Sold To The Alphas I Hate - Chapter 188

Chapter 188: Raven’s Eating Preference
Lucian’s POV

I looked at the peaceful view of Eira and her child watching TV while sitting side by side. She looked at peace as she must be watching TV after so many years. Even in our home, she just cooped herself in that very corner. The arrival of her son might start a change in her.

Rafe was sitting next to Raven, commenting once in a while at certain foolish things in the movie, and Raven nodded to him, as if agreeing.

Raven was holding a hamster in his lap, which he got from Eira when she came to him. And she allowed him.

I was worried about the kid, and it somehow unsettled my heart in a way I couldn’t control. The thought of what they might have done to him was killing me inside.

What happened with Eira, because of our fault, I wasn’t over it yet. And if it was the same with her child, I was not sure how I or any of us were going to forgive ourselves. The weight of our guilt was only increasing, instead of lessening anymore.

“Alright! Everything’s ready,” Roman announced, and went to them. “We can have dinner now.”

“Let’s have dinner,” Rafe told Raven, who nodded. Then he looked at Eira. “Little one, come.”

She offered him a narrowed-eyed gaze, anger hiding beneath it. She clearly didn’t like being called what Rafe was calling her.

“Something got in your eyes, Caldwell?” he asked with a smirk. “Clean it and come to the dining table. Raven is starving, so don’t make him wait.” And he walked towards the dining table holding Raven’s hand.

Kael got the hamster from her hand and said, “You go. I will keep him in his cage.”

She nodded lightly and followed the other two.

Kael served food for the other pets as well and returned to the dining table. He sat in his chair, the head of the family one. On his left was Eira, while on his right was Raven, with me next to him and then Jason.

Roman was on Eira’s side, and Rafe changed his seat to sit next to Roman now. The family of seven looked perfect. More chairs would be added, and the seating arrangements would keep changing as hopefully new members were added to the family in the future.

I wondered—now that Kael and Eira had mated, could we expect to have another child in the family soon?’I hope it’s a girl, and I will name her Alice,’ the thought pleased me.Even if it would be Kael’s child, it would be equally ours.

The food was served, and we were ready to eat.”I hope you like it,” I said. “But if you don’t, later you can tell me what you prefer to eat. I will cook right away. I’m an expert chef.”

“Since when?” Rafe commented teasingly. “All these years, we didn’t know.”

“You bloodsucker, keep quiet and eat,” I warned him. “Don’t make me talk something bad in front of a kid.”

Rafe scoffed. “Kids need to learn, so when they grow up, they won’t be losers. Keep talking your usual way. If not, I’m going to teach him very soon anyway. Some sweet little curses and foul talk suitable for the little guy.”

This bastard wouldn’t listen anyways, but I wanted to be a good parent to Raven. The bad things, he will learn when he grows up a little more.

I looked at Kael. “We need to keep this bastard away from Raven.”

Before Kael could say anything, Rafe added, “There—he learned his first word. Bastard.” Then he called for Raven. “Hey bud, remember the word ‘Bastard’ you learned from daddy Lucian.” He smirked at me.

Raven simply looked at him and then turned eating.

I wanted to say more, but Roman interrupted, “Whose daddy? Raven’s or yours?”

I glared at Roman while Rafe scoffed. “The way he keeps nagging me all the time, maybe mine as well.”

“In your dreams. Shut up, you bastard,” I spat, and turned to Raven—only to sigh at the sight.

He was quietly eating with a fork and knife, practiced and at ease. His small fingers didn’t struggle at all. He ate gracefully.

I looked at him, then at Kael. Both of them were quiet, eating like sophisticated gentlemen, no rush at all.

“Kael wasn’t enough to make us feel like wildlings—now our little guy is adding even more sophistication,” I commented.

Other than Kael, the rest of us weren’t slow and refined. Roman was, a little, since he was a businessman.

But the rest of us? We used our hands directly unless something strictly required a spoon. For god’s sake, we were werewolves—we tore into prey with our jaws and teeth. What the fuck was with this fork and knife business?

Even Eira was like us. She barely touched a spoon, drinking soup straight from the bowl. Given how she had spent her life past six years, it was understandable.

“Forget about bad words, first we need to teach him to eat like us,” I mumbled. “He should be our wild little wolf.”

Rafe and Jason clearly agreed.

Raven ate everything without a single complaint.

“Which one did you like the most?” I asked.

His gaze swept over the leftovers in the pots, stopping at the chocolate pancakes. He pointed at them.

Damn. Just like Eira.

Eira froze mid-bite, forgetting to chew as her eyes landed on him.

“I knew it—kids like it,” I jumped in quickly, not letting her overthink it. “That’s why I made it.”

“When we first brought this kid into our home,” Rafe added smoothly, siding with me, “she liked it the most too.”

Raven and Eira just stared at each other, and all our breaths caught in our chests. Was she starting to piece it together? Would she see more signs that he was her son?

I cleared my throat to break the tension. “Which was your second favorite?”

He pointed again—this time at another dish.

“Oh, that’s Kael’s favorite,” I said with relief, thankful he hadn’t chosen something else Eira preferred.

Kael shot me a questioning look, as if to say, When did I ever say that was my favorite?

I only smiled back at him, silently telling him I knew him well. It really was his favorite—he could eat it every damn day without getting bored.

The only thing we still needed to confirm was celery. If Raven was allergic to it like Eira, then we had to be extra careful not to let her find out.