Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43: Moving To Side Home

Roman’s POV

"Don’t worry," Kael said. But we could all see it—the same concern in his eyes that mirrored our own. When it came to the Werewolf Council, even Kael wasn’t at ease.

"When’s the meeting?" I asked.

"Soon." Kael’s gaze shifted to me. "The three of us will go. You and Rafe stay back with her."

I nodded, and Rafe spoke without hesitation. "I’d rather put up with her shitty scent than stare at those disgusting council members’ faces."

Rafe had some personal grudge against the council, and he hated them. Being a half-vampire and half-werewolf, he had to suffer under their strict watch back then. The council’s treatment of hybrids was brutal, inhumane.

Even to this day, we were making sure Rafe stayed in control and not be taken over by his bloodlust, so he wouldn’t face the council’s brutal disciplinary actions, which were no joke.

"What if they insist?" I asked, feeling worried.

After she went through so much torment, I was not ready to agree to put her into any more pain, not even with the council. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Kael’s grip on his spoon tightened until it looked like he might snap it in two. His voice came low, steady, and dangerous through clenched teeth.

"Then we’ll make sure they regret it."

Relief washed through me at those words. No matter how we felt about her, how much we hated her, she was ours now—and we protect what’s ours.

"You can count me in," I told him.

"I wouldn’t mind if we made the council disappear forever," Rafe muttered darkly.

"They’re a constant pain in the ass anyway," Jason added dryly.

Lucian smirked wickedly, and glanced at Rafe. "Little bat, seems like I’ll be the only one ever disciplining you."

"That would be preferable," Rafe replied with a mocking smirk of his own.

I glanced around the table, feeling a strong sense of unity between us once more.

We were on the same page when it came to Eira—and the council. Going against the council wouldn’t be easy, but if the time came...

We’d burn down anything that tried to take her away from us.

Irony.

The girl who everyone of us wished was dead, we were now thinking of protecting her.

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After breakfast, I returned to her room and found the empty plate on the side table—both pancakes gone. She had eaten. I let out a quiet breath of relief.

I picked up the dish and the half-finished glass of water and set them aside.

"The place I told you about is ready," I said gently. "We can go now. You can leave this house."

Something had changed in her. Perhaps letting out all that buried emotion—crying as she ate—had cleared a part of her mind. She didn’t respond with words, but for the first time, she looked at me, in my eyes.

I held her gaze. "No one will bother you there. You’ll have your own space... peace, and quiet. Just like you want."

I couldn’t say if she believed me, but at least she didn’t turn away.

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