Sold To The Alphas I Hate - Chapter 225

Chapter 225: Not Home, But A Disaster
Jason’s POV

As we came out of the council hall, I pulled out the water bottle from the car and handed it over to Kael. He accepted it and turned to Eira.

“We can wash your hands,” he told her.

Despite wiping them, the blood stench was still strong and Kael and I didn’t want her to carry it. She would feel better getting rid of that shit, though simply washing with it wouldn’t be enough.

She let Kael pour water on her hands and she washed them. I offered her a dry cloth from the car to wipe them.

Just then, a car arrived there and someone stepped out of it.

Kaizan.

What was this bastard doing here, and why did he have to be always here whenever it’s about us? Couldn’t he take a break from following us?

“Seems like I am not late,” Kaizan said as he walked towards us.

Kael and I stood in front of Eira to block her from this bastard while Lucian and Roman stayed by her side.

He let out a dramatic sigh and shook his head. “I told you last time I’m not into brunets, so you can relax.”

“I am sure you have nothing to do with us, so why don’t you fuck off and head to the council already?” I asked coldly.

“Who said I’m here for the council?” the bastard asked as he stood in front of us with his usual smugness. “I might be here just for you, and to hand you over what you want the most.”

“I am sure we want nothing from you, so get lost,” I said and turned to Kael, “Let’s go.”

“Hmm, I don’t see the vampire. He asked me to be here for nothing then,” he said, ready to turn around.

“Rafe asked you to be here?” Kael asked.

“He sure did,” he replied and pulled a small package out of his trench coat pocket. “We made a deal a while ago — a blond bitch in return for someone’s blood sample.”

Damn. So this bastard was Rafe’s source to get a DNA sample of the Alpha of RavenClaw Pack?

“Hand it over then,” Kael said, “The bitch will be available after a month.”

“Oh! Alpha Kael himself said it, so I can surely trust him,” Kaizan said, “I have waited for long six years, so another month’s wait is nothing. But I want her in an unharmed state. Not a single scratch on her.”

This bastard sure had some twisted interest in her just as Rafe said, and he wouldn’t stop unless he gets her. Rafe’s judgement for such things could always be trusted. Becasuse Rafe himself was crazy and twisted just like this bastard, and highly unpredictable. If not from the rival packs, Rafe and Kaizan might have been brothers.

“Sure!” Kael agreed after a moment of silence.

A bitch like Sophia might pee her pants and reveal everything without even having to harm her for real.

Kaizan tossed the package toward us and I caught it.

“Know that it wasn’t an easy task to get it,” Kaizan said.

“Don’t expect us to thank you. It’s a deal, not a favour,” Kael added.

“So arrogant, as always,” he scoffed a little. “Hearing those few sweet words of gratitude from you… maybe one day, I’ll get it.”

“You would be disappointed,” Kael told him, and turned to look over his shoulder. “Get her in the car.”

Lucian hummed and took Eira to sit inside the car, while Roman acted like a shield, to block from Kaizan’s gaze.

Kaizan smirked, “You people truly have no idea about anything.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

The smirk on his lips widened. “Keep hiding her. Good for you.” And the bastard turned to go back to his car as he waved to say goodbye, “I’ll wait to receive that blond bitch soon. Don’t forget your part of the deal.”

I wondered what he meant? Was he aware of Eira’s existence with us and her past? This bastard seemed to know more things than he let out. But getting them out of him wouldn’t be easy.

Kael handed over the package to Lucian. “Send it to Liam.”

Lucian hummed, and we didn’t talk about it. We didn’t want Eira to know what it was — Asher Valeric’s blood sample, to match his DNA with Raven’s and confirm whether Raven was Asher’s son.

In my heart, I prayed that the result would come out negative.

—-

While returning home, all of us were sitting quietly in the car. No one truly knew what to talk about. Though that woman was hateful, she was still Roman’s mother.

I focused on driving and glanced at Eira once in a while through the rearview mirror. Unlike her angered self, now she was entirely different—calm and detached from the world as she stared outside the car blankly.

I was aware that Kael intended to use her to get rid of Roman’s mother, and I agreed with it as well for the sake of protecting Roman. But I never thought it would happen this way.

Seeing her clawing out someone’s heart with her bare hand and crushing it as if it was nothing was something I could never imagine her doing.

Because, in the past, she was so innocent and vulnerable that even the slightest thing would scare or embarrass her. She was kind and far from any cruelty. This dirty world had truly changed her. My Eira was no longer the same girl, and I was one of those responsible ones.

Midway during the journey, Eira fell asleep. Kael moved toward her and let her head rest against him so she could sleep peacefully.

Using her wolf power all of a sudden when she wasn’t used to it must have tired her out.

Finally, we reached home. But the moment we stepped out of the car, we felt the home was unusually quiet. It had been barely a few hours since we were away. What could those two do at home alone?

Rafe was a monster, but Raven was a good kid. I was sure everything was fine and both must be quietly sitting somewhere, playing puzzle games.

We headed inside the home, Lucian and Roman ahead of us. The moment they stepped inside the main door of the home, both of them froze in place.

“What the hell?” Lucian commented. “Are we in the wrong home?”

Roman stood frozen to comprehend what he was seeing.

I went to them and realized how wrong I was to think they must be solving some puzzles quietly.

With Rafe left alone with a kid, and no one among us to watch over him, we should have expected this.

“Not home, but a disaster,” I mumbled under my breath.

Kael and Eira came to our side as well and their reaction was no different from ours.