Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Ran And Caught

Eira’s POV

"Jenny, you can bring her to the exit hallway. The Alphas will receive her there," Henry’s voice pulled me sharply back to the present.

I watched as he and Paul left the room in haste, probably too impatient to claim the fortune they’d earned by selling me off.

"You’re lucky, you know," Jenny said, still fixated on the screen displaying the winner Alphas. "Not just one, but five rich and powerful Alphas. If I were a she-wolf, I’d throw myself at them. But a mere human like me can only lust after money, and survive this boring life."

While she was lost in her fantasies, I quickly grabbed a tiny syringe filled with a clear drug that had been carelessly left in the tray next to me, and slipped it beneath the hem of my flimsy, knee-length off-white gown, pressing it against my thigh.

Jenny began pushing the wheelchair down the dim, sterile hallway, the so-called exit. The passage was narrow, lit by flickering yellow lights that gave it a hollow, haunted air.

The cold air stung the bare skin of my legs as we neared the end of the hallway. Ahead, I saw the partially opened iron door.

My only way to freedom.

The moment we reached closer to the door, I tightly gripped the syringe in my trembling hand.

"Ah!" I cried out, my voice strained with fabricated agony.

As expected, Jenny stopped and asked, "What happened?"

She sounded worried, but it wasn’t for me. It was about losing money if something happened to me.

"It hurts," I whispered, barely audible, as though I were too weak to even speak. Years of enduring real pain had taught me exactly how to mimic it.

She rushed to the front of the wheelchair, her brows furrowed as she knelt in front of me. "Where? Show me."

"Here," I clutched my stomach, bending forward in pain.

Her hands reached to inspect my stomach. "Move your hands. Let me see."

I obeyed, and in the next heartbeat, I drove the syringe into the side of her neck.

Her body jerked with surprise, eyes going wide. Even I was startled by the strength my hand gathered despite the drug effect and it even hit very precisely.

Jenny let out a strangled gasp, one hand flying to the needle that now hung uselessly from her neck.

"You bitch," Her eyes locked on mine, filled with fury and disbelief. "What the hell did you do to me?"

I met her gaze with a slow, wicked smirk, my vision still hazy but my mind crystal clear. "Just giving you a taste of your own drug. I do hope it works faster on you than it did on me."

"You—"

Before she could finish, I shoved her aside. She toppled backward easily, hitting the cold floor with a dull thud. The drug worked faster and her body would be numb in seconds.

Gathering every ounce of my strength, I rose from the wheelchair and dragged myself to run out of the door.

But my body was sluggish. Numb. The drugs coursing through me were dangerously strong. My limbs ached, my vision swam. Still, I couldn’t give up now.

"I have to do it. I’d rather die than fall into their hands."

’I am not going to them. Not now. Not ever.’

’Maybe there is a deep valley ahead and I just fall and die? Maybe a wild animal who is just angry or hungry? Anything, anyone will do, just make me die.’

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