Sold To The Alphas I Hate - Chapter 166

Chapter 166: New Family Members
Kael’s POV

After Liam left, we busied ourselves with our work. Lucian and Jason had gone out to his team to plan how to get Eira’s child into our hands safe and sound, without creating any trouble or even letting the enemy know where the child had gone.

It would be impossible to hide him forever, but at least it would buy us more time to plan further on how to keep that child with us when the Alpha of RavenClaw Pack and the Council tried to intervene.

Roman had gone to take care of office work, and Rafe was outside the home—not sure what he was doing.

Eira looked calm now after her anger episode with Liam. She hated her wolf, and it wasn’t a good thing. And if she hated the thought of mating with any of us, she would end up hating not just her wolf but also the one who mated with her.

Damn! Such a dilemma regarding her first heat, and there was no way to delay it.

For a while now, Eira had been after Vixen, who looked restless and wasn’t eating anything. In fact, the cat had abandoned food, it seemed, and I wasn’t sure if she had even eaten anything the night before when we weren’t home.

“Kitty, you truly don’t want to eat?” Eira asked her.

She still called her by the name she had given her cat, and not by Vixen.

“Your babies will starve if you won’t eat,” she repeated, trying her best to make the cat eat.

I put my work aside and went to her. “What happened? Is she not well?” I asked.

She was unwilling to talk to me, but did it for the sake of her pet.

“Call her vet,” she said.

I pulled out the phone and made a call to get the vet who had checked Vixen before to come home. Once done, I told her, “He will be here soon.”

She didn’t respond. I knelt next to them and tried to touch Vixen, but the cat angrily miaowed at me as if she didn’t want me to touch her.

Well, I was never close to her, or petted her, but she had never behaved like this before.

“Something is wrong with her,” I commented. “Is she going to give birth?”

“She is,” she said angrily, “and she doesn’t like you touching her, so stay away.”

Not a single good word she could say to me, and we were here on the topic of mating with her. Her hatred towards us was like she would rather die than mate with me or any of us. And I knew it really well.

I stood up, not wanting to anger her more. The vet was going to be here soon anyways.

Vixen got away from Eira and snuggled into the far corner next to the wall-sized glass window. She scratched at the wall and the floor around it a few times, purring and letting out soft cries once in a while.

Meanwhile, Rafe had returned, carrying three big cardboard boxes with him.

“What is it for?” I asked.

“For my cat,” he said, and went to the corner where Vixen was trying to glue herself as if it was her place and no one else was allowed there.

He put the cardboard boxes in a line and told her, “This is for you. Get in.”

It confused me, as she already had her place—a better one than these boxes. Maybe the pregnant cat needed some changes. That’s what I concluded.

Vixen didn’t move. Instead, she angrily miaowed at him. So Rafe picked her up, despite her warning to stay away from her and not touch her.

“Easy. I am doing it for you,” he told her, and put her inside one box. It had thick, soft, warm cushions at the bottom and was big enough that at least three cats could stay inside comfortably.

“She doesn’t want it, so don’t force her,” Eira told him angrily.

“I know what’s good for my cat, Caldwell.” Rafe turned to look at her while still kneeling next to the box. “Maybe you would like to take some time out from sulking all the time and look for what a cat needs when she is about to give birth.”

Only Rafe could say whatever he wanted and she would listen.

Eira simply frowned at him but stayed quiet. Clearly clueless about it, and I was no different.

Just as Rafe said, Vixen was now comfortable inside the box, and she liked it. She had looked agitated a while ago, but she looked better inside the box.

The bastard was thoughtful and had already prepared for his pet. If not for the issue with Eira’s scent, he would have been probably the closest person to her now.

Rafe continued, “She hasn’t eaten anything since last evening, and now she is agitated and restless. She is going to give birth today if I am not wrong.”

“I know,” Eira said in a tone that meant, you don’t need to tell me, and she walked over to her cat in the box.

Rafe, who was kneeling next to the box, stood up like a wall between her and the cat.

“Don’t go to her,” he said sternly.

“My cat’s in pain. She needs me,” she told him angrily. “Get lost.”

“She doesn’t need you,” he insisted.

“What do you know about giving birth, you bastard male. Only knows to fuck and get away with it,” she mocked and was about to push him away.

But Rafe held her hands and pulled her against him instead, in a strong hold that left her unable to protest.

She glared at him. “Bastard, let me go.”

“Will you ever learn to listen when someone is trying to tell you something?” he replied calmly. “She doesn’t need you. Even if she loves you, at this moment she is not your pet but a cat, a wild animal giving birth, who considers everything around her a threat to her babies. So, stay put and don’t interfere.”

She finally relaxed in his arms.

“You can take a look once in a while, but don’t be around her like glue, and don’t touch her. Got it?” He added.

She nodded quietly and he let her go. She had one look at her cat and then returned to sit in her place. But the anxiousness was clear on her face. It was obvious how difficult it was for her to not go to her cat in this situation.

God damn it! How these people—Roman, Rafe, or Lucian—handled her so well all the time, while I was nowhere close. I truly didn’t know what to do.

I picked up that lazy and foodie hamster from his cage and put it in front of her, so it could divert her attention. She held him and started petting him.

Rafe and I went to the sofa, leaving the cat and her master alone.

After a while, the vet arrived, and he confirmed Vixen was indeed going to give birth.

It took more than an hour before Vixen finally gave birth. Just as Eira said, she had four kittens. It was surprising to think how Eira knew such an exact number, and she was damn sure about her claim.

Did she have any secret trick up her sleeve, like that secret power she used when she saved Lucian?

After a while, everything was set — Vixen was now comfortably lying in a clean, warm box with her four kittens feeding from her.

The vet instructed, “Mother and the kittens are entirely healthy. No complications and nothing to worry about. Keep them warm and clean, and provide her with lots of food and water. Do not go to her or touch the kittens. Let her get ready and allow you to touch her kittens on her own.” He gave a few more instructions.

By the time the vet left, the other three had returned home quickly when they learned what was going on here, probably worried and excited to see the new members of our family.

We stood a little away from the box but couldn’t take our eyes off them. For the first time Eira was standing calm and didn’t mind our presence close to her, as she stood just next to us, next to me. Maybe in her moment of happiness she didn’t realise who was standing beside her.

“Two are like Vixen, and the other two are entirely black,” Roman said.

“Seems like they took after their father,” Lucian commented.

“And now I know the bastard who fucked my daughter is a damn black cat,” Rafe said in a sharp tone that made it clear he would kill any black cat he found nearby.

“Thanks to him we got new family members,” Jason said. “It’s time to forgive him.”

Rafe let out a heavy, angry sigh. “That was the first and last time he came near my cat. If I see him again, I will feed him to wild wolves.”

We didn’t doubt his words.

I looked at the woman next to me. She was happy, there was finally warmth on her face, pleasant calmness, but her eyes were moist. Not with pain, but with something else.

Was she remembering the day she gave birth and held her own child?

It made my resolve of bringing her child back to her even stronger. It won’t take long now.