Roman POV
"Weren’t you the one nearly crying for her a while ago? And now you want her gone?" Jason comnted sarcastically.
I t their stunned gazes. "I don’t want her to be tortured anymore. If leaving is what’s best for her, then let her go. She doesn’t deserve to be tornted like this."
"So suddenly full of pity, huh?" Lucian sneered. "You were right that day—you’re not the one who lost a sister, a mother, or a child. So of course it doesn’t matter to you what she did to us."
"You’re right," I said coldly. "It doesn’t matter to . But what the fuck are you all doing? Is she the first criminal our pack—or any pack—has ever had? We’ve dealt with traitors before. Every one of them was given a quick death after so torture of probably a day or two. Not one was left to rot and suffer like her. Not for six goddamn years."
"Criminals are ant to be kept in prison," Jason spat. "That’s what prison is for. She’s not the only one to be sentenced to life."
"Prison? Really?" I stood from my seat, walked to the file I’d dropped earlier when we’d all rushed to Eira’s room, and hurled it at Lucian. "Check that. She hasn’t been in any damn prison for the past six years. She was sold to traffickers six years ago—and no one even knew. You two"—I pointed at Lucian and Jason—"aren’t you the ones in charge of security? How the fuck do you handle things in this pack? Are you even reliable?"
Jason’s expression darkened as he opened the file and began to scan its contents, while Lucian snarled, "I don’t care if that bitch suffered. But who the hell had the balls to sell a pack’s prisoner to traffickers behind our backs? Who’s asking to die now?"
"The one responsible is sitting right in front of us," I said, my gaze locking on Kael.
Kael t my eyes with a cold, unreadable look, but I didn’t flinch.
"It’s because our Alpha Kael told the prison in charge that he didn’t want to be bothered with her ever again, and they could do whatever they want."
Kael remained quiet, as if he had nothing to say in his defence.
Back then the loss of his family, child, friends, broke him beyond the limit that he went on killing spree in the enemy pack. Every day, all he craved for was blood, then what could be expected from a Alpha in hellish anger.
"Who would want to see her after what she did?" Lucian snapped. "We spared her life because she was a minor. That was rcy enough."
"rcy?" That word felt like a sin now. "Do you know what that so-called rcy did to her? She beca the personal fucking toy of the entire prison security force for a whole goddamn month before they sold her to traffickers. That’s what you call rcy? She was a fucking minor. Drugged. Abused. Raped."
Silence fell again. In that mont, all I could imagine was her innocent, young and bright face from the past.
I drew a shaky breath, trying to calm the storm boiling inside . "Can any of you imagine what must have happened to her, every single day and night, for the past six years? Yes, she was a criminal. But there’s a way to punish soone. We should’ve just killed her back then."
My voice trembled. My chest felt tight. My eyes stung with unshed tears.
"There’s not a single part of her body without bruises. She’s a pureblood werewolf—her body should have healed. But it didn’t. And have you ever wondered why?"
No one answered. Becasue no one bothered to know about her scars, but instead added more to it.
I continued, "Because every ti they hurt her, they kept her heavily drugged. For their own pleasure, to make her weak, compliant. The drugs slowed down her healing, kept the wounds open longer, and left permanent scars. And now, she doesn’t react to pain anymore, because she’s used to it. She’s endured what none of us could even begin to imagine."
I looked directly at Kael, then Lucian and Jason. "We all lost sothing back then. We were in pain. But that pain faded over ti. It left scars, yes, but it passed. For her, the pain never stopped. Not a single day. And even now, even after all of that, we’re still doing the sa thing to her."
I turned to Liam, my voice low but resolute. "You can take her. I’m not going to stop you. Six years of abuse was enough. She doesn’t need to be punished anymore."
"Only you are the wise one here," Liam said to . "Once she is fine under the council’s care, I will let you know which Alpha of what pack she is handed over to..."
"She’s not going anywhere." Kael’s icy voice echoed.
He stood up, and faced Liam with dark resolve in his eyes.
"Liam, mark my words. I’ll destroy whatever pack she’s sent to and then drag her back myself," he declared. "She’s not going anywhere. She’s mine until she gives back what she has taken away from ."
We all stared at him, unsure whether to be shocked or unsurprised. Was this possessiveness? Or was it just Kael being Kael?
This was how he had always been. Once sothing fell into his hands, it beca his—property, tool, object. And to him, Eira was nothing more than that.
Liam didn’t flinch. He held his Alpha’s gaze without a hint of fear. "But I doubt she’ll survive even a day more in this place, to give you what you want from her, Kael."
"She won’t be hard. I give you my word," Kael responded, firm and unyielding.
Liam’s gaze swept across all of us. "I don’t trust any of you with her care," he said flatly and his gaze stopped at . "Except for Roman. He’s the only one here who still has any empathy left."
"Then, I will let him take care of her," Kael declared, "None of us four will ddle in or harm her."
"I don’t agree," I told them clearly, before Liam could reply, "I can’t be around her always and I can’t tell when these psyco brothers of mine will lose their minds. If she ends up tortured again, that would be entirely my fault."
Kael looked at Lucian, Jason, and rafe, his gaze cold and quetsioning.
"We will follow your orders," Jason assured him on behalf of all three.
Kael looked back at , "You heard them. From now on she is yours to take care of. Your responsibilty. And that’s my order, your Alpha’s order."
I could feel him emit the Alpha aura to make him obey him.
"Alright. But I have one condition," I said.
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