instincts of bloodlust, and after the prick, it lingered in my veins.

Just as I finished injecting it, the door of my room opened and someone entered. I had been so lost in my thoughts that my always-alert senses failed to warn me.

"What are you doing?" I heard the cold voice behind me.

Damn. I cursed inwardly but kept my calm.

I didn’t want him to see what I was doing, so I replied without turning. "I just had a shower, so I was taking my time relaxing."

I slipped the syringe back into the box, closed it quickly, and set it on the shelf behind me before turning around. A teasing smirk curled at my lips as if nothing were amiss.

"What are you doing here, Luke? Missed me already?"

Damn, his expressions didn’t falter. He stared at me suspiciously and walked closer. "Yeah, I didn’t want to miss the hot and fresh beauty just out of the shower."

He stood facing me, his expression icy.

Before I could respond, the bastard moved too fast and snatched the syringe box from behind me.

"Lucian—"

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