Sold To The Alphas I Hate Chapter 80: Lucian’s Confession

Lucian’s POV

The mont that bullet shot , the sharp pain coursed through , and I knew I was done for. But at the sa ti, I tore apart that bastard before he could even think of touching her.

I turned to her as if it was basic instinct. All I could think about in that mont was her—not the pain, not the death that was about to swallow .

The pain of that deadly silver bullet was like it was burning my soul, but all I wanted was to reach her for the last ti.

I barely took a step toward her, but the deadly silver in that damn bullet worked faster, ripping away any ounce of strength I had left. I fell to the ground without even getting to touch her one last ti. I was lying there in my human form, helpless, waiting for death to approach .

But the worst part was, I had never thought to let her see in such a condition—when I had always been nothing but inhuman strength.

Despite all these small regrets running through my mind, sothing good happened. She ca to —she was right there next to . My eyes barely open.

Am I dreaming?

I closed my eyes as it felt so unreal, and if it was a dream, I didn’t want it to break by keeping them open. Maybe, being closer to death, your mind lets you imagine what you truly want.

I heard her say weakly, her words barely reaching my ears. "...I am sorry... I didn’t an to..." She was apologizing—she was crying.

Is it real? It must truly be a dream. She can’t possibly cry for .

When I heard her say, "Please... don’t die... please..."

I couldn’t help but open my eyes to look at her. Maybe her last mory of crying for would make feel better before I died.

When I saw her truly crying for , I was happy.

I wanted to tell her not to cry, not to feel bad if I died. That I would always protect her—even if it ant dying for her—that I didn’t regret dying while protecting her. She ant a lot to . So much, that despite my hate towards her, I couldn’t suppress my care for her.

I brought Fluffy back ho only for her sake, because I knew how much he ant to her. All that food I cooked all these days—it was always ant for her. How happy I was to see her eat everything I cooked, and she was getting better now.

But, the mont I opened my mouth, as always, the bitter words ca out. "...You must be happy to see die... goddamn bitch..."

In response, she apologized again. "I am sorry... I didn’t an to..."

I felt bad to see her apologising, and decided to say sothing good. But before I could say anything to comfort her this ti, Roman ca to us and pushed her away, cursing her angrily.

The mont I saw Roman, reality rushed back into my muddled mind. My brothers—I had to think about them, not about this bitch.

Roman looked horrified as he begged to stay with him.

I was dying. That was fine—but I needed to advise my brothers to protect themselves. This bitch was everyone’s doom, and I didn’t want her to be the reason for my brothers’ deaths as well.

"Roman... this bitch is truly gonna kill every one of us..." I told him suppressing my pain. "It’s fine, I die—but kill her before she becos the reason for my brothers’ deaths... Don’t let her kill any of you..."

Roman told not to die and assured that we would kill her together.

I couldn’t agree to it, because I knew I wouldn’t be able to kill her—though I always said otherwise. But it was totally alright if my brothers killed her later once I was dead. They needed to protect themselves first.

Roman walked away from , as I heard Rafe calling for him. I looked at that bat for the last ti—he was still so determined to protect us. Not bad. I was sure I was going to miss him badly after my death, while bearing the torture in hell. He would make a perfect companion in hell.

As I watched them, darkness slowly started to spread in front of my eyes. My soul felt cold, as if I was drowning in cold water, sinking deeper and deeper, and there wasn’t a tinge of light.

But then, in the dark depths of that cold water, I heard a faint and distant voice echoing around .

"Don’t leave... Open your eyes... Look at ..."

I couldn’t respond to it anymore and continued to drown further into the darkness.

"Don’t die... I can’t feel your heartbeat... You can’t leave ... I won’t let you..."

I wanted to tell that voice to stop. Everything was useless. But then, I felt a warmth surrounding my soul. All of a sudden, the darkness around started to disappear. The water no longer felt chilly.

Threads of soft glow surrounded , pulling out of that water and into the bright, clear sky. But there was no one—only , alone. I looked around, seeing only a vast land with buckwheat planted everywhere.

Where am I? Why is there no one?

I continued to walk and walk, not sure for how long. Then, I finally saw soone—a figure in a beautiful long white dress, walking along the field, her back facing . Her long hair swayed in the wind, her hand gently brushing over the buckwheat plants as she continued walking ahead.

I knew who that was.

Eira.

I ran toward her, but before I could touch her, she disappeared.

"Eira!" I called out, and suddenly the view around vanished—only to be replaced with another familiar surrounding. My room.

But sothing was different, and I still felt like I was in a dream.

In front of , she was there, right in my bed, facing , sleeping peacefully.

Thinking it was another dream, I reached my hand to touch her—but I heard a voice.

"Are you awake finally?"

My hand stopped before it reached her, and I turned to look at Jason, who was standing at the door of my room.

A little confused, I asked him, "Don’t tell you’re dead as well. If you are, I’m going to beat the shit out of you."

"I’m not," Jason said as he ca to the bed, "and neither are you."

The next mont, I sat up in bed, looking at my bare chest—which was spotless. No signs of any wound. "What the hell."

"Your wound was healed," Jason told . "And you’re safe now."

Realising it was not a dream, I looked at the bitch lying on my bed. "And what the hell is this bitch doing here? In my bed? Has she lost her mind, or is she just tired of living?"

"The entire house is a ss. Roman left her here in your room so we could keep watch on you both together," Jason explained.

I jumped out of my bed quickly, as if I was disgusted. "That Roman has lost a few screws in his brain to keep her here." I put on so clothes quickly and told Jason, "Tell him to take her away and change everything in my room wherever she has touched. Or I will burn this entire room."

Without looking back, I left.

I didn’t want to accept what I had confessed to myself after I was shot, and what I had been thinking about that bitch just a while ago.

The only thing I was allowed to feel towards her was hate. There was no place for anything else.