Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 362

Chapter 362: It Fucking Hurt

Lucian’s POV

It seemed I had finally struck the last nerve he possessed.

But, I did not care.

"I can’t," I answered quietly, taking a deliberate step toward him. "We are brothers. We protect each other."

"Fuck with this brotherhood," he snapped. His chest rose and fell with a deep breath, then another, as he tried to steady the tremor in his temper. "You have a mate, you are doing good. Why can’t you just let me be and focus on her? Why are you here after me? Want to kiss me again just to save me? Or rather fuck me?"

"Rafe..."

"So that you can go to her and tell her you did it again just to protect me? That how great are you to sacrifice your dignity into kissing and fucking another man just to save him? And then, it meant nothing to you at all, huh?" Other than anger, there was a hurt in his eyes. His voice rose in anger and frustration, "You don’t have to do anything for me either. Stop being my protector already. You don’t do things that you don’t mean, Luke. Don’t make me hate you."

Gosh! My heart was beating at fullest, unsure how I had hurt him or rather I was the one hurt here.

He heard it when I told Eira it meant nothing to me. That kiss was nothing. But yeah, it’s suppose to be that way, isn’t it? He wanted the same if I am not wrong.

"I don’t mean it when I kissed you?" finally, I said, my jaw clenched, teeth gritted, "Who was the one to act like it meant nothing to him once it was over. Who was the to ignore me like I am some idiot to even kiss you?"

"So it meant something to you?" he asked, anger still there.

I was the same, angry and breathing heavy in frustration. "Just like it meant nothing to you."

I didn’t know what I meant to say, or what he understood from what I said.

We just stared at each other as if fighting in silence.

"We are done," he said, "forever."

What does he mean? I wondered.

"Look," he said at last, lifting his gaze to meet mine. Other than anger, it carried earnest pleading. Desperation. "Just this once, alright? I need it this time. Please don’t spoil it for me. It was difficult to get it already."

The words were almost calm, and he was still struggling to breathe evenly.

He was adamant about taking that drug. And I was adamant about stopping him.

He knew it. I saw the realization harden behind his eyes. He had to hurry.

The bastard began edging away from me, one cautious step at a time, as though retreating from a predator. His movements were subtle, calculated, seeking an opening, an escape.

But he knew as well as I did that escaping me was nearly impossible.

He understood my intentions perfectly.

As he continued stepping back, his fingers worked with deceptive ease over the box. Sneakily. Methodically. I caught the faint click as he loosened it, preparing to draw out the syringe hidden inside.

All the while, he held my gaze, keeping me engaged, weaving his words carefully.

"Luke, I promise this will be the last time. You should understand why I need it. You of all people, I expect to understand me. We aren’t just brothers, but something more than that..."

He was trying to occupy my mind, to dull my focus with conversation.

But I was not the fool he hoped I would be.

I knew he was not in a condition to fight me. The hunger in his veins had weakened him, thinned his strength, made his body restless but unsteady.

And I was going to use that.

My gaze never left his hands. I saw every subtle movement, every calculated shift of his fingers. He was only a heartbeat away from driving that syringe into his skin.

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