Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 361

Chapter 361: Lucian And Rafe

Lucian’s POV

Rafe still hadn’t returned, even though it was late.

I should have been with Eira tonight as well. I wasn’t done with her. But worry for that bastard had clouded my mind.

She needed rest, so I didn’t stop her when she went to Kael’s room. She had missed her time with Raven as well.

When I went to the security in charge, he informed me that the guards who had accompanied Rafe to handover that bitch Sophia had already returned. Rafe had dismissed them midway and left on his own.

Frustration boiled inside me.

As expected of that bastard. I could never count on spending a single peaceful night when he was around.

I returned inside, put on my jacket, grabbed the car keys, and headed out to get him.

"Has he not returned yet?" Jason asked as he stepped out of his room, probably worried for Rafe too.

I shook my head, keeping my irritation under control. "He disappeared somewhere again."

"Must have gone hunting," Jason said calmly. "He likes to hunt for blood once in a while."

"Maybe," I replied, though I doubted it. I knew him better than that.

"I am coming with you," Jason offered.

I shook my head. "Just keep checking with security. I’ll get him. Don’t worry."

He didn’t insist.

I got into my car and drove fast as if I couldn’t wait to get to him.

His phone was switched off, hiding his location. But I could guess the one place he he could have gone to, the place he preferred when he wished to be alone.

It took me half an hour to reach the dense road where I had to park outside the boundary and continue on foot. I used my speed to run through the trees, unable to ignore the restless feeling tightening in my chest.

And I swear I didn’t have a good feeling about it.

I wasn’t sure how, but I could just sense it about him. That’s how I could always catch him before he did something reckless.

Or maybe it was simply because I had known him for years and understood his ways too well.

Finally, I reached the clearing.

It was a semi-circular patch of empty grassland hidden within the woods. Beyond it stood a cliff overlooking a vast river below.

This was his place.

The place he came to be alone. The place where he sometimes brought his targets and gave them cruel deaths while his little friends, the vultures feasted afterward.

As expected, he was there, sitting near the cliff, his back facing me.

Relief settled in my mind when I saw him safe. But something else tightened in my chest.

Watching him sit there alone, facing the dark sky, made him look... lonely. Lost.

Maybe it was just my imagination.

I walked toward him quietly, making sure he wouldn’t sense me. After spending so many years together, we had learned how to mask our presence from one another when it’s needed.

As I strode forward, something caught my eye.

My steps faltered for a fraction of a second before my fists clenched at my sides, knuckles whitening, my jaw locking so tightly. Anger surged through my veins, hot and blinding.

I should have known better.

In the next heartbeat, I moved like a gust of wind, closing the distance between us and snatching the object from his hand.

I am not going to let him have it. I am not letting him kill himself. Fuck! My heart pained with just the thought of it.

Even as I plunged several feet beneath the water surface, disoriented by the force of the fall, my mind clung to one thought only. Where is that bastard? Did he get the box?

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