Sold To The Alphas I Hate-Chapter 347: Rafe’s Special Gift

Eira’s POV

A delicate palm fell to the floor. Blood streamed along the wooden armrest, dripping down and pooling beneath the chair.

I aimed for her wrist, and now her hand no longer had a palm. The same hand which she used to drug Kael, and ruined my life.

Then I did what my ears truly craved. I ripped the tape away from her mouth with harsh tug and listened to her screams as they tore through the air.

She was in immense pain, of course she was. But there was no mercy left in my heart. That part of me had died long ago.

I glanced at Rafe. His expression held a dark satisfaction, as if he admired what I had done.

"Will she die from the bleeding?" I asked calmly, not a trace of hesitation in my eyes.

He chuckled and shook his head, already grabbing a cloth to wrap that bitch’s severed hand to slow the blood loss.

"The bitch is strong," he assured me, busy wrapping her hand. "Her self healing has improved because of your blood."

"Oh, really?" I murmured, amused, still gripping the cleaver slick with red.

The blade rose again.

Another palm hit the ground.

A fresh wave of screams filled the chamber, sharp and desperate, echoing like music to my ears.

"Damn it," Rafe said with a pleased laugh, staring at the second severed hand.

Both her palms were gone.

"It won’t affect her walking out of this place," I said.

"You are my smart girl," he added, as he got another clothe to wrap this hand.

I loved it when he took pride in the evil inside me. He didn’t judge me.

I looked down at my round belly and caressed it gently. "Baby, this is how you punish someone who harms you. Never be kind to them or show mercy, because they will kill you the moment they get another chance."

Rafe first slapped the tape back over her mouth. "Her voice is annoying," he muttered, proceeding to wrap another hand.

I could not agree more. "Everything about her must have been irritating since the day she was born."

"Can’t argue the claim," he replied.

She had turned deathly pale now. Tears clung to her lashes, her eyes squeezed shut as her chest rose and fell in faint, uneven breaths.

This bitch had once been so smug because of her beauty and wealth. I doubted she would hold onto either now. With both her hands gone, even preparing herself to look presentable would become impossible.

"She won’t die," Rafe assured me again once he finished wrapping the wounds.

I hummed softly. "Not being able to put on makeup or even dress herself must have been her worst nightmare before."

"Saves others from seeing her ugly make up painted face and those ass wipe kind clothes," he commented.

It almost made me laugh.

We had no regard to her pain.

"Someone is going to give her even worse nightmares while she stays wide awake," Rafe said casually.

I had no interest in knowing what Kaizan planned to do with her next. I had done my part, and a heavy sense of satisfaction settled inside me.

Rafe took the knife from me and placed it back on the table before catching my hand. "Let’s get you cleaned up. Her shitty blood stained your dress."

"My blood is no less shitty to your taste either," I shot back, since he never missed a chance to curse me.

"Only if you knew," he sighed, leading me out of the room.

"What do you mean?" I asked, following him closely.

"Good that it’s shitty," he replied casually. "If it were any different, I would have drained it out of you."

So having shitty blood was a good thing? If it were better, he would have drained me dry. Was that what he meant?

Yet something about his words felt layered with another meaning I could not quite grasp. Still, as long as he was not planning to drain me to death, I did not care.

Just like last time, he had everything prepared. He helped me clean up and change into another dress. I felt lighter afterward. Her blood truly stank, and even my wolf seemed disgusted by it.

We returned to the house, where the other four were still waiting in the drawing room. Their gazes followed me through the glass wall, making me feel oddly exposed.

Rafe draped an arm around my shoulder before we stepped inside. "Relax. Stop thinking so much."

I hummed softly and walked in, allowing him to guide me toward the sofa. "So, we are done with my special gift, and she enjoyed it a lot," he announced coolly. "Anything else left for the night?"

I dared to glance at Kael first, wondering if he would question me about what had happened, but instead he simply asked, "Is there anything else you want from us? Anything, and we will make it happen."

The tension inside me eased.

"Is my old home still there? The place I used to live before?" I asked quietly. "Or has it turned to rubble?"

"It’s still there," he answered without hesitation.

"Then... can you take me there? I want to see it again," I said.

That place held months of my life, the only trace of my existence in this pack before everything changed. Visiting it felt like the only way to remind myself that something had once been mine.

Even though that house had belonged to those old hags, the room I had stayed in was mine. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"I will take you there tomorrow," Kael assured me.

"Thank you."

"You need to sleep," Jason said, watching me carefully with that calm, medical gaze of his. "You look exhausted."

I truly was, and I knew I should listen to the doctor.

Once again, the question lingered. With whom should I go tonight? Kael or Roman?

I found myself wishing I had a room of my own. Then suddenly, something clicked inside my mind.

"Can I ask for one more wish?" I said.

"Go ahead," Kael replied, while the others waited silently.

"Can I have my own room?" I asked, hesitance slipping into my voice, though the need for it felt real and urgent.

Everyone had their own space. Even Raven had a room. Yet I felt like an object being moved from one place to another.

Silence settled around us as all of them stared at me.

Shit. Had I asked for too much?

"Sure," Kael said at last. "It will be ready very soon."

His answer caught me off guard. I had almost convinced myself that they would dislike the idea of me wanting a separate space.

"Thank you," I said again.

Kael stepped closer and placed a soft peck on my lips. "Sleep well," he murmured before moving away.

Did that mean he wanted me to go to Roman’s room tonight? After all, I had been sleeping there before this celebration. It made sense.

Kael turned and headed upstairs toward his own room.

Lucian approached next, his intense gaze settling on me just like before. His fingers brushed along a loose strand of my hair, sending a faint shiver through me once again.

This drug maker was a walking drug himself, I swear.

"We will continue the rest once this black magic shit is out of me," he said, his fingers playing with a strand of my hair before letting it fall, waiting for my response.

I gave him a small, hesitant nod.

"Good," he replied and turned to head upstairs.

"Good night," Jason said gently before following Lucian.

Rafe was the last to leave. "Have sweet dreams, Caldwell, if Roman allows you to sleep," he teased with a wink before disappearing toward his own room.

That left me alone with Roman.

He took my hand. "Let’s go."

As we lay in bed, I could not stop myself from asking, "You guys had planned this, didn’t you? That’s why you said tonight you wouldn’t..." My words trailed off, the rest too embarrassing to finish.

A soft smile touched his lips as he pulled me closer into his arms. "I didn’t want you cutting the cake with one hand while the other one caress your sore waist."

I slapped his hand lightly to stop him from being naughty. "Good night."

He pressed a gentle kiss to my head and inhaled my scent. "Good night, Eira."

A smile appeared on my lips with the warmth he said my name.