Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 49

Chapter 49: Rafe’s Memories Of Eira

"You see those small drills fixed in front of you?" I explain casually, as if we were just playing some kids’ game. "This little guy pointing your chest will slowly start drilling the center bone of your chest," and my gaze shifted towards the ones pointed at their knees, "and those two will drill your knees. Slow and steady. You’ll feel every ounce of agonizing pain, especially since the drill is forged from pure silver. Painful, isn’t it?"

"Alpha...."

"Shhh. Let me finish, or you’ll end up dying confused, and we wouldn’t want that, would we?" I said with faux gentleness, like I was scolding a child for interrupting storytime. "Now, as I was saying... once the drill carves through your chest, it won’t stop. It’ll keep move to drill into your liver. That’s when things get really fun. You’ll bleed. You’ll howl. But still, you won’t die."

The two looked at me in horror.

"So now the question is: when and how will you be spared from this pain and die? Right?"

I tilted my head, as if pondering alongside them, then looked up at the sky.

"Do you see them?" I asked.

They hesitantly followed my gaze, eyes squinting upward.

Dozens of scavenger birds—vultures, crows, and bloodthirsty companions—circled above, gliding on the wind as if summoned by death itself.

"My lovely little friends," I said, voice full of false affection. "They’ve got impeccable timing. Always know when meat’s about to turn tender."

I looked back down at them, voice dropping low and deliciously cruel.

"Here’s the best part. They won’t wait for you to die. Oh no, they prefer their meals fresh—alive and screaming. And you know what’s their favorite dish?"

I leaned closer, my grin feral.

"Eyes. They love to dig them out... rip them from the sockets and devour them like a sweet fucking dessert."

The two of them sat frozen, paralyzed by fear, their breathing shallow and erratic as if their souls were ready to leave their bodies even before the fun started.

I pressed the button on the remote in my hand to start the drills that promised nothing but pain. I tossed the remote aside and turned my back as I walked towards the cliff.

"Alpha... please... Alpha, forgive us..."

Their pleas quickly turned into ragged cries, sharp and agonized, piercing through the quiet forest . And then followed by the shrill, greedy cries of the scavenger birds, diving down for their feast.

Standing by the cliff, I smoked a cigarette while listening to their cries, my eyes staring at the violent sea below, blankly.

Once I finished the cigarette, I crushed the bud under my boot, removed my clothes and boots, and dived headfirst into the madness below.

The cold, unforgiving sea swallowed me whole, crashing over my body like a beast claiming its prey. But beneath the surface, silence embraced me. The chaos vanished. No screams. No cries. No blood. Just stillness.

And in that silence, her name echoed through my mind.

Eira.

The water numbed my skin, but that name burned. That face...

My eyes drifted shut, and there she was—her face, the way I saw it six years ago. Untouched. Beautiful. Before the world had broken her.

It was the day we were invited to Lucian’s home for his mother’s birthday celebration. Alice had brought a friend along, a girl none of us knew yet.

But even before I could see her, her scent reached me, sweet, soft, intoxicating.

My head snapped toward her, and there she was— beautiful, innocent, radiating a quiet grace. And somehow, the most tempting thing I had ever laid eyes on. I simply couldn’t look away.

Eira.

Even after she was gone, her name never left my mind.

Starving little bastards.

I glanced at them one last time. I’ll leave their skeletons for someone to find. Would be fun.

Hmm, now I understood why the foul mood.

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