Sold To The Alphas I Hate - Chapter 183

Chapter 183: Eira: Is He My Son?
Eira’s POV

After what Roman told me, I didn’t want to think about anything.

Their pain, my pain—why did it have to be this way? Despite whatever they say, it won’t change the suffering I had gone through. Even if I want to forgive them, I would never be able to forget even if I want to.

The scars that are left behind are so grave, they won’t ever heal. Even if I don’t want to remember or feel anything from past six years, every corner of my mind is stuffed with it, leaving me no escape. It’s like all that abuse, hurt, and torture ran in my body instead of blood, and it will leave me only when I am dead.

Will there be any escape from it?

There wasn’t. They should accept it as well. They can’t change me. I was beyond rescuing now. Only if they had come for me earlier, only if they had not left me to suffer for so long.

I had busied myself with my pet, so neither they nor I had anything to do with each other. Because I knew nothing good would come out of my mouth if I had to speak, it was better to stay quiet.

Just when I made sure to detach my consciousness from any disturbing thought or anything around me, something happened that touched my senses. As if the air around suddenly changed, it felt soothing to breathe.

Just then Fluffy barked and ran towards the entrance of the home.

My gaze followed him, only to see him approaching a small figure at the door. My gaze stuck on him, that little boy like a little gentleman, calm and composed even when Fluffy barked at him.

Who is this boy?

I felt unable to look away from him. He looked around the same age my son should be.

Is it my son? Have they brought him? Finally, can I be with him?

I felt my heartbeat rising at the thought as I watched him going towards the others.

I am a mother, so I should be able to tell if he is my son, right—even if I don’t know how he looks now.

They talked to the boy, while I registered nothing of it. My mind was busy concluding whether he was my son.

Anyways, they will tell me if he is my son. Or why would they bring him here? For me only. They are trying to make things right with me, so they want to give me my son. This conclusion made me feel happy and positive. I can be with him forever now. I will take him away so nothing could separate him and me. Just tell me that’s my son.

Then, they turned to me. Each heartbeat thumped in my ears louder than before. Some negative thoughts started to spill in.

If he is my son, they said they will kill him and his father. But they don’t seem to want to kill this kid. So… is he not my son? My heart skipped a beat, a fright gripping me.

So many things ran through my mind like a storm and none made sense. It was a mix of positive and negative thoughts that felt more like gibberish. One moment, the thought was hopeful, the next moment it wasn’t. My mind was a mess. Why am I like this? I wanted to pull my hair out just to be able to think straight.

These Alphas won’t tolerate their mate having a child with someone else. Shall I tell them who is the father of my child? They won’t kill him then. But let me first confirm it’s my son they brought. They will tell me if that’s him.

The kid stood facing me, Lucian kneeling beside him. I froze, my eyes searching every detail of this child, desperate for even the smallest sign that said he was mine. Maybe he would just call me mommy. I longed to hear it.

I was expecting Lucian to say, This is your son, but instead—

“Raven, this is Eira. Our mate, and Luna of this pack,” Lucian introduced.

Now say I am his mother, I begged silently, my heart pounding, while the boy continued to look directly into my eyes.

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

He didn’t say I am his mother. Just their mate and Luna. Is he not my son? Sadness gripped my heart.

“Eira?” Lucian called softly.

I looked at him, hoping this time he would tell me the boy was mine, but…

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

I shook my head. Why would I mind? This was their home and they could bring anyone they wanted—but why wasn’t he telling me the boy was my son?

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

I looked at Lucian again, a tinge of hope flickering in my heart. A kid needs parents, he said.

I could only agree silently, though sadness lingered inside me—because maybe he wasn’t my son after all.

Lucian introduced the boy to my pets, but still didn’t say a word about who he truly was. He returned to the others, taking the child with him, leaving me with nothing but silence in place of the answer I longed for.

My heart sank in, pain once more gripping me.

As they all talked, I observed the boy, because my heart wasn’t ready to give up yet.

He doesn’t look like me. Maybe he took after his father.

I looked at the kid carefully, then to the man who was his father, trying to compare both of their features.

But I couldn’t tell if the child looked like him. I had never seen him when he was a child as I was new to the pack, nor even pictures from his childhood days. We were never close for him to ever show me his childhood pictures.

At the same time, the child was so well-mannered, as if he had been raised in some rich family. He had clearly been brought up well.

Why would someone rich raise a whore’s child as their own?

Maybe he truly wasn’t my child. Maybe he was.

My mind began drafting countless ways of confirming the truth. Another mess of thoughts in the desperation to have my child back.

How could I be sure? I had only held him once after he was born. Should I go to him and hug him, try to feel if he its the same child? I remembered his scent from back then. Maybe if I inhaled it again closely, I could confirm. Or maybe I should just ask them directly whose son he was.

Lucian brought him. I should ask Lucian—though he hadn’t told me yet.