Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7: The Last Chance

Eira’s POV

Faint sounds stirred me from the depths of unconsciousness. Pain coursed through every inch of my body—it felt as though I had been trampled by a vehicle, leaving only broken pieces behind.

My eyes fluttered open, struggling against the sharp sting of light that streamed in through the tall glass windows. Above me stretched an unfamiliar white ceiling, pristine and sterile. The brightness was overwhelming. My body flinched from it—not because of the light itself, but because I had forgotten what light looked like.

I had spent years locked in darkness. Rooms without windows. Air heavy with filth and fear. Pain, commands, bruises—nothing else. My mind, my soul, my very instincts had adapted to only one truth: darkness was home.

And now, this sudden flood of sunlight, this crisp, untouched air... For one foolish, fleeting moment, I wondered:

’Is this heaven? Did I finally die?’

But the illusion shattered too soon.

"Are you awake, miss?"

’Please let that be an angel. If it’s not, I swear I’m going to be badly disappointed.’

I turned my head toward the voice. A woman in nurse’s scrubs stood beside the bed, her expression soft, a gentle smile curving her lips.

"Good to see you’re awake. I’ll call the doctor."

Before I could gather a single word, she had already turned and left.

The sterile scent, the beeping machines, the IV drip—it all sank in. I wasn’t in heaven. I was in a hospital.

Reality returned like a slap.

I closed my eyes again, frustration clawing at my chest.’Why didn’t they kill me when they had the chance?’’How am I supposed to die now?’ My eyes drifted toward the window.’What floor am I on? Can I jump from here...?’

The door creaked open. I turned my head slowly as footsteps entered the room—the nurse again, but this time accompanied by a man.

I looked at him, only to meet with another familiar face from the past- Doctor Liam Vaughn.

"How are you feeling, Eira?" he asked, his gaze settling on me, calm and steady.

Eira.

The name echoed inside my skull like a forgotten melody.

It had been so long since I’d heard it that it no longer felt like mine. As if he were calling someone else—someone I used to be, but wasn’t anymore.

He flipped through the patient chart the nurse had handed him, and without waiting for my response, he began examining me.

"Your injuries are severe," he said in a calm, clinical tone. "Though you’re a pureblood, the concentration of powerful drugs in your system has delayed your natural healing. We’ve managed to drain most of it, but recovery will still take time...."

He continued to talk which didn’t interest me as what happened with me and my body was not a concern to me.

Instead, my mind drifted to the past memories with this man from seven years back.

Seven years ago, when I was fifteen, my grandparents and I had come to the StormHowl Pack to start a new life. Everything had felt foreign and uncertain. Liam was the first person my grandfather introduced me to. They were friends, though Liam was much younger.

He’d fascinated me because he was a doctor, and I’d once dreamed of becoming one too. I followed him around with endless questions, curious about everything from anatomy to medical school. He never once seemed irritated. In fact, he taught me patiently.

Back then, he’d been my favorite person. And he was fond of me as well.

But now... perhaps he hated me like everyone else did.

"Eira?" he called, noticing I was lost somewhere.

My eyes refocused on him, and it reminded me of something which I had been wanting to know for the past six years, but never found the courage to ask.

What happened to my grandparents?

After my imprisonment, they had never come to visit me. Not once. As if I had been erased from their lives, or them from mine.

"You have two fractured ribs," Liam continued, resuming his role with detached professionalism. "One came dangerously close to puncturing your right lung. You’ll need to avoid any activity that could strain your breathing. That means complete rest for a few days. I’ll prescribe something to support your healing."

Alice.

I let out a silent, bitter laugh. What good is that? Born rare, only to be reduced to this?

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