Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79: Using Her Power

Kael’s POV

We carried Lucian upstairs to his room and laid him gently on the bed before covering his bare body with the sheets. Downstairs, the estate was still in chaos. I had already called Liam, ordering him to get here immediately.

His voice crackled through the receiver. "I’m already here. When you two bolted like your asses were on fire, I figured something happened and came straight over."

"Good to know your old age hasn’t completely rotted your brain," I said, then ended the call.

Roman entered the room a moment later—but he wasn’t alone.

That bitch was in his arms.

Before Rafe or I could speak, Roman strode toward the bed. "I didn’t know what to do with her or where to keep her," he said, his voice tight, "and the entire house is a disaster."

Without further discussion, he placed her beside Lucian on the massive king-size bed. She looked small, almost swallowed by the mattress, lying in the narrow space Lucian had left for her.

I didn’t comment, while Rafe left the room.

"Liam is already here," I informed Roman.

He hummed.

Liam was already at the door, along with Jason.

"I told the commando leader what to do," Jason said.

His meaning was clear—he had done his part as security in-charge in Lucian’s absence, and now he was going to stay by his brother’s side until he woke up. Even the heavens wouldn’t shake him from here.

Liam followed him inside as well, while Jason glared at the woman lying in the bed.

"What the hell is this bitch doing here?" Jason asked angrily.

"I’m sure you would prefer to place her on the shards of glass scattered across the home, if not here," Liam said as he walked toward the bed.

"Not sure about her, but you would be buried with those shards if you keep running your mouth," Jason warned him, then focused on Lucian, checking the non-existent wound on his chest.

"You can do that after I’m done examining your brother," Liam replied evenly, unfazed by the threat. "And for that, I need some space."

Liam just glanced at Eira. She didn’t look hurt, so he preferred to check on Lucian, as there was blood across his chest—which was almost dried now.

Or more, even in this situation he had showed his care and loyalty to that bitch, he would pay for it.

Jason stepped aside while Liam sat at the edge of the bed.

He checked Lucian’s pulse and examined him. "He’s fine," Liam said finally, "just in a deep sleep. But... where’s the wound?" His brow furrowed. "There’s nothing here. Not a single scratch. If not for the dried blood, I’d swear he was never hurt."

"The wound’s already healed," Roman told him. "He was shot with a silver bullet." He reached into his pocket and produced the bullet, handing it to Liam. "I picked it up from the ground where he fell."

Liam examined the bullet, now covered with traces of dried blood. "Are you sure this is the one he was shot with?"

"Yes," Roman said. "It came out of his body when she healed him."

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