Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93: Don’t Kill My Child

Roman’s POV

"Don’t." A fragile voice trembled through the air, and we turned to see her standing there, small and scared.

Eira.

She was awake. She must have heard us speaking about her child.

"Please... don’t kill my child." Her voice cracked, eyes glistening with tears, her expression pleading. "He is innocent. You can kill me if you want, but please... leave him."

Lucian’s eyes narrowed as he turned to her. "Then tell me who your mate is. Where is he?"

"He is dead," she whispered, voice trembling. "All I had was his child. He didn’t even know I birthed his child. The child is only mine. Please... don’t kill him."

"Yeah, lie all you want." Lucian’s voice was cold, cutting. "Just wait until I drag your mate here with your kid and kill them right in front of you." His control had slipped entirely.

Eira sank to her knees as if it was the end for her, sobs shaking her frail frame. She pressed her hands together, begging, but there was nothing else she could do.

"Begging won’t work on us, so you better save it when you see them dead," Lucian spat out. "You whore, you enjoyed with your mate, had a son with him while you had taken away everything from us. You are truly vicious."

"No...I didn’t...." she sobbed loudly, words barely came out.

Liam moved quickly, kneeling beside her. "Eira, he is just angry. He doesn’t mean it," he said softly.

Her tear-streaked eyes snapped to him, burning with betrayal. The helpless woman now looked utterly angry as she raised her voice. "You told them. You said you won’t. You betrayed me as well, you bastard. I should have never trusted you. You all are the same. The monsters."

"Eira..." Liam started, but she pushed his hand away, her anger spilling over.

"Just go away!" she shouted hysterically.

Then her gaze swept over us, eyes red, brimming with hatred. "Go ahead—kill everyone, you fucking bastards. And I will pray you all get a gruesome death, rotting alive while you suffer, but you won’t die. You bastards don’t even deserve to die. Assholes! I regret... I regret the day I met you... You monsters..."

"You regret it?" Lucian’s voice was low, dangerous, laced with menace, as he stepped toward her.

"Lucian," we called, but he ignored us, his attention fixed on her.

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