Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30: To The Prison She Was Locked In

Kael’s POV

I climbed onto the bed and pinned both of her hands above her head, one hand still pressed firmly over her mouth. Her legs kicked out wildly, but I trapped them between my thighs, locking her in place.

"Keep quiet," I warned her.

But the madwoman didn’t seem to understand. She kept struggling, eyes wide with panic, until her strength finally gave out. Her body went limp as she slipped back into unconsciousness.

Annoyed, I released her and got off the bed. But before leaving, I made sure to secure one of her wrists with a cuff attached to the headboard. I wasn’t about to let her run off screaming like a lunatic again.

She’s quiet now. No need to call Liam, I thought and walked out of the room without looking back.

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In the evening, one of the security in-charges, Carl—who worked under Lucian—came to update me on the situation.

"Alpha," he began, standing tall, "Alpha, there’s indeed some movement from the Dreadwyn pack, and their Alpha’s frequent visits to our pack under the guise of business seem suspicious..."

Carl continued to explain. "Alpha Lucian had told me to keep watch on them the previous day, and our spies are always keeping an eye on them. We even have some internal news about them. Alpha Kaizan met the Alpha of the SilverFang pack as well. The exact reason—we are yet to find out..."

The conclusion of all that talk was that he needed to discuss more with Lucian, his commanding superior.

By that time, Rafe had returned home from the work given to him.

"You can free them," I told him curtly.

Rafe glanced at the ancient looking watch on his wrist and scoffed. "Tsk. It’s barely been twelve hours. Not even a full day."

"Just do as I say," I replied, my voice cold and final.

Twelve hours were more than enough. I needed them back—Lucian and Jason were the pillars of our security operations. Every hour without them risked exposure we couldn’t afford.

Rafe left without protest, though the grin on his face said it all. He would drag it out, maybe torment them a little longer before unlocking those chains. That bastard never missed a chance to play his twisted games.

Whatever!

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Lucian’s POV

The bastard had returned, and it felt like an eternity since he had locked us here.

Jason and I were lying flat on our bellies on the floor, our bodies exhausted from the hellish pain coursing through us. The relief would only come once we shifted back to our human forms. Every single muscle and bone in our bodies hurt from being unable to shift back.

The heavy door creaked open, and in stepped the grinning bastard.

"Kael asked me to free you two half an hour ago, but I thought to take a stroll around the estate so I am late," he announced casually, "That felt so refreshing."

Then should we thank you for that, you fucker? I cursed silently. Just get these damn chains off already

He took his sweet time, dragging out the process like some used-up, smug bitch, unlocking one cuff at a time, slow and deliberate.

Once we were finally free, Jason and I shifted back to our human forms. The transition itself was agony—our bodies aching from the prolonged shift lock, muscles torn from tension, bones aching from compression. By the time we were done, we lay on the floor in a pool of sweat, our naked forms trembling from the pain.

The bastard knelt beside me, resting one knee on the floor, his smirk taunting me.

"So," he said mockingly, "which one hurt more—her torment or yours?"

Through clenched teeth, I hissed, "You’ll find out when I lock you in the chains I’ve made just for you. Just wait. I’ll fuck the shit out of you."

He chuckled and patted my cheek. "Be a good pup and get up. Save your fantasies for when you’re not half-dead."

I grabbed his wrist in a flash, yanked him close, and wrapped my other hand around his throat. My icy grip burned against his smugness.

"Even weak like this," I growled, "I can still make good on my promise. Want to test that?"

"Only if you let me drain every drop of your blood before I bury you," he whispered back, leaning in even closer, his voice thick with provocation. "What do you say?"

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