Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 163

Chapter 163: Rafe’s Teasing

Kael’s POV

The first light of dawn slipped across the trees, pale gold streaking the sky. My eyes opened slowly and the first thing saw was her. She was still snuggling in my embrace, now transformed into her human form, entirely naked, pressed against my naked human form.

Eira had shifted back sometime during the night, her wolf giving way to her human form. Now she lay pressed against me, her bare skin soft against mine. My arm cradled her head, her breath steady against my chest. My free hand curved around her shoulder, holding her close.

It was more intimate than just sleep. Too close. If she opened her eyes now... what would she think?

And it wasn’t just me—behind her, Lucian had shifted back too, , his naked body pressed close against her back. His arm was curled around her waist, holding her as though it were the most natural thing.

To us brothers, it was. We had long grown used to sleeping in each other’s presence, wolves or men. But for her? She might wake and think we were trying to do something with her.

How I wished... But no. I knew better.

Still, morning always stirred primal instincts. The temptation of her soft body pressed between ours, the scent of her filling the air—it was impossible not to feel the hunger coil in my blood. My wolf strained against the restraint I forced upon him.

Lucian stirred then, still half-asleep. Instinct guided him before thought—he nestled his face at the back of her neck, inhaling deeply, savoring the intoxicating scent she carried. A low rumble of pleasure escaped him.

But then his eyes opened fully, reality catching up with him. He froze, his gaze flicking to me. Over Eira’s sleeping form, our eyes met. His brow arched slightly, a silent question.

I gave a small, steady nod—assurance. She’s still asleep.

He slowly retracted his hand from her waist and then moved away from her, careful not to disturb her sleep.

The other three weren’t with us.

From the mild sound of water splashing, I understood they had gone into the water. Lucian stood up, stretched his naked form to shake off his sleepy slumber, and walked to the water body.

When we were here, it was impossible not to take a dip in the healing water. There was some healing property in this water for the wolves—it’s what my mother told me. I wasn’t sure how much truth was in it, but it was indeed relaxing whenever I went in.

"Bastards, already enjoying it?" I heard Lucian’s voice.

"Are you our wife to wait for you?" Rafe’s voice was heard.

Those two continued to argue like always, while I focused on the woman in my arms.

She stirred, her body shifting faintly against mine, her breath changing. My muscles tensed. I knew her waking wasn’t going to be pleasant for us.

Her eyes fluttered open. She blinked, once, twice, and found my face so close that the tips of our noses almost brushed. I held her gaze, calm and steady. She didn’t look away.

Slowly, daringly, I leaned just a little closer until my forehead rested gently against hers. Our breaths mingled in the cool morning air. For a heartbeat, everything felt quiet and right—no anger, no fear, just us, breathing the same air.

I could feel her wolf under her skin, tugging her toward me. Even as her mind tried to hate me, her instincts wanted to stay, wanted to close the distance. But...

The next moment her brows furrowed, her rational mind that only hated us took command now. She moved away from me, and I allowed her to, but the next moment she winced in pain.

Pain shot through her body, her muscles still raw from the first shift. She tried to swallow it, but her shoulders trembled.

I couldn’t stand by.

I moved to her, sliding an arm around her and pulling her gently back against my chest. She didn’t have the energy to resist. Her back pressed against my bare skin, her head fitting beneath my chin.

"You shifted for the first time," I whispered at the back of her neck, my voice low and steady. "Your body’s aching. It will get better after a few shifts. But till then... let me help you."

I shifted my hold, sliding an arm under her knees and lifting her effortlessly into my arms.

She glared up at me, her voice hoarse. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Helping you ease the pain," I murmured, already moving toward the water.

"I don’t want your help," she spat, twisting faintly. "Put me down."

"Trust me, you won’t regret it," I said quietly.

"I regret meeting you assholes—nothing else could make me regret more," she hissed, her eyes flashing.

Was she afraid of water? I thought.

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