Sold To The Alphas I Hate - Chapter 156

Chapter 156: Eira’s Revenge
Rafe’s POV

Like an obedient student, she followed my instructions and held the tool in perfect grip.

“Now it’s up to you whether you want him to die in a moment or suffer for as long as you wish,” I told her as I stepped back, giving her space to tell her she held the sovereignty over this place and over her own decision, that no one’s gonna meddle in.

When I thought she was going to stab him again, she didn’t. Instead, she knelt on the ground and picked up the tape which had fallen after I uncovered his mouth.

She looked at him, while another wave of terror flashed in his tear-filled eyes. “Please…don’t kill me…I have a family…wife..kids…waiting for me…”

Unflinching, unblinking, she slapped that tape over his mouth to shut him.

Either she didn’t want to hear his annoying scream and wanted to make him suffer more while not being able to even make a sound, or she was taking revenge for when they must have shut her mouth as well.

These bastards had killed all the emotions inside her to make her feel any. She was dead inside enough to want her own child to die as this world wasn’t worth living, so why would she bother with someone else’s kids?

She didn’t move her gaze away from his face, cold and calm. Once more she stabbed that tool in his body, this time straight in his stomach, perfect and precise.

‘She is going to make a perfect student of mine,’ I grinned with pride.

His muffled groans filled the chamber, harsh and broken, while she smoothly pulled the blade free and poised it to strike again.

For the first time, I felt a flicker of wariness. Not because she was taking her revenge, but because of how she was doing it.

This woman, who had been sobbing like a fragile weakling only an hour ago, now radiated a dangerous calm. No theatrics. No rage. Only silence and cold precision. It was more dangerous than being loud.

They say every person has a devil inside them. Some surfaced often, while some stayed hidden. And I could see that hidden devil inside her surfacing at the chance she got to experience it.

She stabbed him again while I turned to the table behind me and picked up a sharp knife from it. I went to her as she was going to stab him again.

“Use this instead,” I said, offering her a knife. “Perfect for a precise, deep cut.”

She accepted it without hesitation, and I took back the bloodied tool from her hand. I turned toward the table to set it down—only to feel a sudden rush of movement behind me.

Spinning around, I froze.

She was on him. The knife drove into his body again and again, each strike swift, merciless, frenzied. She stabbed anywhere she could reach, carefully avoiding the places I had told her would kill too quickly.

For a moment, she looked less like a woman and more like some pale, blood-soaked specter, a ghost of vengeance that could not be stopped. Blood sprayed across her face, streaked down her arms, but she didn’t falter. Each stab was the release of years of pain, of humiliation, of anger she had buried until now.

She wasn’t thinking. She wasn’t even there. The frenzy consumed her, her mind lost, her body acting on pure instinct as if the man before her was nothing more than meat beneath her blade.

I am sure she didn’t even realise what she was doing as she stabbed his heart multiple times again and again, and he was already dead, but she continued.

I didn’t move. I only watched her. I understood her in a way the others couldn’t.

I had once been her.

Kael had given me the same chance—years ago, when rage and shame had nearly drowned me. He had put my tormentors in front of me, let me cut them apart piece by piece until my hatred was spent. He knew the world had branded me an abomination, the son of a pure-blood she-wolf and a pure-blood vampire. The werewolf world despised Vampires deeply.

But Kael had accepted me. His father, too, had welcomed me, telling me I was no abomination, but a living being with the right to exist. Under Kael’s name, no one dared touch me. And when I grew older and stronger, my own power became undeniable, none dared even whisper against me.

Her stabbing grew slower, her strength faltering, exhaustion weighing down her movements until her arm trembled with the effort.

At last, I stepped forward. I caught her wrist before she could strike the corpse again.”He is dead,” I told her softly. “You can stop now. He suffered what you wanted him to.”

Her breaths came ragged and uneven, her bloodshot eyes locked on the lifeless body. Her hand shook violently as the knife slipped from her grasp. I caught it before it fell.

