Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32: What Proof Do You Have?

Roman’s POV

"Tarantula bites," Liam informed me as I stared at the wounds. "They’re all over her body."

My fists clenched. We all knew how terrified she was of spiders, and yet...

No wonder she had lost her mind. No wonder she was terrified of even the air around her.

My gaze shifted to her bandaged toes, and I understood what that meant.

I knew all too well how brutal Jason’s torture methods could be. For someone as fragile as her, it must have broken her completely. Her spirit... shattered.

I exhaled slowly through my mouth, trying to calm the tight, suffocating pressure in my chest. It felt like I couldn’t breathe. Tears burned at the corners of my eyes, but I forced them back.

"Roman, you can chill. She’s fine," I heard Lucian say casually.

"Don’t fall for her pity act like in the past," Jason added.

These two assholes were beyond redemption. I didn’t look at them, didn’t respond. I acted as if I hadn’t heard a damn thing.

Wordlessly, I released her hand from the cuff and gently held her wrist. It was hurt, bleeding, so delicate—just a thin layer of skin stretched over bone. A little pressure and it would snap.

"Let me treat it," Liam said softly.

I moved aside to give him room but didn’t leave her side. I couldn’t.

Liam carefully cleaned the wound, applied ointment, and wrapped it with fresh gauze.

"Let me treat yours as well," he said, eyeing the bite mark on my arm.

"No need," I replied, grabbing a piece of cotton from his kit and pressing it against my own wound to stop the bleeding. Compared to hers, mine was nothing.

Liam didn’t insist. I looked at him and asked, "What do we do about her now?"

He looked troubled, deeply so. "Her physical wounds can be taken care of," he said, "but her psychological state... I can’t say anything for certain yet. I’ll speak with a psychologist friend and start her treatment. She’s been through a lot. I fear something far worse may have happened. Her wounds... they’re still not healing."

I looked at him, the words barely leaving my throat. "Do you mean her healing ability... her wolf..."

He gave a silent nod. "But we have to wait to be certain. Maybe, with proper care, the worst can still be avoided—if it’s not already too late."

A sigh escaped me as I turned my gaze back to her. There were faint traces of blood around her lips and chin—my blood. I picked up the cotton and gently wiped it away.

"It’s time we have a serious conversation about her," Liam said, his voice heavy as he glanced at the others. "All of you."

None of us took his request lightly. The weight in his tone was too real to ignore.

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