Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 109

Chapter 109: Eira’s Real Confession From The Past

Romans’ POV

After leaving Caston’s, Rafe and I headed to the office. I had work to catch up on since Kael was absent, while Rafe had to continue the investigation concerning Eira.

I spent the entire day in the office, yet my mind refused to focus. Every thought kept circling back to what I had learned. I leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes, trying to make sense of it all.

How was I going to tell Kael that his girlfriend—the woman he believed to be the mother of his child—might have been involved with our enemy? I wasn’t even sure if I should feel relief or grief if the child Sophia had lost wasn’t his.

By evening, Rafe returned to the office, slumping onto the couch with a heavy sigh.

"Got everything?" I asked.

He nodded, fidgeting with the small device in his hand, his expression dark. It was clear he wasn’t pleased with what he had discovered.

"What is it?" I pressed.

"Not sure," he admitted, "I might need to dig deeper."

I stood, stretching. "Office hours are over, and so is my work. Let’s head to the hospital."

Rafe rose quickly, matching my urgency. Today was Eira’s procedure, and Kael was the only one accompanying her. We needed to be there, to make sure she was alright.

"Any idea where Lucian and Jason are?" I asked.

Rafe pulled out his phone and dialed Jason’s number. "Where are you?"

"Missing me already?" came the teasing reply, but it was Lucian who answered.

"I called Jason, but clearly you miss me more. Speak up," Rafe shot back. "If you’re satisfied to hear my beautiful voice, at least tell me where you are."

"We just got home," Lucian said, "freshening up before heading to the hospital."

"Want to look your best in front of her?" Rafe countered. "I’m sure she would prefer to be blind than see you anymore."

"She’s been operated on, and we can’t carry dirt into her room," Lucian replied coldly. "You’d better clean up as well. Who knows what bitch you hunted for blood. Leave the filth outside." And with that, he hung up.

Rafe and I exchanged a glance. "I’ve been in the office all day, but you..."

Rafe frowned. "We need to use the lounge."

We returned to my office and entered the lounge attached to it, a compact space with a drawing room, a side open kitchen, and a bedroom. Even Kael’s office had a lounge like this, though his was much bigger and far fancier.

The lounge always had everything we needed.

Rafe dumped his clothes into the laundry basket. "Get me some clothes and step into the bathroom."

I handed him a fresh set of clothes, then caught my reflection in the mirror. "After meeting so many people today, I should probably bathe as well."

I tossed my clothes into the laundry basket and stepped into the bathroom, where Rafe was already under the shower. It wasn’t anything new for us to bathe together or see each other naked. Back in the forest, by river streams, this had been routine.

Rafe moved aside to make space, and we both stood under the warm cascade.

Soon we were ready, fresh and clean. Rafe ran his fingers through his dark, half-dried, shoulder-length hair, setting it into place.

"I never thought you’d be the considerate type toward her," I teased, catching his reflection in the mirror. "I thought you hated her."

"Didn’t we all?" he replied casually, meeting my gaze in the mirror.

"But you hated her even before that incident," I pressed, smirking. "Claimed you couldn’t stand her scent. What changed?"

"If that’s what you believe," he said, stepping aside so I could see myself in the mirror, "hurry up. You’re not a groom getting ready for a wedding."

There wasn’t much difference in our outfits. He wore a long-sleeved olive green T-shirt and black pants; I wore a dark brown shirt and lighter pants. Yet he dared call me a groom.

"Just a while ago, one groom was standing here in my place," I muttered, glancing at him.

"This is how I usually get ready," he said.

"So do I," I shot back, adjusting my shirt.

With our playful bickering over, we left the office together. By the time we reached the hospital parking lot, Lucian and Jason had just arrived. Both were fresh and ready, looking just as composed as we were.

"More of the grooms," Rafe commented, watching Lucian and Jason step out of the car.

I chuckled. "And I’m sure the bride wants none of us. She’d probably kick us all out and file for divorce before the wedding even starts."

"That’s for pathetic humans to do," Rafe said, smirking. "We just mark the one we want."

"This one doesn’t want us anymore," I said casually, though the truth stung.

"What are you two rambling about?" Lucian asked, his voice laced with suspicion.

"Rafe was saying you look totally fuckable, all fresh and hot," I replied, giving him a teasing glance.

Lucian raised an eyebrow and shot Rafe a look. Rafe frowned. "Want to believe him, or plan to visit her first?"

The comment snapped us all back to reality. We headed to the elevator in silence.

"How is she?" Lucian asked finally.

"Kael said she’s fine, and that bitch Sophia went through the procedure too," I explained.

The mention of Sophia drew only a collective hum. Her name seemed to prick everyone’s nerves.

"What did you get from Kaizan?" Lucian pressed.

Kael’s POV

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