Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 179

Chapter 179: Eira’s Feelings

Kael’s POV

Once my body calmed, I opened my eyes and looked at her, our faces only an inch apart. I did not wish to separate from her. Her delicate form beneath me still felt like heaven itself.

Her eyes remained closed, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps as she tried to recover from the storm I had put her through.

"Eira," I whispered her name gently.

Her lashes fluttered open, and she met my gaze. Her eyes were moist, shimmering with emotions that struck deep into me.

"Are you alright?" I asked, my voice tender, almost fragile.

Instead of answering, she turned her face toward the window. Silent tears slipped free, trailing down her cheeks.

It was not unexpected, yet my heart grew unbearably heavy. Her emotions seeped into me, dragging me down into the pain she was feeling.

The bond between us let me know her emotions, her pain at the moment.

I pressed a soft kiss to her temple, my nose brushing along her cheek in a fleeting touch of comfort.

"I am sorry," I murmured, the words rough and unsteady. "I should never have done what I did that night in the prison."

A soft sob escaped her lips as my confession broke the silence. I felt my chest tighten. "It must have hurt you deeply. I am sorry. I should have given you a chance to speak, but I let my anger consume me. I should not have done it."

Her sobs grew, her body trembling beneath mine. The pillow under her head grew damp as her tears fell freely.

"I won’t ask you to forgive me. I won’t try to explain why I did it. Hate me if you wish. Pour all your anger onto me. I will take it." My lashes quivered as I fought the sting of my own tears.

"But do not hate yourself. Do not hate your wolf for what happened between us now. Mating was important for you both. Everything that you were denied, you must get it so you could be stronger. It is my sin, not yours. So please... don’t despise yourself for giving in to me. If you must hate, then hate me. Do you hear me? Hate me, and only me."

She didn’t respond, nor did I expect her to.

"You are my mate now, and I promise to always take care of you," I assured, unsure if she even trusted me. "You can rest for a while more." I pecked her cheek softly. "You can wake up after I prepare breakfast for you."

I pulled out of her finally, and she flinched a little but didn’t look at me.

The moment I moved away, she curled to her side and faced her back to me. I covered her with sheets once more, giving her a chance to deal with her emotions, and went to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Eira’s POV

For six long years, I had been used, broken, left to rot. I do not even know how many men had taken me, how many hands and bodies I endured. Yet through it all, I felt nothing. I was an empty husk, a corpse that only knew pain. No pleasure. No warmth. Nothing but agony.

But with this bastard... with him... I felt something. I felt pleasure. And I hated it.

I always knew just like the other assholes, they would fuck me. I was ready to face what I had endured the past six years.

All I wanted was for it to happen like always, where I could block my mind, my senses, and lose myself in the darkness without knowing what was happening with my body.

But...he made me feel every bit of it. I was wide awake. And like the whore I was, I was begging him to fuck me.

It was all because of that bitch wolf inside me. Only if she wasn’t weak and had some brain to fight against our abuser.

They could go on and fuck me, and even kill me. But I didn’t want to feel it.

I felt utterly helpless now, and it hurt me more. That bond with him now—I could feel it. My soul was ready to submit to him, even though I didn’t want it.

What was I going to do now? Will it ever change?