Sold To The Alphas I Hate - Chapter 233

Chapter 233: Eira’s Outburst- I
Kael’s POV

After shopping for a long time, Raven had a lifetime’s worth of clothes with him that needed a different car just to put his shopping in.

Everyone bought different things for him as per their own likings, including Raven, who got everything according to his own choices.

I was glad he didn’t hesitate and bought everything he liked.

The entire time we continued to wear the same customized T-shirts I got for everyone. The reason? I wanted Raven and Eira to feel like one of us — like a family.

I had already planned dinner outside for my family. Roman had booked the entire restaurant, as it was his job.

Everyone enjoyed the tasty meal, as everything was prepared according to each one of our tastes. Raven always ate what I preferred. Not sure if it was just a coincidence that his taste buds were the same as mine, or if he just blindly followed what I did.

Mid-meal, I got a call from Liam. I excused myself and went to the balcony area to talk, where once the glass door was shut behind, the others wouldn’t be able to hear what I said.

“I got the test reports,” Liam told me.

My heart was already racing to think about it — the DNA test result of Raven and Asher.

“What’s the result?” I asked and looked toward the dining table through the glass wall where Raven and Eira were still eating.

“DNA doesn’t match,” Liam told me. “Raven is not Asher’s son.”

I felt like a huge weight on my chest had been lifted. I could live with the fact that Raven’s father had already died, just as Eira claimed, rather than have someone alive whose blood Raven carried.

“Understood,” I managed to say, unsure what else to say about it.

I hung up the call, and just then Lucian came to me. The other three sitting around the dining table had their attention on me as well, but didn’t leave Raven and Eira alone.

“It’s out?” Lucian asked.

I hummed. “He is not the father.”I could tell Lucian was just as relieved as me.

“Shall we expand our search to find the real bastard?” Lucian asked.

“If possible, get the DNA samples of every top-tier Alpha alive. Don’t even leave the rogue ones,” I ordered. “Even if that fails, the day Eira is exposed to the world with her son, I’m sure whoever the bastard is will show up alive. No one will let go of his pureblood child. The bastard who abandoned Eira and her child must be some greedy asshole. He will come to get something in return for his son.”

“Got it.”

Lucian and I returned to the dining table. After dinner, we headed straight home. The other three got to know the result of the test as well.

By the time we reached home, Raven had already fallen asleep. I carried him in my arms and headed upstairs to take him to my room.

“Can’t you let him stay with me tonight?”

I heard a voice.

I stopped and turned to look at her, only to offer her the same response as before. “You can come to my room.”

Her soft gaze turned a little annoyed, but still in control.

“Will it hurt you to listen to me at least once?” she asked.

“He needs me at night,” I said, my hand gently patting Raven’s back.

“I can take care of him as well,” she insisted. “Trust me.”

“You can, but he prefers me,” I told her firmly, not showing any softness toward her pleading.

“How do you know he prefers you? I…”

“I’ll put him to sleep and return. Wait for me here,” I told her and turned to leave, ignoring her rising anger.

I glanced at my brothers. All of them were silent but were talking through the mindlink we shared.

‘Seems like time to face the storm.’

‘She looks like she wants to kill Kael.’

‘Don’t meddle in. I am sure Kael knows what he is doing.’

‘If she gets angry, let her be.’

Hearing them talk, I entered the room and put Raven in the bed. Covering him with a warm blanket and making sure he was in deep sleep, I left the room.

My room was soundproof, so even if something happened outside, it wouldn’t disturb Raven’s sleep.

She was restless and pacing around, her eyes darting to the staircase, waiting for me. The moment she saw me, she stopped.

“Tell me, why won’t you let him be with me?” she demanded impatiently as she stood facing me, her eyes filled with anger. “Do you think I don’t see how all of you are always around when I am with Raven, keeping watch on me? Like I am going to harm him or run away with him. I am his mother, but you don’t trust me.”

I simply looked at her calmly, standing in my place, unaffected by her anger.

“What do you want me to do to let you know I can take care of him? Why won’t you let me be with him alone, without being watched like hawks? Why won’t you….”

“Because you are not mentally fit to be with him. Your psychic condition is disturbed,” I said without a tinge of emotion — as cold and heartless as I could come out as.

“Not mentally fit?” she asked, utterly shocked. “Are you saying it because I killed that woman? I was just trying to protect my son.” She raised her voice. “I have been good to everyone, especially to Raven. And you say I am mentally unstable?”

“Yes! You are. And you need to acknowledge it so you can get better,” I told her. “Until then, you won’t get to be alone with Raven. He needs a mother who is stable and safe to be raised with. He deserves someone he is not afraid of but looks forward to finding protection in. And, at this moment, you are not the one.”

“So, you’re finding another excuse to torture me, like what you did before wasn’t enough, huh?” Her eyes had turned teary, her breathing a little shallow as the anger was taking over her.

“It’s for Raven’s sake,” I replied firmly, “and it will remain the same till the day I feel you are stable enough to be his mother in every way, and not just on paper.”

She clenched her fists, her chest heaving, looking helpless in front of me.

I looked at the other four and warned them to stay in their places, despite how much they wished to go to her and calm her.

Especially Rafe. My gaze this time was enough for him to know that he wasn’t allowed to disobey me — and he resigned in silence.

She paced around a little, as if trying to find a way out, but I knew in front of me she was only helpless. She shouldn’t be, but for now, it was the truth. Once she was all better, she would be allowed to make all of us helpless in front of her.

My brothers had their expressions tense, seeing her this way.

Finally, she picked up the paperweight from the center table she was pacing around and hurled it at me without a tinge of hesitation.

I caught it effortlessly before it could even touch me. I offered her an impassive gaze.

It angered her even more. Her faced of calmness was being teared up.

“You bastard, you call me mentally stable?” She came to me and stood close, her hands clutching my T-shirt at the chest in a hateful hold, despite her shorter height than mine. Her red eyes glared into my calm ones. “And whose fault is it?”

I remained unshaken, simply looking into her eyes.

She tightened her hold. “It’s your fault I am like this. You are the one who caused me harm and ruined me entirely, and you blame me for being mentally unstable? You bastard, why did you do it to me?”

She breathed heavily, her chest heaving. I didn’t answer her, meeting her gaze calmly even now. I wished to know the extent of what was in her mind — the hateful part of it.

“If you hated me, you could have killed me when you came to prison, but what did you do, huh?” she gritted her teeth angrily, tears rolling down her grief-filled eyes. “You ordered them to hurt me, torture me, rape me. Why would you do it? Why didn’t you just tell them to kill me? Why?”

Her angry voice echoed in the drawing room, silencing even the air around.

My heart felt like it would burst at it. I never told them to hurt her that way… I never… I froze in my place. Who told her it was my order?

My brothers had the same shock as me. They looked at me as if I truly did it.

“You even sold me to the traffickers so I could suffer for life? You did it all. You are the reason I am like this, and now you blame me? You bastard, you are the one mentally unstable — a psychic monster who put a young girl through suffering in hell… You…” She choked finally on her tears and her anger-filled breathing.

Her body was shaking, her legs felt like they were giving up under the weight of her anger and emotional spell.

I held her to keep her steady.

She shrugged my hands away and looked at me, her tear-filled red eyes full of pain and hatred.

“Don’t touch me, you monster. All you ever did was hurt me again and again, every chance you got. You ruined me even back then. As if it wasn’t enough to hurt me that night, you want to keep doing it. You…you are such a…”

She fell short of breath and collapsed to the ground on her knees, choking on her own tears.