Sold To The Alphas I Hate - Chapter 275

Chapter 275: My Son
Kael’s POV

As she was finally calm, I wanted to tell her the full truth — how I learned everything, how everything connected — but then I saw her lean into Roman, letting herself rest.

The emotional storm she had just gone through had drained her completely. And with the pregnancy… her body was already exhausted.

It wouldn’t be right to overwhelm her with more now. I have to wait for a while.

“Are you alright?” Roman asked her softly, holding her protectively with both arms wrapped around her.

“I’m just tired,” she whispered back, barely audible, closing her eyes as she let her face rest against his chest.

“You need to rest,” I told her quietly. My hands still holding hers, caressing it gently. “You’re pregnant, that’s why you’re feeling so many changes. You’ll feel exhausted often. I’ll ask Liam to do something to help.”

She let out a tired little hum — a small sound, yet enough to show she had heard me.

“I’ll cook something delicious for you. You might feel better,” Lucian said gently. “Anything particular you want to eat?”

“Brownie and ice cream,” she murmured sleepily. “Chocolate one. Slight burn. No nuts”

The smallest hint of comfort in her voice brought relief to all of us — she was opening up enough to express what she wanted… even down to details.

“I’ll get the ice cream,” Jason added immediately. “Which flavor do you want?”

“Cookie crush,” she replied without opening her eyes, snuggling deeper into Roman as if talking itself required energy.

Jason’s expression softened — almost relieved. She didn’t look at him… but she responded. Maybe her cravings were stronger than her resentment.

She liked everything in chocolate, cocoa falvour. It made me wonder is her choice of taste is influenced by her pregnancy.

This also made me wonder, Is she carrying a girl child or a boy?

Though, I was fine with any, deep in my heart I wished to have a daughter just like her mother. We already had one son.

But then, she was willing to have this child was more than I could even even ask for.

Jason and Lucian quietly moved toward the kitchen to prepare everything she wanted — almost as if fulfilling her requests was a duty.

Just then, the sound of a door opening echoed softly.

We looked toward Roman’s room.

Raven had woken up and stepped out, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

“Good morning, bud,” Rafe said with warmth, already getting up to go to him.

“Is he awake?” Eira mumbled, her voice tired, words fading into Roman’s shirt.

“Don’t worry. We’ll take care of him,” I reassured her gently. “If you want, you can sleep inside the room.”

She shook her head weakly, refusing, still curled in Roman’s embrace — as if letting go now would take strength she didn’t have left.

I stood and walked toward Raven, my steps slow, my breathing steady — carrying new weight.

A father approaching his son.

Rafe knelt before him and gently caressed his hair. “Had a good nap, bud?”

Raven nodded, still rubbing his sleepy eyes.

“Daddy Lucian and Jason are getting brownie and ice cream. Want to have some?” Rafe asked, his voice warm and playful.

Raven nodded quickly — almost eagerly.

Rafe chuckled softly. “You’re a foodie just like your mommy.”

I reached him then, standing close, just watching him — silently.

That’s my son.

Standing right in front of me.

A piece of my soul, my blood, my existence.

My chest tightened with emotions so intense I could barely breathe.

Raven looked up at me. His gaze was innocent, questioning. He must have wondered why I wasn’t speaking. Why I was just staring…

I was trying to convince myself — fully, deeply — that what stood before me wasn’t a dream.He was my child.Mine.

Slowly, Raven lifted his arms toward me, wordlessly asking to be held.

My heart nearly stopped.

Even without knowing the truth… he already chose me.

I picked him up carefully, as if he was fragile glass. He immediately snuggled against me, his small head resting on my shoulder, his tiny hand slipping around my neck — trusting, secure, content.

Rafe stood and watched us with a smile that held more meaning than words.”Kids truly have great senses to recognise who’s theirs. And Raven is smart.”

I understood what he meant. And it only overwhelmed me more.

I gently caressed Raven’s back, feeling his warmth, the steady beat of his small heart — memorising the weight of him in my arms.

“Do you want to sleep more?” I whispered.

In response, he buried his face deeper at the base of my neck and gripped my shirt tighter — as if he didn’t want to be anywhere else.

“Sleep then,” I murmured, and slowly paced across the drawing room, holding him close.

My son.

The words echoed in my chest again and again.

I lowered my head and inhaled his scent — instinctive, primal, consuming.

My pup.

My wolf stirred, claws scraping against the inside of my ribcage — possessive, protective.

And then another emotion rose with it — darker, sharper, merciless.

I had seen my son suffer. Every night in nightmares that weren’t dreams, but memories.

Asher.

His name tasted like poison.

I was going to make that bastard pay — in blood, in screams, in regret so deep he’d beg for death long before I allowed it.

No one touches my child and lives.

No one.

I calmed myself before my thoughts could grow darker — because Raven was in my arms.His warmth grounded me. His breathing steadied mine.

He wasn’t asleep; he was simply content… enjoying being held.

Every child should feel like this with their father… shouldn’t they?

Past five years he must have missed this warmth. How lonely, lost and scared he must have been all these years and learned to mask it behind his silence.

My heart hurt to even think about it.

“Alright. Brownie and ice cream here,” Lucian finally announced, clearing the heavy emotions rising in my heart.

Jason and Lucian brought everything to the sitting area instead of the dining table, placing it on the center table for everyone — a silent consideration so Eira didn’t have to move much.

Roman, who had been sitting completely still to avoid disturbing her, gently caressed her cheek.”Eira. Time to eat.”

She nodded softly and began shifting upright.

“Raven, time to eat,” I whispered, carrying him to the sofa. I sat beside Eira with him between us.

She smiled faintly at Raven. “It smells great, isn’t it?”

Just seeing him awake and sitting near her was enough to pull her out of her exhaustion.

Raven nodded eagerly, waiting patiently.

Not just Eira — Raven too had changed.Both of them were finally expressing what they liked… not suppressing themselves anymore.

Roman handed Eira her share, while I paid attention to Raven.

Mother and son began eating together, their delightful expressions told me how happy there were to eat it.

Those two are my life.