Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 34

Chapter 34: Possesive Kael

Roman POV

"Weren’t you the one nearly crying for her a while ago? And now you want her gone?" Jason commented sarcastically.

I met their stunned gazes. "I don’t want her to be tortured anymore. If leaving is what’s best for her, then let her go. She doesn’t deserve to be tormented like this."

"So suddenly full of pity, huh?" Lucian sneered. "You were right that day—you’re not the one who lost a sister, a mother, or a child. So of course it doesn’t matter to you what she did to us."

"You’re right," I said coldly. "It doesn’t matter to me. But what the fuck are you all doing? Is she the first criminal our pack—or any pack—has ever had? We’ve dealt with traitors before. Every one of them was given a quick death after some torture of probably a day or two. Not one was left to rot and suffer like her. Not for six goddamn years."

"Criminals are meant to be kept in prison," Jason spat. "That’s what prison is for. She’s not the only one to be sentenced to life."

"Prison? Really?" I stood from my seat, walked to the file I’d dropped earlier when we’d all rushed to Eira’s room, and hurled it at Lucian. "Check that. She hasn’t been in any damn prison for the past six years. She was sold to traffickers six years ago—and no one even knew. You two"—I pointed at Lucian and Jason—"aren’t you the ones in charge of security? How the fuck do you handle things in this pack? Are you even reliable?"

Jason’s expression darkened as he opened the file and began to scan its contents, while Lucian snarled, "I don’t care if that bitch suffered. But who the hell had the balls to sell a pack’s prisoner to traffickers behind our backs? Who’s asking to die now?"

"The one responsible is sitting right in front of us," I said, my gaze locking on Kael.

Kael met my eyes with a cold, unreadable look, but I didn’t flinch.

"It’s because our Alpha Kael told the prison in charge that he didn’t want to be bothered with her ever again, and they could do whatever they want."

Kael remained quiet, as if he had nothing to say in his defence.

Back then the loss of his family, child, friends, broke him beyond the limit that he went on killing spree in the enemy pack. Every day, all he craved for was blood, then what could be expected from a Alpha in hellish anger.

"Who would want to see her after what she did?" Lucian snapped. "We spared her life because she was a minor. That was mercy enough."

"Mercy?" That word felt like a sin now. "Do you know what that so-called mercy did to her? She became the personal fucking toy of the entire prison security force for a whole goddamn month before they sold her to traffickers. That’s what you call mercy? She was a fucking minor. Drugged. Abused. Raped."

Silence fell again. In that moment, all I could imagine was her innocent, young and bright face from the past. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

I drew a shaky breath, trying to calm the storm boiling inside me. "Can any of you imagine what must have happened to her, every single day and night, for the past six years? Yes, she was a criminal. But there’s a way to punish someone. We should’ve just killed her back then."

My voice trembled. My chest felt tight. My eyes stung with unshed tears.

"There’s not a single part of her body without bruises. She’s a pureblood werewolf—her body should have healed. But it didn’t. And have you ever wondered why?"

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