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Eira thought there could be nothing worse than being abducted by she-wolf traffickers, abused, tormented, and ultimately sold off to five powerful Alphas as nothing more than a breeder.

She was wrong. The worst was yet to come.

She was sold to the same five alphas who had ruined her life and were the reason for every torment she had gone through over the past six years. 

The Alphas were just as stunned to see her, yet they had no choice but to accept her for the sake of their pack’s future. Because pureblood she-wolves were nearly extinct, rare, coveted, and vital. Only they could bear the offspring of powerful Alphas, ensuring the survival and strength of the next generation.

She hated them with every broken piece of her soul. And they hated her in return. 

The hatred was mutual. So what now?

Eira made a silent vow. She would make them feel every brutal torment she had suffered. Every scar, every tear, every cry in the dark, they would taste it all.

But the Alphas had plans of their own. They would use her. Breed her. And when she was no longer of use… they would kill her.

But what will they do when the mysteries from the past start to uncover and lines of hatred start to fade into something else?

Was it too late to regret?

Sold To The Alphas I Hate

"Weren't you the one nearly crying for her a while ago? And now you want her gone?" Jason commented sarcastically.

I met their stunned gazes. "I don't want her to be tortured anymore. If leaving is what's best for her, then let her go. She doesn't deserve to be tormented like this."

"So suddenly full of pity, huh?" Lucian sneered. "You were right that day—you're not the one who lost a sister, a mother, or a child. So of course it doesn't matter to you what she did to us."

"You're right," I said coldly. "It doesn't matter to me. But what the fuck are you all doing? Is she the first criminal our pack—or any pack—has ever had? We've dealt with traitors before. Every one of them was given a quick death after some torture of probably a day or two. Not one was left to rot and suffer like her. Not for six goddamn years."

Possesive Kael