Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 171

Chapter 171: Eira’s In Heat- III

Kael’s POV

She had nowhere left to run. Pressed into the corner, trembling, she looked as if she were fighting not only me but the pull of my scent itself.

"Eira," I murmured again, kneeling before her. My hand reached for her, but she flinched away, shrugging off my touch as though my fingers would stain her.

"Don’t..." she warned, her voice ragged.

I drew a slow breath, forcing myself to stay calm. This time I caught her hand and didn’t let go. With one firm pull, I brought her against me. Her small, frail body collided with my chest, and I held her steady, refusing to let her slip away.

That was all it took. My touch, my scent, the closeness she had tried so hard to escape—this was what she needed most, even if she hated herself for needing it.

Her body softened against mine. She buried her face against my neck, inhaling me, clutching my shirt with desperate fingers. Her nails dug into my skin, sharp and sweet, a pain that grounded me even as it inflamed the beast inside me.

I tightened my hold on her, letting her scent wash over me, letting her small frame fill my arms. She felt so fragile, so perfect to hold, both comforting and unbearably tempting.

But how would she take everything I was about to give her? She was weak now, trembling, but I prayed her pureblood lineage would grant her the strength she needed.

Lost in each other’s arms, I felt her tears soak into my shirt. She wanted to fight. She couldn’t. And now she had no choice but to give in to the man she hated most—the only one who could give her what she needed. It must have been a horrible, helpless feeling for her.

"Just this once, let me help you," I whispered, my voice low and hoarse.

She let out a small, broken sob. "...I... hate you..." she breathed, yet she clung tighter to me, her body betraying her, snuggling into the very arms she loathed.

"I know," I said softly. "Just this once. I promise I won’t touch you again unless you want me to."

She didn’t answer. Her sobs continued, her body trembling as desire began to overtake her rationality, tearing down her self-control piece by piece.

Her scent, her touch, her presence—they were fatal to me. And mine was the same to her.

I cupped her face and tilted it toward me. Tears streaked her cheeks, her eyes brimming with utter helplessness.

"You can hate me for the rest of our lives," I murmured. "I won’t mind. All I want is to stop your suffering. And for that..." I leaned in, closing the distance between us until my lips brushed her trembling ones, "...we have to mate tonight."

She closed her eyes and breathed in my scent, her last resistance slipping away as she prepared to surrender the fight.

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