Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 78

Chapter 78: Eira Saved Him

Rafe’s POV

Like Roman, I was furious at that bitch. If not for the need to protect my brothers, I would have gone to her and snapped her head from her shoulders without a second thought. Lucian was down, and Roman was already shaken with the fear of losing him. At least one of us had to keep our head—because if we all lost control, we’d all end up dead.

I wished it had been me instead of Lucian. I could die for my brothers without hesitation—but not before making sure they were safe first.

I caught sight of Roman shoving that bitch away from Lucian. Damn whore, daring to go near him after being the reason for his blood spilling onto this ground. If Lucian died... I would drain every drop of her filthy blood myself.

I might have liked her once, long ago. But my brothers were everything. They came before any woman—before anyone. I would sacrifice hundreds like her without blinking if it meant saving them.

Enemy movement caught my eye. More were coming. I moved quickly, tossing two heavy protective barriers in front of Roman and Lucian, shielding them from the direct line of gunfire.

I advanced toward them, firing as I went, using the barriers as cover until I reached their position. Ducking behind one, I looked at Roman.

"We need to wipe them out now and get Lucian to the hospital—or call Liam here," I said sharply.

Roman gave a short nod, picking up a torn piece of Lucian’s shirt from the ground. He pressed it hard against the wound before moving beside me. Together, we fired into the fray, taking down every bastard in our sights.

"How is he?" I asked, my voice low but my heart clenched like a fist.

"Barely breathing," Roman growled and gritted his teeth, "I’m going to kill that bitch."

"I’m with you," I said, channeling my rage into every bullet I sent into our enemies.

Then a faint sound broke through the chaos.

"...Alice... don’t leave me..."

I turned sharply.

That bitch was back at Lucian’s side, her trembling hands cupping his face.

"...Open your eyes... look at me..." she whispered.

But Lucian’s eyelids didn’t so much as flicker. His breathing was shallow, his face pale.

And for the first time in years, I felt the cold bite of fear sink into my bones.

"I wish I could kick her away from him," Roman muttered, hatefully. We both knew we couldn’t move from our positions now to do it.

"...You’re not breathing..." she murmured, and my heart skipped a beat.

Have we lost him?

Roman must have been thinking the same thing. Our gazes flicked toward her even as our guns continued firing into the chaos.

"Don’t die..." She moved her trembling hands to Lucian’s chest, pressing them over the cloth that covered his wound. "...Stop bleeding... don’t die..."

At least, for once, she was doing something that needed to be done—crying, begging, willing him to live.

"I can’t feel your heart beating... Alice..." her voice broke into sobs. "...You can’t leave me... I won’t let you..."

Half my focus stayed on the advancing enemies, half on her desperate blabbering. Then something made me turn fully toward her.

Her eyes were squeezed shut, her body shaking. Both hands pressed hard against Lucian’s chest as if she could force life back into him, her sobs tearing from her throat.

But then... something happened that made my breath catch.

"Roman!" I called.

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