Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 346

Chapter 346: One Of The Culprits

Eira’s POV

The moment I sat inside the open cab meant to roam around the estate, I was almost certain he was taking me to the dungeons. Still, I refused to let myself grow too confident. This bloodsucker was completely unpredictable. He could easily take me somewhere else just to mess with my expectations.

After some time, the cab stopped in front of a heavily guarded entrance.

The dungeon.

The guards bowed to Rafe and stepped aside, walking away without a word.

Just like last time, it seemed it would be only the two of us. The other four had not followed, and strangely, that felt right. Around Rafe, I did not need to hide the darker parts of myself. I could let my evil side breathe without hesitation.

I walked beside him through the familiar closed corridor, its walls lit by cold lights that stretched endlessly ahead, leading us toward the chambers where prisoners were kept.

Yeah. Kept to be tortured. What else could it be?

Rafe pushed open the door to one of the rooms. The same one he had brought me to before, the night I killed that bastard.

The moment I stepped inside, my gaze went straight to the chair at the center of the room. A figure sat there, completely covered with a dark cloth.

Everything else remained the same. The room was spotless, disturbingly clean, while an array of torture tools lay neatly displayed on a nearby table, waiting to be chosen like instruments in a twisted orchestra.

He turned to me, one brow lifting. "Any guesses who is going to hell on the auspicious night of your birthday?"

I studied the covered figure. It trembled slightly under the cloth, stiff with fear.

Must be terrified like a little mouse.

I observed the shape carefully. "A woman," I said slowly. "Or a very young guy."

The frame was too delicate to belong to a grown man. Those were the only possibilities that made sense.

Rafe stepped forward with a smirk and, in one smooth motion, pulled the cover away.

"Tada."

My eyes widened completely. Shock struck first, then a surge of burning anger flooded my mind.

Sophia.

Her eyes were wide, staring at me as though she had seen a ghost. Color drained from her face, pure terror shining in her gaze.

A gag covered her mouth, silencing any scream she might try to release. Her body was strapped tightly to the chair at every possible point, leaving her completely unable to move.

This bitch.

One of the real culprits who had ruined my life.

I clenched my fists, my jaw tightening as my teeth ground together. I stepped toward her, but a hand caught my shoulder and stopped me.

"Take it easy, little pup."

My furious gaze snapped toward him, as if I wanted to hit him first, but he continued calmly, "You need to slow down and think about what you want to do with your target instead of ending it with one quick snap. An easy death would be mercy. Does she deserve that?"

I forced myself to breathe and slowly shook my head.

"Then relax. It’s not good for the baby inside you." His hand brushed gently over my round belly in a careful caress. "The baby needs to see how smart its mother is and grow up just like her." His eyes shifted toward Sophia. "Bitch, don’t you agree with what I said?"

Her body trembled violently, sweat glistening over her pale skin.

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