Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58: Drugs, Do You Have Any?

Roman’s POV

After what Kael did today, we were in a merry mood for the first time in a long while. The weight of accepting that bitch Sophia as our mate, in case Kael gave in to her request, had finally been lifted.

From the looks of it, after treating her, Kael might just keep his distance from her—and that would be truly great.

"He doesn’t fancy that bitch. This calls for a celebration," Lucian announced as he stood up from the sofa, his tone dripping with enthusiasm. "And to celebrate it, I am going to cook again for you all. A feast for the gods."

Jason and I exchanged a look. Wasn’t this bastard being overly enthusiastic about cooking these days?

"You’re going to celebrate by cooking?" I asked, arching a brow. "As far as I remember, your way of celebrating always includes drinking and fucking some bitches."

"This celebration calls for my hungry stomach, not my cock," he replied without even turning to look at me.

I turned to Jason. "Let’s help him prepare whatever feast he’s planning."

"You first go and free Rafe. He must be getting irritated by now," Jason suggested.

Just as he said that, Rafe walked back into the drawing room, clearly relieved the old couple had left. "I can’t stand there as her watchdog. You guys do it," he declared.

I pushed myself off the sofa to leave, but Lucian spoke again. "Seems like we five won’t be able to stay together like before. All because of that bitch," he spat. "We just got rid of one from our lives, but this one stays—and who knows for how long."

"There’s no need for any of us to be by her side all the time," Jason said, picking up the tablet from the centre table. "We can see her directly here through the cameras we installed there." He put one small device on the centre table, "Tell that bitch to press the button on it whenever she is in a mood to trouble to us."

I glanced at the tablet screen as Jason switched it to the bedroom feed.

She was still on the couch by the window, but had fallen asleep, resting her side against the backrest. Her legs were bare, exposed as the blanket that had been covering her had slipped halfway down the couch.

I frowned at the sight, only for Jason to comment, "Now you’re going to object to having a camera in the bedroom? You can go fuck her. It’s not the first time we’d be watching you fucking a whore."

"I’m more than willing to let you see how well I fuck her," I shot back with equal mockery. "But for now, I have to go and put that damn blanket on her so she doesn’t freeze in the cold air and fall sick."

With that, I turned to leave.

"Want to join him in fucking the bitch?" I heard Rafe ask Jason.

"I would rather be celibate than fuck her," Jason retorted bitterly as I stepped out of the house.

Somewhere deep down, I knew Jason and Lucian didn’t truly mean it when they claimed they didn’t want to fuck her. They sure did, but their hatred wouldn’t let them admit it.

A bitch in the house, left untouched by us—that would be the greatest wonder. Not like we’ve ever cared who the bitch was before fucking her, and Eira was no different.

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