Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Ghost From The Past

Roman’s POV

Without wasting a second, both men wiped the nonexistent sweat from their brows and led us five to outside the door of that exit hallway.

"How did she escape? Wasn’t she drugged?" the round-bellied one demanded, his facade of composure now gone.

"She was," the other man replied grimly, "but somehow she fought off the effects. She injected Jenny with the same drug and managed to flee."

Meanwhile Lucian entered the door where we could see a woman lying on the floor and there was a syringe as well. He picked it up, brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply.

Lucian, the drug enthusiast. He didn’t just consume them—he created them. His knowledge of chemicals was disturbingly vast, enough to identify a compound with a single sniff.

He smirked, wicked amusement lighting up his eyes. "Seems like our little fox is stronger than we thought. Can’t wait to try some of my new brews on her."

Jason took the syringe next, sniffed it, and whistled low. "Damn. This stuff is potent."

Here we go again, I sighed inwardly, casting a glance at Kael.

But Kael wasn’t with us anymore. He had already made his way outside toward the wired fencing.

"If she’s this heavily drugged, she won’t be able to shift. She can’t have gone far." I heard Kael say.

Blood was splattered along the fence. She had gone through to claw her way out—through thick nails and steel wires—enough to know one thing: she was desperate.

Desperate enough to bleed herself raw just to escape us.

Rafe, who had been quiet all this while, reached out and touched a blood-coated nail with his finger and brought it slowly to his nose.

A moment later, his light brown eyes, that were faintly red, now snapped into full crimson.

We all felt the shift in his energy immediately—like a silent scream ripping through his soul.

He wanted that blood. He craved it.

Damn it!

"Kael," I called for him, but Kael had placed his hand over Rafe’s shoulder, firm and grounding.

"Calm down. First, let’s find her."

Rafe rarely disobeyed him in his sane state and wiped that blood-coated finger off on Kael’s black shirt—the sign that he would control himself, at least for now.

Crossing that flimsy fence took us less than a moment. On the other side, smears of blood painted the forest floor like a breadcrumb trail leading us straight to her. It wouldn’t be long now.

"It reminds me of those old hunting events," Lucian remarked, a gleam of dark excitement in his eyes. "When Alphas used to hunt down she-wolves and claim them as theirs."

That must have hurt.

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