Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 156

Chapter 156: Eira’s Revenge

Rafe’s POV

Like an obedient student, she followed my instructions and held the tool in perfect grip.

"Now it’s up to you whether you want him to die in a moment or suffer for as long as you wish," I told her as I stepped back, giving her space to tell her she held the sovereignty over this place and over her own decision, that no one’s gonna meddle in.

When I thought she was going to stab him again, she didn’t. Instead, she knelt on the ground and picked up the tape which had fallen after I uncovered his mouth.

She looked at him, while another wave of terror flashed in his tear-filled eyes. "Please...don’t kill me...I have a family...wife..kids...waiting for me..."

Unflinching, unblinking, she slapped that tape over his mouth to shut him.

Either she didn’t want to hear his annoying scream and wanted to make him suffer more while not being able to even make a sound, or she was taking revenge for when they must have shut her mouth as well.

These bastards had killed all the emotions inside her to make her feel any. She was dead inside enough to want her own child to die as this world wasn’t worth living, so why would she bother with someone else’s kids?

She didn’t move her gaze away from his face, cold and calm. Once more she stabbed that tool in his body, this time straight in his stomach, perfect and precise.

’She is going to make a perfect student of mine,’ I grinned with pride.

His muffled groans filled the chamber, harsh and broken, while she smoothly pulled the blade free and poised it to strike again.

For the first time, I felt a flicker of wariness. Not because she was taking her revenge, but because of how she was doing it.

This woman, who had been sobbing like a fragile weakling only an hour ago, now radiated a dangerous calm. No theatrics. No rage. Only silence and cold precision. It was more dangerous than being loud.

They say every person has a devil inside them. Some surfaced often, while some stayed hidden. And I could see that hidden devil inside her surfacing at the chance she got to experience it.

She stabbed him again while I turned to the table behind me and picked up a sharp knife from it. I went to her as she was going to stab him again.

"Use this instead," I said, offering her a knife. "Perfect for a precise, deep cut."

She accepted it without hesitation, and I took back the bloodied tool from her hand. I turned toward the table to set it down—only to feel a sudden rush of movement behind me.

Spinning around, I froze.

She was on him. The knife drove into his body again and again, each strike swift, merciless, frenzied. She stabbed anywhere she could reach, carefully avoiding the places I had told her would kill too quickly.

For a moment, she looked less like a woman and more like some pale, blood-soaked specter, a ghost of vengeance that could not be stopped. Blood sprayed across her face, streaked down her arms, but she didn’t falter. Each stab was the release of years of pain, of humiliation, of anger she had buried until now.

She wasn’t thinking. She wasn’t even there. The frenzy consumed her, her mind lost, her body acting on pure instinct as if the man before her was nothing more than meat beneath her blade.

I am sure she didn’t even realise what she was doing as she stabbed his heart multiple times again and again, and he was already dead, but she continued.

I didn’t move. I only watched her. I understood her in a way the others couldn’t.

I had once been her.

Kael had given me the same chance—years ago, when rage and shame had nearly drowned me. He had put my tormentors in front of me, let me cut them apart piece by piece until my hatred was spent. He knew the world had branded me an abomination, the son of a pure-blood she-wolf and a pure-blood vampire. The werewolf world despised Vampires deeply.

But Kael had accepted me. His father, too, had welcomed me, telling me I was no abomination, but a living being with the right to exist. Under Kael’s name, no one dared touch me. And when I grew older and stronger, my own power became undeniable, none dared even whisper against me.

Her stabbing grew slower, her strength faltering, exhaustion weighing down her movements until her arm trembled with the effort.

At last, I stepped forward. I caught her wrist before she could strike the corpse again."He is dead," I told her softly. "You can stop now. He suffered what you wanted him to."

Her breaths came ragged and uneven, her bloodshot eyes locked on the lifeless body. Her hand shook violently as the knife slipped from her grasp. I caught it before it fell.

She stumbled back, but her knees gave way, and I caught her in time. She was utterly drained—not only from the countless times she had driven the blade into him, but because her anger had consumed everything she had left to give.

I guided her back a step and eased her into the chair. "Breathe. Try to calm yourself," I told her gently.

Her entire body trembled, shuddering with the aftermath of everything she had unleashed, her mind too clouded to form words. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

I knelt before her, meeting her pale, drained face. "Are you feeling better now?"

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