Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142: How Rafe Got Vixen

Rafe’s POV

(Flashback — 6 years ago)

That day I was patrolling around the territory, just like the other Alphas under training. There had been news of a rogue werewolf targeting innocents, and we had been told to look for them.

I didn’t know that while doing so, I would catch a familiar, tempting scent that almost brought out my innate vampire instincts—instincts I successfully suppressed thanks to my werewolf side that helped me counter it. But it was always on the brink of failing whenever that scent hit me. Her scent.

Eira.

She was returning home from school, walking alone on that deserted path, and it was already getting dark.

Standing in the woods, my gaze lingered on her. Isn’t she afraid of going home alone? Why does her home have to be so isolated and away from others? Her family members are truly idiots. I frowned and decided to keep watch on her until she reached home.

I didn’t want her to be in danger from a rogue. Now, thanks to her, I had to do everything to catch that rogue so he wouldn’t harm her when she was alone like this.

Just then, I watched her stop and look around.

What now? Just go home so I can go after that rogue. I frowned inwardly, my worry for her safety gnawing at me.

Leaving the road, she started to walk toward the woods, searching for something.

What the hell? I felt like dragging her back home myself. Is she oblivious to the dangers for kids like her in the woods?

Miao!

She made the sound of a cat, and another sound came in response, which took me by surprise. She was responding to the cat’s cries and searching for it. She looked so adorable, so sweet, carefully making her way toward the sound. So pure and innocent—exactly the opposite of what I was.

My eyes narrowed at her. You should worry about yourself more than a random cat, silly girl.

Soon she found a hurt kitten and tried to coax it. She was kind—and her kindness was going to put her in trouble one day. She carried the kitten with her, and I followed her silently, not letting her know of my presence.

I wanted to keep protecting her.

When she reached her home, entirely isolated here in the woods, she hid the cat in the gaps between the boulders at the rear boundary of her home. I understood from her behavior that she was hiding the cat and couldn’t let her family know about it.

Sitting high up on the branches of a tree, I continued to watch her taking care of the cat. Even in the dark, she wasn’t afraid to come out of the house. That small kitten seemed to be her priority.

Once she returned home safely after treating and feeding the kitten, I left to search for the rogue werewolf. That night, we found it and killed it along with my other friends.

But after that, instead of returning to my home, I went to hers. I sat at the same boulder where she hid the kitten and looked up toward her window. The lights were off, and she was sleeping.

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