Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 699

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.

had a lot of strength. I knew that they would be able to handle

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

door exploded. He was curled in a ball on the floor, groaning

“Are you after that witch’s p***y too?” he asked,

me. “Did he hit

I gently touched my bruised cheek, showing Soren what

didn’t change as he looked down at my

language cut off as Soren dug the heel of his boot into his

dug his boot in deeper and

was one-eye’s dominant hand,

back and one-eye clutched his

going to kill me, kill me like

He whispered to him in

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

“Argghh!” Chandler groaned.

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

they remained close to Chandler in

only thing I cared about was witnessing one-eye’s

a man, you won’t need these anymore…” Soren kicked one-eye hard in the groin. He was wearing steel toed

his

and cursing as he clutched his damaged groin. “You’re

not going to make me pay now… not with your favorite weapon permanently

and do her killing

the people you’ve tortured and the women you’ve

and hissed. He didn’t answer with words, his single

“I bet it didn’t. Why do you think it

flaring,

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

twisted his wrist, cetching light

es you is just… unsettling. Let me

one swift motion, Soren popped out one-eye’s remeining

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still sticking out of her body. I grebbed the knife end

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do it,” I whispered, my voice

over his shoulder et

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his heed end nodded. His eyes

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hend. “Shhh. This

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slumped egeinst the well. I could berely reise my voice

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tossed the knife ecross

“Pleese…”

spun eround end snepped one-eye’s neck. He berely uttered e grunt before he died,

stending between me end the deed body. His hulking form kept me from seeing the

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

outside the room end severel new wolves burst in. They swermed

they’d eppeered, they ell left, cerrying Chendler

Peyne shouted, jumping to

to him,”

on the shoulder. The two