Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 169

Chapter 169: Eira’s In Heat-I

Roman’s POV

The moment I reached the threshold of the home, just a few feet from the boundary, I froze. My senses went rigid as a wildly tempting scent slammed into me.

My wolf stirred violently, a growl rumbling from deep within my chest, the beast inside me clawing to be set free. I knew what it was, and it took every shred of control to hold myself back.

She’s in heat.

My feet rooted to the ground as I fought against the invisible pull drawing me toward that door. Each step backward felt like a battle against unseen shackles, dragging me instead toward the source of that intoxicating call. My body screamed to kick open the door, to reach her, to give in. The force was merciless.

I was barely holding on when I heard a voice cut through the haze.

"Roman, what—"

It broke off abruptly.

I turned and saw my brothers, their faces mirroring my own shock.

And then we heard it—the guttural, savage growl.

Our gazes snapped toward the source.

Rafe.

His red eyes burned dark, feral and unhinged. Fangs glistened as the veins across his body rose like a darkened mesh. He looked more beast than man, seconds away from losing all control and lunging forward.

But before he could, Lucian stepped in, slamming a hand hard against Rafe’s chest, stopping him in place. It was so strong the vibrations reached us the moment Lucian’s hand struck Rafe’s chest in powerful strike.

"Rafe. No." His voice rang sharp with command, steady despite the storm in his eyes. He held Rafe’s gaze, forcing his will into him. "You can’t. Get back to your senses. Right Now."

Lucian himself was straining, the scent clawing at him too, but he was still rational enough to act.

A flicker of clarity returned to Rafe. He stumbled back, shaking his head violently as though to break free of the haze. Clenching his jaw, he held his breath to block the scent, then spun around and stormed away from the house.

Lucian exhaled sharply and turned to Kael. "I have to take care of him—and then leave to get Eira’s child. You can handle things here."

Without waiting for Kael’s reply, Lucian was gone in an instant, his expression grim.

Though Kael and Rafe were always close, and Lucian and Rafe always bickered, Lucian’s priority had always been protecting Rafe from any harm as he was different from us. Lucian’s care towards Rafe came in his own way.

With that, I tore myself away, every step a war against the primal need threatening to consume me.

I reached where Lucian was trying to contain Rafe, stopping him from going anywhere, while Jason brought the car in which they could leave. They had already ordered the security to stay along the boundaries and not go near the residence.

They saw me and understood what my decision was, and they seemed to agree with it as well, though none of them commented on it directly.

"Why don’t you just let me go?" Rafe’s voice broke through, rough and pleading, his body trembling as he fought himself more than Lucian.

"You’re not leaving my sight, do you hear me?" Lucian snarled, his fist twisted tight in the collar of Rafe’s jacket. "Or I’ll beat the hell out of you. Mark my words—you won’t see daylight outside the dungeon for a month this time."

He didn’t give Rafe a chance to resist or argue. With brutal force, he shoved him into the back seat of the car and slid in beside him, pinning him there with his warning presence.

I went ahead and sat in the front passenger seat.

Staying here any longer would drive me mad. The scent still clung to my senses, clawing at my control, and one more moment might push me straight back to her.

I couldn’t trust myself around her anymore. None of us could. That was why we were fleeing—not to abandon her, but to protect her. From us. From the beasts clawing inside our skins.