Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 29

Chapter 29: Eira’s Scream

Lucian’s POV

We arrived at the underground punishment zone at the far corner of the estate. Inside, the place was lit with numerous lights. It had all kinds of different painful punishments meant for werewolves. Every inch of it screamed pain.

Unfortunately, we were the ones who designed this place.

And even more unfortunate—we were also its most frequent guests.

Jason and I made our way toward the chamber designated for our punishment. Rafe walked ahead, and as he opened the door, he glanced back with a wicked grin stretched across his face. The bastard looked far too eager.

The chamber was vast, painted in dark tones that swallowed light. Only a few dim fixtures hung along the walls, casting a dull glow that barely illuminated the space. One side of the room was lined with silver chains, each ending in large, heavy cuffs designed to hold even the strongest wolves.

Jason and I silently removed our clothes and shoes, preparing to shift.

Rafe ran his fingers along the chains like he was touching something precious, "Ready?"

Without answering, both of us shifted.

My wolf was huge, masculine, with a thick coat of molten bronze fur that looked like liquid metal poured from a divine forge. His tail was thick and heavy, his posture commanding, and his emotionless eyes gleamed with unshakable focus. There was no elegance in his form—only raw, grounded masculinity. The kind of wolf others didn’t dare challenge.

He didn’t shine to be admired. He shined to warn.

Jason’s wolf was midnight blue—a pale, glacial blue threaded with shades of silver and icy indigo, like the midnight sky without stars. The rare kind, and almost unreal. Just like mine, he was masculine and strong—at the same time, silent, cold, and lethal.

He wasn’t the kind of wolf you fought to win. He was the kind you fought because you were too stupid to run.

Rafe turned to us. "Get here already. I don’t have an entire day to wait."

Our wolves growled at him but did as he said. The asshole, with so much delight, started to put those big, heavy silver cuffs on our huge paws, one by one.

Simply touching the silver wouldn’t cause any harm, but these cuffs were magical—crafted to give pain. The moment they wrapped around securely and touched our fur coated skin, hell burned inside our bodies.

"You two seem to be enjoying it," the bastard commented once he secured our paws, then headed to get the ones to fix around our necks.

Damn. That part was the worst.

The moment the enchanted metal locked around our throats, it felt like we were being choked by flames. It didn’t kill, but it made you wish it would.

After securing the final pieces, he stepped back with a look of smug satisfaction. "Beautiful. Let me get a picture. A precious memory for us."

He pulled out his cellphone and casually snapped a photo of us in our shackled wolf forms.

We growled, low and vicious, but the next surge of pain from the chains silenced us. If we weren’t bound, we would’ve torn him apart, limb by limb.

He chuckled, slipping the phone back into his pocket. "See you when it’s time to set you free. Though I can’t promise I’ll show up on time."

In that moment, my mind flooded with every curse I could summon.

’One day, I would fuck the shit out of this smug asshole. I’d make sure of it.’

Before leaving, he turned back one last time, amusement still dancing in his eyes.

"When I return, let me know which pain is more brutal—the one you gave that bitch last night, or the one these chains are going to give you."

Fuck off.

Both of us growled in unison within our minds, glaring at his retreating back as the door slammed shut behind him.

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Kael’s POV

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