Sold To The Alphas I Hate Chapter 152: Drugs

Kael’s POV

I ca to Roman’s room without waiting even a mont after I inford him. I wanted to be by her side.

I was used to being in my own room only, but in her state, I didn’t find it right to move her and disturb her sleep.

When she was awake, she couldn’t let be close or even comfort her. And the weight of regret was so heavy on that I had no face to even offer her comfort. All I could do was be with her when she was not awake. I knew well what my presence caused her, my presence by her side itself was enough to comfort her.

I lay in the bed, my movents careful. Turning on my side, I looked at her. She looked utterly exhausted, pale and distressed even in her deep sleep.

Her blood soaked clothes were changed to fresh ones, and her face had been cleaned as it had Rafe’s blood sared to it.

Slowly, I pulled her into my arms. Just as always, she instinctively nestled against in her sleep. It wasn’t her conscious self—it was her wolf, seeking the comfort in . I lowered my lips to her forehead, pressing the gentlest kiss there, and whispered to the part of her that still sought for .

"I am here. I won’t leave you ever."

Her warmth seeped into , but with it ca the unbearable weight of her pain. My chest tightened, and before I realized it, tears were slipping down my face. Her agony suffocated as though it were my own.

"I am sorry, Eira," I breathed, my voice breaking, "I should never have let my anger consu . I should have seen what nature was trying to show that night. I should have chosen another path. I shouldn’t have left you—left you there to suffer."

My arms tightened around her, desperate to erase even the smallest space between us. Silent tears flowed freely, as no words could ever express the depth of my regret.

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Rafe’s POV

I entered my room and stood in front of the mirror as I removed my T-shirt, soaked in my own blood. I observed the wound on my shoulder—the mark of her bite. The blood had dried, and it was already healing.

I looked at the red scratches along my neck and cheeks, the proof of her desperate attempt to free herself. The marks were fading, and I cursed my fast-healing abilities. It was her pain and struggle inflicted on , and I should endure it longer, but...

With a low growl, I tossed the shirt aside and headed into the bath.

Fresh from the shower, I crossed to the drawer chest beside the wardrobe and pulled out a flat box. Inside lay several syringes, each filled with a familiar clear liquid.

Thankful I had this, or it would have been difficult to be close to her, let alone comfort her today.

I pulled out one syringe to inject another shot into my body. My bare arm still had the tiny dots from previous pricks. How ironic. The marks of her biting and scratching were healing, while these small prick dots remained. This drug was ant to hinder my basic instincts of bloodlust, and after the prick, it lingered in my veins.

Just as I finished injecting it, the door of my room opened and soone entered. I had been so lost in my thoughts that my always-alert senses failed to warn .

"What are you doing?" I heard the cold voice behind .

Damn. I cursed inwardly but kept my calm.

I didn’t want him to see what I was doing, so I replied without turning. "I just had a shower, so I was taking my ti relaxing."

I slipped the syringe back into the box, closed it quickly, and set it on the shelf behind before turning around. A teasing smirk curled at my lips as if nothing were amiss.

"What are you doing here, Luke? Missed already?"

Damn, his expressions didn’t falter. He stared at suspiciously and walked closer. "Yeah, I didn’t want to miss the hot and fresh beauty just out of the shower."

He stood facing , his expression icy.

Before I could respond, the bastard moved too fast and snatched the syringe box from behind .

"Lucian—"

"What’s this?" he cut off as he showed the box and stepped back.

I knew I was caught, so there was no need to make fake excuses. "It’s what it is."

He opened the flat box, and his expression turned grave. The box had tiny compartnts to keep ten syringes, five on each side.

"Out of ten, three are gone," he said through gritted teeth and looked at with a cold stare, as if he wanted to beat alive. "Since when?"

I sighed. "Just a while ago. I needed it."

In response, both his hands clutched the tal box in a tight grip, and the next mont, it was left in no shape at all. The syringes inside were crushed entirely.

"And now, you have none?" he snarled.

I let out an irritated sigh. "You know that I need it. Or do you want to go crazy and hurt others—hurt her? I can’t stay around her without that drug."

"I should have listened to my instincts when I questioned how you could be around her with so much ease," he spat out and strangled my neck in a powerful grip. He was dead serious, his eyes bloodshot. "Don’t you know it can kill you?"

"I know really well, but I don’t mind," I told him quietly, not even trying to resist. "Living a short life is better than living a long life as a monster. I’d rather die than hurt soone. Or worse, hurt her. I don’t want to end like my father."

His expression finally relaxed a little. "You won’t. We will find a way." He removed his hand from my neck and then settled it on my shoulder. "Rafe, I know you’re worried about hurting her, but she is going to be our mate. So try to get used to her scent rather than letting it overpower you. I promise, sooner or later I will find a way. You are not allowed to even think about dying. None of us five are allowed to. She needs us."

I could understand his feelings, as I felt the sa towards my brother. But I had my own weaknesses, as I was a Vampire as well. There was a reason why Vampires are hated in this world, but my brothers had been protecting from others for a long ti.

I was worried about letting them down one day if my instincts truly took over . I wished I wasn’t a Vampire but rather just a werewolf—or even a lowly human.

"I will try to," I assured him for now, but deep down, I knew I would end up disappointing him sooner or later.

"I will ask Caston to get a girl for you," he told , already ready to pull a cellphone from his pocket.

But I stopped him. "Don’t! I don’t want to."

He looked at . "You need to have blood and..."

"You just said she will be our mate soon," I told him, and asked, "Would you go to soone else when she is right here?"

Of course, the answer was no. Though we must have been bastards to fuck whores before, now she was back, and we only wanted her. There was no place for even looking at another woman, let alone touching her.

Lucian didn’t insist. "Promise you will be alright and won’t take any drugs."

"I won’t," I assured him. The one I had just now would last to keep in control for a few days at least. Later, I would see what to do.

He tossed the crushed syringe box in the trash can and said, "And I am going to kill the bastard who even dared provide you with these drugs."

I could only sigh. These were illegal drugs, banned under strict regulations, as they had the worst effects and caused deaths. Lucian was the one to make these decisions. As a drug expert, he was aware of all kinds of them.

At the sa ti, as the security in charge, it was a slap to Lucian that soone was breaking the rules under his watch. I was sure whoever was doing it wouldn’t be alive for long now.

And how did I get these drugs? Well, I had already killed the bastard after I got them for myself, so he wouldn’t sell to anyone else. The rest of the people—Lucian could take care of them.

I put on the clothes and slumped in the bed, reminiscing the mories of that day from the six years back when I punished those bastards right in front of her.

Instead of feeling gratitude, she was scared of . Her innocent mind probably never witnessed the bloodshed up close, and she couldn’t handle it.

After that, she was wary of whenever she ca across . Well, it was a good thing I felt at that ti as this way she would maintain distance from .

But, now I didn’t want any distance between us. I wished to be with her, close to her, even if I had to take that drug again and again, even if it would cost my life.

Short life with her was worth than long life away from her.