Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151: Kael’s Pain

Lucian’s POV

I followed Kael out only to see something shocking.

He stood by the car, one hand braced against it for support, the other clutching his chest as though something inside was tearing him apart. His breaths came in ragged gasps, like a man who had been suffocating for too long and had only now begun to fight for air.

His expression was pained. The veins around his temple and neck looked like they would burst open any moment. Sweat drenched his skin in a thin sheen. His eyes squeezed shut, yet tears forced their way through, sliding down his face, unrestrained.

Kael? I rushed to him, alarm shooting through me, just in time to see his body give out. He collapsed to his knees, trembling, the weight of his suffering finally dragging him down.

I dropped beside him, worry gripping my mind. "Kael, are you alright? What’s happening to you?"

He couldn’t even answer, too consumed by pain to form words. All I could see was the tremendous pain consuming him.

"I’ll call Liam," I said, but before I could move, his hand gripped mine firmly, stopping me.

"Kael?" I whispered, clutching his hand back, fear tightening my chest. I had only ever seen him like this once before—the night he broke down for his dead parents.

"...Don’t... call... Liam... or anyone..." he forced out between gasps, his voice hoarse and broken.

"Alright, I won’t," I assured him. "But what’s happening to you?"

"Nothing..." he rasped stubbornly, his pride refusing to bend even as his body betrayed him. "...Just help me get into the car..."

Nothing?

As I held his hand, I could feel his entire body trembling, drained of all energy.

What kind of pain could drive the most powerful Alpha in our world to his knees, shaking and drenched in sweat, stripped of all his strength?

For god’s sake, he was a top-tier Alpha, probably the most powerful in the werewolf world. What could hurt him like this?

I helped him up. Opening the door, I helped him inside. He sank back into the seat, eyes clamped shut, his head tilting against the headrest, brows furrowed tight. He tried to suppress the pain, but the truth slipped out anyway—low, guttural groans of pain breaking past his clenched teeth.

"Kael, you have to tell me," I pressed anyway.

I had the right to know, as his brother. Together, we might find a solution.

He shook his head faintly, his breaths still uneven. "Just... some old wounds... hurting..."

"Don’t lie," I snapped, my voice edged with frustration. "You don’t need to act strong all the time in front of us. Keep it for the outside world if you want, but for fuck’s sake, we are your brothers. You don’t have to keep this façade with us."

"One day I will," he murmured, his tone stubborn even in weakness. "Just... don’t tell anyone. It will pass soon..."

"Stubborn bastard," I cursed under my breath. "If you won’t tell me later, don’t expect anything from me either."

He only hummed in reply, retreating back into silence, determined to bear his suffering alone. I stayed beside him, unwilling to leave, leaving the matters inside to the others. Rafe was handling her better, and the rest were there too. She was important to me, but so was Kael.

Almost half an hour passed before the others finally came out. My breath caught when I saw Rafe carrying Eira in his arms.

By then, Kael’s pain had eased, and though he was pale, he looked composed once more. Together, we watched as Rafe approached with her limp form. She was unconscious, her head resting against his chest.

At last, Liam and Isla took their leave. When only we remained, Kael turned to Roman. "I’m staying in your room."

Roman’s brows rose, but he merely hummed in acknowledgment, offering no protest. Kael had never once used anyone else’s room, and now, after what had just happened, he was asking to stay by her side.

All of us wished to stay by her side, but I could not bring myself to deny Kael this. Not after the pain I had witnessed him endure only moments ago. Perhaps he needed to be with her more than any of us tonight.

Kael walked toward Roman’s room, leaving Roman slumped on the sofa in the drawing room. He leaned back heavily, one arm thrown over his eyes as if to shield himself from the weight of his own thoughts.

"What’s wrong?" Jason asked him.

"She’s going to hate me for leaving her there alone," Roman admitted, his voice thick with regret. "I don’t even know how to face her tomorrow."

His concern was not wrong.

"It will be alright," I told him gently. "Once she begins to heal, she will understand why you left her there."

I turned to Rafe, "What were you talking about. The thugs and you beat them in the past?"

As I said, the other two looked at him as well.

"That’s just some random encounter with jerks who were tired of living," Rafe replied and headed towards his room, "Nothing so special."

The Bastard left without giving any details to us.