Sold To The Alphas I Hate - Chapter 182

Chapter 182: A Little Gentleman
Kael’s POV

Sitting on the sofa, I looked at the small figure entering the home with my three brothers.

The moment my gaze landed on him, I felt a strange touch of familiarity. Maybe it was because he was Eira’s child—and now she was my mate—that I felt this way.

Fluffy quickly reacted to the newcomer’s presence, barking a few times as he rushed toward them.

“Easy, Fluffy,” Jason told him, worried the barking might scare the kid.

I looked at Eira. She had noticed their arrival now, and without hesitation her gaze followed the boy, as if it was stuck on him. Why? Had she recognized her son in just one glance? Did she feel the same familiarity I felt?

Fluffy sniffed the boy here and there.

The kid wasn’t afraid of the huge dog marching toward him. Instead, he stayed calm until Fluffy was done, then simply stood still, looking at him.

Finally, the boy raised his hand and caressed Fluffy’s head—his expression still unchanged.

This kid is brave.

He was same as in picture, wearing his school clothes. he was taken away from the school it seems.

Well tailored Light blue pants and white shirt perfectly fitted on him, and his free hand held his jacket that was folded on his arm.

He looked like a little gentleman. Hair still set right, just a little messy due to travelling.

“Let’s head inside,” Lucian told him gently, and they walked toward us. Fluffy followed, already trying to stick to the newcomer as if he had accepted him.

When they stopped in front of me—and Roman, who was seated beside me—the boy looked at us with steady calmness. No fear, no hesitation. Just sheer composure, as though it didn’t matter who he was meeting or where he was going.

It was impossible to tell what he was even thinking. Just like in the pictures, he was calm in real life too—unlike other kids his age.

As I observed his face closely now, I glanced at Eira for a moment and realised, he didn’t look at her except for his eyes, light brown. He had surely taken after his father more.

“This is Raven,” Lucian introduced him to us, then looked at the boy. “Raven, this is Kael, our Alpha, our pack leader.”

Without missing a beat, the boy bowed his head lightly in greeting.

Impressive.

He was taught well.

“And this is Roman, our brother,” Lucian said. “Like I told you while traveling, we are five Alpha brothers. These are us.”

The kid bowed the same way to Roman before returning to his calm composure.

“Let me introduce you to another of our family members,” Lucian said, glancing at me. I offered him a nod.

Jason and Rafe stayed with us, while Lucian took Raven to Eira, who was watching us. Though she was holding her hamster in her hand, her attention wasn’t on him—it was fixed entirely on the boy.

I held my breath, waiting to see what she would say or do. My eyes didn’t leave her for even a moment. The other three were the same.

They stopped in front of Eira, who was sitting on the mattress. Mother and son were now face to face. Eira only looked at him, silent, as if frozen.

Lucian knelt on the floor to match both their heights. “Raven, this is Eira. Our mate, and Luna of this pack,” Lucian introduced.

Not officially, but since I had marked her, she was going to be Luna soon. And I loved hearing Lucian say it aloud.

Both mother and son just stared at each other quietly.

“Eira, this is Raven. From today he is going to live with us as our family,” Lucian added. “I hope you don’t mind.”

Eira didn’t reply—she only continued staring at the child as if lost in him. The boy remained quiet under her gaze.

“Eira?” Lucian called her softly.

She finally looked at him, as though waking from a deep slumber.

“I asked if you don’t mind Raven staying with us as family,” Lucian repeated. “Do you?”

She shook her head.

“Good,” Lucian said and turned to Raven. “Everyone agreed for you to be our family. So, you can consider her your mommy and us five as your dads, alright?”

Eira looked at Lucian again, surprise flashing on her face.

He looked steadily back at her. “A kid needs parents.”

Eira didn’t deny it, while the boy stayed calm through it all. Not a single word left his lips.

“Oh, these are our pets,” Lucian told him as they looked at Vixen, her kittens, and the hamster. “That cat’s name is Vixen, and we are yet to name her kittens.” He looked at the hamster in Eira’s hand. “And this eating monster is called Ham.”

Raven observed the pets quietly while Lucian added, “But if you want to play with them, you have to take Eira’s permission. Only if she allows you to. Alright?”

He finally gave a light nod.

“You must be tired after a long journey. Let’s freshen up and then eat something nice,” Lucian said to him.

Lucian, as much as he had a foul mouth and temper, was good with kids. He had taken care of his younger sister and her tantrums, so he knew how to talk and coax them.

Both of them returned to us, while Eira continued to glance at the kid whenever she could.

I thought she didn’t recognize him, or maybe she was confused. He was just a newborn when he was taken away, so it was difficult to recognize.

At the same time, I was wondering when and how to tell her it was her son. Maybe first confirm her mental state and then tell her at the right time. She might get angry for not telling her right away, but then—it was for her and her son’s own good.

Meanwhile Jason had poured a glass of water for Raven and brought it to him. “You must be thirsty.”

“First sit,” Lucian told him.

The kid turned around, neatly placed his jacket on the armrest of the sofa before he sat in a well-mannered way, unlike the kids who would just climb onto the sofa as they pleased.

His actions, his composure—that was of an adult, like he was trained to follow the royal mannerisms.

It wasn’t just me; Roman was as surprised as I was. While the other three seemed to have grown accustomed to it.

I looked at Lucian, who just raised his brows as if saying that’s how the kid was.

Jason offered him water. The kid accepted and drank slowly, gracefully, without any hurry.

I had so many kids in my home back then, but all were so cheerful, hustling all the time like kids should be.

But this one?

As much as it looked pleasing to the eyes, my heart felt it worrisome. He shouldn’t be this way. He should live like the kids of his age.

I couldn’t help but wonder what those people of RavenClaw had done to him. Were they so keen on teaching a five-year-old the strict manners that adults should follow?

Even my parents never forced these things on me, though I was a future Alpha. And if I had my own kids one day, I wouldn’t force it on them either. I would let them be like normal kids—creating mess around the home, turning it noisy, and doing everything kids do.