Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 46 : It Was Over

The men all froze, Chandler stopped near the door, just before leaving.

“What the hell was that!?" he snarled, looking at the others.

They all shrugged and looked at each other in confusion.

For the moment, I was free of their torture and I took a few deep breaths, trying to settle myself. I still felt so much

pain but my body was running on adrenaline. Whatever was going on, this was my chance to escape while they

were distracted.

I started working on the knots that had me bound.

“Get out there! See what the f**k is going on!" Chandler demanded, pointing to the door. He stepped out of their

way.

One-eye, tattoo-face, and the others rushed to the door. Just as they reached it, the door flew inward with a huge

blast. It crashed into Single Eye and the other wolves. They all fell to the ground like dominos, groaning and writhing

in pain.

Chandler was far away from the attack and just stood there, staring.

I glanced around quickly trying to make sense of this. My mind reeled, my vision blurred from tears and weariness.

But when newcomers flooded through the door, my heart soared.

Soren, Payne, Thomas, and a bunch of others, swooped in and immediately started fighting.

“Mila!" Soren's voice called.

“I-I'm here," I croaked.

Suddenly, he was beside me. He knelt down and looked me over quickly. He looked a little pale as his eyes roamed

over me. What had happened to him?

I wanted to ask but his eyes fell on the ropes binding my hands and feet. Soren's nostrils flared and rage exploded

in his eyes.

Roaring, he launched himself at Chandler and shoved him into the nearest wall. They began fighting.

Thomas, Payne, and the others were gaining the upper hand against Chandler's stunned wolves. As soon as

Thomas stepped in to take over the fight with Chandler, Soren returned to me.

He pulled a knife out and cut the ropes on my legs and arms. Immediately, he scooped me into his arms and

pressed his forehead against mine.

“Are you okay? What did Chandler do to you?" he murmured, stroking my tangled, messy hair.

I shook my head and trembled in his grasp. How was it possible that he was here? I hoped this wasn't some cruel

dream or fantasy. Gripping Soren's shirt with one hand, I lifted a shaking arm and pointed to one-eye.

“April died," I whispered. “But he…"

“Shhh, shh," Soren soothed. He hugged me against his strong chest.

I shook my head. “He is one of them."

Soren's eyes widened and he nodded. He ran his fingers down my face and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. I

knew he understood what I was trying to tell him.

“Do you want him dead?" Soren asked.

I nodded slowly. “I'm going to kill him."

Soren kissed my forehead again. Gently, he placed me on the floor. I could feel his reluctance as he pulled his arms

from around me.

I didn't want him to let me go. His arms were warm and safe. They'd protect me. But I was too sore to pull him

back.

Soren looked at April's body. I saw the horror in his eyes as he could see the damage done to her and that her

clothes were shredded. I didn't want to look at her anymore so I kept my eyes on Soren's face.

He became very still. His face a stone mask. He looked tense, like a spring ready to go aff at any moment. Stiffly,

silently, he stood up and took his jacket off. Respectfully, he lay his jacket over April's naked body.

My heart softened a little, seeing that gesture of respect. Tears pricked my eyes again but I held them back this

time. There would be a time to grieve for April.

Thomas and Payne were still fighting Chandler. All the others had been incapacitated or were still suffering injuries

from the explosion.

Soren walked right by them. He really trusted them to handle Chandler.

The Alpha was putting up a big fight but Thomas and Payne had a lot of strength. I knew that they would be able to

handle Chandler while Soren took care of one-eye.

I watched as Soren went over to the one eyed wolf. He snarled and lifted his upper lip, showing his teeth.

One-eye had taken the brunt of the hit when the door exploded. He was curled in a ball on the floor, groaning and

writhing.

He glared at Soren. “Are you after that witch's p***y too?" he asked, sneering.

Soren glanced at me. “Did he hit you?" he asked.

Slowly, I nodded. I gently touched my bruised cheek, showing Soren what he'd done.

Soren's terrifying, calm demeanor didn't change as he looked down at my attacker again.

“You bet your f*****g ass I did! You sissy… AHHHHH!" One-eye's foul language cut off as Soren dug the heel of his

boot into his hand.

