Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153: Fake Birth Date

Kael’s POV

The next morning, when I woke up, I didn’t get out of bed like before. I continued to lie facing her, closely observing her sleeping face as if carving her image into my mind.

I could barely sleep the entire night. Even in her sleep she was hurting, and I felt her pain. I stayed wide awake to comfort her—whenever she grew distressed, I coaxed her, whispered something to her restless wolf to calm it. In the middle of the night, I even removed the IV drip from her hand as it had run its course.

It was around dawn that she finally grew calm and slept peacefully. Her eyes were still swollen.

When she stirred in her sleep, I didn’t move. I wanted to see her reaction. If she glared at me and showed her hate, I wouldn’t waver—I would accept it silently.

Her brows knitted as if struggling to wake before her eyes slowly opened. When her vision cleared and settled on me, so close—just an inch apart—her eyes, still red, revealed how much she had cried.

What I had expected didn’t happen. She didn’t frown at my sight, nor did she glare at me. Instead, her eyes turned moist. She lowered her lashes slowly and turned around, turning her back at me. I could feel her body trembling lightly as she silently cried again.

Damn. It would have been better if she were angry at me—if she cursed me, kicked me out of this room, warned me to stay away. But... seeing her cry hurt far more.

I had to gather every ounce of courage to move closer. My hand wrapped around her, pulling her frail back against my chest, my hand covering hers. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"Eira," I said gently, "I am sorry."

In response, she only continued to cry, her sobs suppressed as she tried not to make a sound, but her trembling body betrayed how she was choking on her own tears.

"I’ve been such a jerk. I am the reason you suffered for so long," I continued, though no apology or regret could ever lessen my sins toward her. "You can hate me, get angry at me. You don’t need to forgive me either. Just... give yourself another chance. Let me make things right for you. That’s all I ask of you."

She didn’t respond. The pain and hatred she carried in her heart wouldn’t go away anytime soon—maybe never. But I was willing to keep trying, without expecting anything from her other than her happiness.

She continued to cry for a long time and didn’t push me away. Isla had already informed me her emotional episodes might continue for a long time, and we had to support her like a child, guiding her through things as she might not even have the will to move around.

After a long while, when she finally calmed, I told her softly, "You should get up. The sun has been out for a while, and your pets have already come by to knock on the door."

Not waiting for her, I let her go and stepped out of the bed. Getting to her side, I helped her sit and get out of bed, which she didn’t resist.

Her face and hair were a mess. "Let’s get you to freshen up." I held her hand and guided her to the bathroom.

I made her stand in front of the washbasin and the large mirror above it.

She didn’t move, so I stood behind her and ran my fingers gently through her hair, fixing the mess and tucking the strands behind her ears as I looked into the mirror.

I handed her the toothbrush and said, "I’ll get a hairband for you. You can brush your teeth till then," and I left.

Roman had arranged her things well in the wardrobe—everything she might need. It was like one side of the wardrobe belonged to her, and they were already living here like partners.

That bastard was truly better than us four.

I got the hairband and returned to the bathroom, but she was still standing motionless, staring at the toothbrush in her hand. I said nothing, tied her hair with the band, and took the toothbrush from her.

As if it were nothing unusual, I told her, "Let me help you."

I helped her brush her teeth, surprised at myself that I could actually do these things for others. If I ever had a child, maybe I wouldn’t be a bad father after all.

Once done, I cleaned her face with a warm, wet, soft towel. All the while, she stayed quiet, moving as if just going with the flow.

She looked better now.

"Don’t you want to use the toilet?" I asked hesitantly, feeling awkward to even bring it up. Alright, I wasn’t used to this. The last time I meddled in such things was with the small kids my parents had adopted, who were like my siblings—not with an adult, and certainly not with a woman.

She had been on IV for a long time, and I was sure her bladder must be full.

She looked at the toilet but didn’t move. I decided to treat her like Kaya, who I often had to take to the bathroom since she loved to trouble me whenever I returned home.

I guided her to the toilet, pulled her short dress up, lowered her panties, and made her sit on the toilet seat.

"Take your time," I said and left, not willing to make things awkward for her.

Damn it. Her birth date is fake.

I clenched my fists. How did I miss it?

What the hell her grandparents were thinking to have fake birth date for her? These old hags are truly suspicious. Just wait until I get my hands on you.

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Roman’s POV

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