Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 363

Chapter 363: Lucian’s Unspoken Feelings- I

Lucian’s POV

He sank to his knees, his body giving way as though the strength had simply drained out of him. His head bowed low, shoulders hunched in defeat.

Helpless.

"If you have ever thought of me as something," he said hoarsely, "let me have this. Don’t take my only dream away from me. I can’t hold on any longer without that drug."

My resolve wavered.

My vision blurred as my own eyes grew moist. He was not the kind of man who broke. Not even at the brink of death. Not even when the world had stripped him of everything.

And yet here he was, shattered before me. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

I swore to myself I never wanted to see him like this again.

I drew in a slow breath, forcing my lungs to expand, forcing my mind to steady itself against the turmoil he had stirred within me. My hand, which had been poised to crush the box without hesitation, gradually loosened its grip.

Instead, I walked toward him.

"I will let you have it just this once," I said at last.

He lifted his head. Hope, fragile yet unmistakable, flashed across his eyes.

"But," I continued firmly, "I will inject it. And only a little. I will not allow you the entire syringe."

"Fine," he agreed at once, too quickly. "As long as it helps me last a few more months."

The desperation in his voice did not escape me.

I slipped the box into my back pocket and kept the syringe in my hand as I knelt before him.

"Hand," I ordered quietly.

He extended his arm.

I unsealed the syringe with steady fingers and pressed the needle carefully into his skin. My eyes remained fixed on the barrel as I began to depress the plunger, releasing only a measured amount.

But in the next instant, his hand closed over mine.

Before I could react, he forced the plunger down, emptying the syringe entirely.

"Rafe," I snarled, attempting to pull back.

It was too late. Most of the drug had already entered his bloodstream.

I yanked the syringe away and glared at him, fury blazing through me.

"The fuck did you just do, bastard?"

He remained composed. Calm. Almost content. Slowly, he rose to his feet as though nothing had happened.

"That little wouldn’t have worked," he said lightly, looking down at me, even managing a faint smile. "Thanks."

That sad exterior of his now returned to his usual smug one.

I hated him in that moment.

I shot to my feet and shoved him back against the tree, my hand closing around his throat. My teeth ground together as I tightened my grip just enough to make my warning clear.

"Don’t ever take advantage of my trust and kindness. I hate it the most."

He did not struggle.

Instead, he smirked.

"Calm down and go back to your mate," he said evenly, his voice only slightly strained. "I am sure she holds more interest to you than the anger you are feeling at me."

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