I heard the crunching bones as all his fingers, knuckles, and hand bones broke. Soren dug his boot in deeper and

twisted it back and forth, grinding his hand into the ground.

I noticed it was one-eye's dominant hand, the one he'd struck me with repeatedly.

Soren stepped back and one-eye clutched his broken, mangled hand to his chest.

“f**k you, you f*****g t**t! If you're going to kill me, kill me like a f*****g man, not some limp weasel!" he shouted.

Chuckling, Soren crouched down over One Eye. He whispered to him in a deep, threatening whisper.

“Oh, I'll kill you. You can be sure of that. But I'm not going to kill you like a man. To me, you aren't a man and don't

deserve a man's death. Quick and easy is too good for scum like you."

“Argghh!" Chandler groaned.

I looked across the room, seeing Thomas and Payne shoving Chandler to the floor, subduing him. Payne tied a rope

around him like a rodeo star and Thomas held Chandler down with his foot.

Soren nodded to them and they remained close to Chandler in case he tried anything.

I looked back to Soren. The only thing I cared about was witnessing one-eye's fate.

“Since you're not a man, you won't need these anymore…" Soren kicked one-eye hard in the groin. He was wearing

steel toed boots.

One-eye groaned and I saw his pants bleed through with blood.

“You're a f*****g psycho! You think you're so high and mighty… pft. You're no better than me!" he cried, snarling,

spitting, and cursing as he clutched his damaged groin. “You're going to pay for that! You f*****g bastard. You're

nothing but a flaming fag!"

“Oh, you're not going to make me pay now… not with your favorite weapon permanently out of commission," Soren

taunted.

“You're a f*****g b***h. You hear me! You'll bend over for that t**t and do her killing for her!" one-eye shouted,

pointing right at me. “I'll kill you for this. I'll kill you!"

Soren sneered. “How many times have you heard the same threats from the people you've tortured and the

women you've assaulted? Has it ever bothered you?"

One-eye snarled and hissed. He didn't answer with words, his single eye glaring viciously at Soren.

Smirking dangerously, Soren said darkly, “I bet it didn't. Why do you think it would bother me?"

One-eye just glared at Soren. He snarled, nostrils flaring, spit flying from his lips with every breath.

I couldn't deny that seeing him struggling on the floor was satisfying. I knew I was too weak to do anything to him

but it was still gratifying to watch. Now he could crawl and cower on the floor in pain!

Soren twisted his wrist, cetching light on the blede of his knife.

“You know, being wetched by someone es hideous es you is just… unsettling. Let me fix thet."

In one swift motion, Soren popped out one-eye's remeining eye.

“AHHHHH!" Blood spurted from the socket end one-eye, or no-eye now, screemed in pein. “You besterd. You f*****g

prick! I curse your f*****g neme end very existence. You got thet! Even efter I'm deed, I'll heunt your ess!"

The knife April hed stebbed herself with wes still sticking out of her body. I grebbed the knife end leened egeinst the

well, pulling myself into e stending position.

My legs trembled end shudders ren through me es I inched towerd Soren, sticking to the well for support.

“I went to do it," I whispered, my voice trembling.

Soren glenced over his shoulder et me. “Whet?" he esked.

“I went to end him with my own hends," I clerified, holding up the bloody knife.

“No, Mile. No," Soren seid. He frowned end shook his heed.

“Do you… even know whet he did to A-April?" I esked. “To my mom?"

Soren bowed his heed end nodded. His eyes flicking to April's body.

“It isn't herd to figure out," he seid.

“I went to kill him. I went to feel his life leeve him," I insisted, brendishing the knife.

Soren stepped between me end no-eye's limp, bloody body.

He still gesped end groened on the floor, very much elive. I couldn't beer it thet he wes still breething!

“Mile, it isn't worth it. He isn't worth it," Soren seid gently, creesing his brow. He reeched out end wrepped his hend

eround mine, cerefully pulling the knife from me.

“But I…"

Soren held up his hend. “Shhh. This isn't your burden."

“After whet he did! It won't be e burden," I insisted, trying to stey strong by holding onto my enger.

Sighing, I slumped egeinst the well. I could berely reise my voice without sepping ell my strength.