She stumbled back, but her knees gave way, and I caught her in time. She was utterly drained—not only from the countless times she had driven the blade into him, but because her anger had consumed everything she had left to give.

I guided her back a step and eased her into the chair. “Breathe. Try to calm yourself,” I told her gently.

Her entire body trembled, shuddering with the aftermath of everything she had unleashed, her mind too clouded to form words.

I knelt before her, meeting her pale, drained face. “Are you feeling better now?”

She stared at me, silent, her lips refusing to move.

I lifted the knife once more and held it out to her. “If you’re still not satisfied, then stab me. I deserve it too. Back then, even though we weren’t on good terms, you were still someone I knew—one of us. I should have come to you, asked for the truth, instead of blindly believing what was shown to us. I failed you. I caused you harm. So if you want, punish me. Stab me.”

Her eyes lowered to the blade. Slowly, her trembling hand closed around it, the grip tightening until it was steady. I braced myself, ready.

And she didn’t fail me.

The knife plunged into my shoulder with all the strength she had left. Pain seared through me, but I didn’t flinch. Instead, I helped guide her hand to pull it free, sparing her the strain.

“That wasn’t fatal,” I told her, my voice steady. “It won’t kill me. You can try again if you want.”

Her gaze lingered on me, calm yet unreadable.

“No one will blame you,” I assured her quietly. “Not even my brothers. They’ll tell you to punish them as well. Trust me.”

Her hand moved, but instead of stabbing me, she let the knife slip from her grasp, clattering to the floor, and turned her face away.

She didn’t want to kill me. She only wanted to release her anger on me, give me the punishment she believed I deserved. That was enough for her.

Her hatred for me didn’t run as deep. And the fact that she refrained—that she still held herself back—proved her rationality was intact. That was good.

I rose slowly, letting her sit and recover, while I cleaned the bloodied tools and set them neatly back in their places.

When I turned back to her, she was still pale, her breaths uneven but steadier than before.

“Come,” I said. “Let’s get both of us clean before we return. Otherwise, those bastards will smell the blood on us and we’ll have to endure their endless questions.”

I led her out of that room and we went to another room which was empty and had a washing area.

It was made so we could leave this place clean after we punished the ones we brought here once in a while. As for that dead body, our people would clean it, with no trace left behind.

I turned on the hot shower for her as she had blood splashed everywhere on her, and she stood under the shower.

While I moved the cupboard and pulled out a bag, “I have the same dress for you here. So even if you change now, they won’t doubt us.”

I was smart enough to buy the same things for her as Roman got. And it was the same for myself. The previous night, when everyone was sleeping, I was already out preparing this revenge treat for her.

I turned to her, only to see her crying while standing under the shower. The emotions she had been holding behind her rage were finally flowing out with the water.

I went to her and held her in my arms. I thanked myself for injecting that drug so even now I could be close to her. Under the shower she continued to cry while burying her face against my chest. I said nothing, no word to console her, just held her in a comforting hug.

After a while I told her, “It’s not good to stand under water for long, and we have to return as well, before they come looking for us.”

She understood and nodded lightly with her head still lowered. I turned off the shower and cupped her face in my palms to make her look at me.

“You did well today,” my voice was gentle, “We will have such revenge treats often if you want. I will make sure none is left without paying for it.”

Her teary eyes simply looked at me, as if finding her support in me.

But, at the same time… Damn! How I wished to kiss her now.

It took everything in me to suppress that urge as I told myself again and again—’You can’t. You shouldn’t.’

“Let’s change our clothes quickly,” I told her and started to unbutton my shirt.

She didn’t have hesitation, maybe so accustomed to not feeling any shame in being naked in front of anyone. Can’t blame her.

I removed my clothes without looking at her, or I wasn’t sure what I would do, and walked away from there. I got a towel for myself and tossed one to her.

“Come here once you are done drying,” I told her and put her clothes on the shelf.

Both of us put on our clothes. I helped her dry her hair with a dryer and soon we left the dungeons. As we sat in the vehicle to return, I looked at her.

I swear, she looked at peace.