Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 48

Chapter 48: Rafe’s Way Of Revenge

Rafe’s POV

Once Jason and Lucian left the home to deal with the mess they had created previous night, it was finally my turn for the real fun I had saved from the last night.

Real fun?

Oh yes. The kind of fun that involves two rotting sacks of shit—Luis’s dear friends—the ones who sold Eira to traffickers like she was just another piece of meat.

That day, Luis listed the names of seven bastards who had tormented her in prison. I killed five last night, quick and clean. But these two? No, these two were special. They deserved something memorable before they died.

One of them was as old and crusty as Luis. The other? About to enter a nice, long midlife crisis... if he even made it out of this forest alive.

I reached the place deep within the forest, a perfect circular patch of grassy land surrounded by thick woods. Except for one side that ended in a jagged cliff overlooking the raging sea below.

My favorite place to be alone, to rest. I often leapt off that cliff into the violent waters, letting the sea drag me under until I couldn’t breathe, until my mind quieted enough to crawl back out.

But today wasn’t for peace.

In the center of that circular place, two figures were tied to two chairs. Both of them were locked at every joint in their body so it was impossible to move—except for moving their heads a little and running their mouths to speak, and later, scream.

"Why are you doing this to us, Alpha Rafe?" one of them whimpered, his voice cracking as he tried to struggle against the restraints.

"I don’t remember ever offending you," the other one blurted, voice trembling. "Please, tell us what we did—we’ll make up for it in every way possible."

I let out a breathless chuckle, stepping into their view with deliberate calm. My smile was pleasant, but my eyes were purely wicked.

"That’s exactly why I brought you here," I tilting my head with mock sympathy. "So you can make up for your sins in every way possible."

"But what did we even do?" the older one asked, desperate confusion splashed all over his face.

"Finally, a decent question from those rotting brains." I took slow, measured steps toward them, letting my boots crush the grass beneath me as I met their terrified gazes. "Remember the prisoner from Six years back. A young girl you drugged and fucked without a mercy and even dared sold her to the traffickers like she was livestock."

Of course they remembered. It’s not every day rats gets to fuck a bitch in prison and even sell her.

"Alpha, that bitch?" one of them dared to say. "She betrayed the pack. We were just punishing a traitor for what she did."

I laughed—cold, sharp, unamused. I crouched in front of him, close enough for him to see death in my eyes.

"And who the fuck gave you that right?" My voice dropped, jaw clenched, my cold gaze piercing into his scared ones. "Who do you think you are? A pair of lowly wolves with shit for brains, worse than even stray dogs. You dare take things into your hands? Did you think your Alphas were dead already?"

"No, Alpha," the other one stammered, panicking. "Luis told us that Alpha Kael left it to him to punish her, and he didn’t want to see her. We did it to avenge Alpha Kael as well."

"Avenge?" I snorted, slowly standing up, looming over him like a shadow. "Do you really think Kael needs bottom-feeding trash like you to avenge him? You’re not even worth being crushed under his fucking boots."

For once, they had nothing to say. Because they knew exactly the crime they had committed.

"Everyone who ever touched her, or even watched her getting fucked, have already kissed their lives goodbye. Only you two are left." My voice dropped in deadly whisper, "Don’t worry, soon enough, you’ll be keeping them company in hell."

"Alpha, please—have mercy," one of them whimpered. "We didn’t know any better. We made a mistake, just a mistake—"

"A mistake, huh?" I tilted my head slowly, eyes glinting with mockery. "You want to know the worst mistake you made?"

"There are millions of women in this world you could’ve fucked," I said, voice darkening with every word, "but out of all, you two had to lay your filthy hands on her?"

"Forgive?" I raised a brow, amused. "Look at that. So you do know how to beg." I crouched in front of them, my face inches from theirs. My voice turned colder. "She must’ve begged too, didn’t she? Screamed. Cried. But did you listen to her?"

"She must have been in pain. Trembling. Pleading. And what did you do?" I growled through my gritted teeth as imagined how she must have suffered. "You enjoyed it, didn’t you? Her pain was your fun."

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