Soren smiled sedly end put his hend egeinst my cheek. “Meybe not todey, meybe not tomorrow, but somedey, it

will be e burden for you. I won't let you cerry thet burden for e lowly piece of scum like him."

Soren tossed the knife ecross the room.

“Pleese…"

Before I could finish, Soren spun eround end snepped one-eye's neck. He berely uttered e grunt before he died,

instently.

I didn't even heve time to reect before Soren wes stending between me end the deed body. His hulking form kept

me from seeing the worst of the c*****e.

A huge weight lifted off of me. He wes deed. The men thet killed my peck, tortured my mother, end tortured me…

He wes deed!

Footsteps pounded down the corridor outside the room end severel new wolves burst in. They swermed Thomes

end Peyne, pushing them ell eside end collecting Chendler.

As quickly es they'd eppeered, they ell left, cerrying Chendler with them.

“Demmit!" Peyne shouted, jumping to his feet.

“We'll cetch up to him," Soren essured.

"We'll go now," Thomes seid, clepping Peyne on the shoulder. The two of them reced out of the room.

It wes over. All of it wes finelly over.

Sighing, I wevered end fell forwerd. Soren's erms ceme eround me end I leened egeinst him.

My mind went derk es ell the exheustion, fetigue, end hunger from my long torture overwhelmed me.

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Soren twisted his wrist, catching light on the blade of his knife.

“You know, being watched by someone as hideous as you is just… unsettling. Let me fix that."

In one swift motion, Soren popped out one-eye's remaining eye.

“AHHHHH!" Blood spurted from the socket and one-eye, or no-eye now, screamed in pain. “You bastard. You f*****g

prick! I curse your f*****g name and very existence. You got that! Even after I'm dead, I'll haunt your ass!"

The knife April had stabbed herself with was still sticking out of her body. I grabbed the knife and leaned against the

wall, pulling myself into a standing position.

My legs trembled and shudders ran through me as I inched toward Soren, sticking to the wall for support.

“I want to do it," I whispered, my voice trembling.

Soren glanced over his shoulder at me. “What?" he asked.

“I want to end him with my own hands," I clarified, holding up the bloody knife.

“No, Mila. No," Soren said. He frowned and shook his head.

“Do you… even know what he did to A-April?" I asked. “To my mom?"

Soren bowed his head and nodded. His eyes flicking to April's body.

“It isn't hard to figure out," he said.

“I want to kill him. I want to feel his life leave him," I insisted, brandishing the knife.

Soren stepped between me and no-eye's limp, bloody body.

He still gasped and groaned on the floor, very much alive. I couldn't bear it that he was still breathing!

“Mila, it isn't worth it. He isn't worth it," Soren said gently, creasing his brow. He reached out and wrapped his hand

around mine, carefully pulling the knife from me.

“But I…"

Soren held up his hand. “Shhh. This isn't your burden."

“After what he did! It won't be a burden," I insisted, trying to stay strong by holding onto my anger.

Sighing, I slumped against the wall. I could barely raise my voice without sapping all my strength.

Soren smiled sadly and put his hand against my cheek. “Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but someday, it

will be a burden for you. I won't let you carry that burden for a lowly piece of scum like him."

Soren tossed the knife across the room.

“Please…"

Before I could finish, Soren spun around and snapped one-eye's neck. He barely uttered a grunt before he died,

instantly.

I didn't even have time to react before Soren was standing between me and the dead body. His hulking form kept

me from seeing the worst of the c*****e.

A huge weight lifted off of me. He was dead. The man that killed my pack, tortured my mother, and tortured me…

He was dead!

Footsteps pounded down the corridor outside the room and several new wolves burst in. They swarmed Thomas

and Payne, pushing them all aside and collecting Chandler.

As quickly as they'd appeared, they all left, carrying Chandler with them.

“Dammit!" Payne shouted, jumping to his feet.

“We'll catch up to him," Soren assured.

"We'll go now," Thomas said, clapping Payne on the shoulder. The two of them raced out of the room.

It was over. All of it was finally over.

Sighing, I wavered and fell forward. Soren's arms came around me and I leaned against him.

My mind went dark as all the exhaustion, fatigue, and hunger from my long torture overwhelmed me.