Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 20

Chapter 20: Why Did You Kill Alice

Eira’s POV

"Let me remind you," he said, voice sharper now. "He’s the current Alpha of the Dreadwyn Pack."

Dreadwyn Pack. I had heard of it in the past. They were the enemy of the Stormhowl Pack. But their Alpha? I had never known who he was. I didn’t even remember meeting him.

Roman didn’t stop. "After we killed his brother Keiren... your previous lover... Kaizan became Alpha."

"Keiren?" The name sounded distant, like something caught in fog. My head throbbed as I tried to search through the broken pieces of my memory.

"Still pretending?" Roman sneered. "After sucking him off so nicely back then, you forgot him? Tell me, how many men did you fuck back then while pretending to be innocent in front of us?"

His words hit like a slap.

There was that man—now I remember. He forced me to give him a blowjob, or he threatened to kill Alice while holding her hostage. But how? How did they know it? Only Alice and Sophia knew about that incident. I didn’t know who he was, let alone his name.

So he was from the Dreadwyn Pack.

Roman watched me closely. "Seems like you remember now. Your precious lover. Too bad. We killed him. Want to know what exactly we did with him...?"

"He was not my lover," I said quickly, my voice low, heavy with shame and fear. That memory still haunted me. The humiliation. The helplessness.

Roman’s expression twisted. "So what then? You just went around sucking off any random man?"

There was hurting sarcasm in his voice, as if he had just exposed some dirty secret of mine. And he took my silence as if I was admitting to whatever he was accusing me of.

"I... it’s not..." I tried to speak, but the words caught in my throat.

"Why did you do it, Eira?" he cut in coldly, not giving me a chance to explain. "Why did you betray our pack? Do you have any idea how many people we lost that day? Our family. Our friends. What did he offer you in return to turn your back on us?"

Though I was shaken by his sudden questions, I looked at him, my voice low, my gaze filled with sorrow. "What if I told you I did nothing of that sort? That I was framed?"

He stared at me for a long moment, searching my eyes as though trying to peel away layers of truth. But I could see the disbelief etched across his face.

"And what about Alice?" he asked, his tone sharp. "Weren’t you the one who killed her?"

At the mention of her name, my heart stopped. A sharp, cold pain shot through my chest, making it hard to breathe.

The vivid images of that night flashed before me.

The gun in my hand.Alice falling.Blood pooling beneath her body.Her lifeless eyes staring up at me, still haunted me every night, asking me why did I kill her?

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