Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 166

Chapter 166: New Family Members

Kael’s POV

After Liam left, we busied ourselves with our work. Lucian and Jason had gone out to his team to plan how to get Eira’s child into our hands safe and sound, without creating any trouble or even letting the enemy know where the child had gone.

It would be impossible to hide him forever, but at least it would buy us more time to plan further on how to keep that child with us when the Alpha of RavenClaw Pack and the Council tried to intervene.

Roman had gone to take care of office work, and Rafe was outside the home—not sure what he was doing.

Eira looked calm now after her anger episode with Liam. She hated her wolf, and it wasn’t a good thing. And if she hated the thought of mating with any of us, she would end up hating not just her wolf but also the one who mated with her.

Damn! Such a dilemma regarding her first heat, and there was no way to delay it.

For a while now, Eira had been after Vixen, who looked restless and wasn’t eating anything. In fact, the cat had abandoned food, it seemed, and I wasn’t sure if she had even eaten anything the night before when we weren’t home.

"Kitty, you truly don’t want to eat?" Eira asked her.

She still called her by the name she had given her cat, and not by Vixen.

"Your babies will starve if you won’t eat," she repeated, trying her best to make the cat eat.

I put my work aside and went to her. "What happened? Is she not well?" I asked.

She was unwilling to talk to me, but did it for the sake of her pet.

"Call her vet," she said.

I pulled out the phone and made a call to get the vet who had checked Vixen before to come home. Once done, I told her, "He will be here soon."

She didn’t respond. I knelt next to them and tried to touch Vixen, but the cat angrily miaowed at me as if she didn’t want me to touch her.

Well, I was never close to her, or petted her, but she had never behaved like this before.

"Something is wrong with her," I commented. "Is she going to give birth?"

"She is," she said angrily, "and she doesn’t like you touching her, so stay away."

Not a single good word she could say to me, and we were here on the topic of mating with her. Her hatred towards us was like she would rather die than mate with me or any of us. And I knew it really well.

I stood up, not wanting to anger her more. The vet was going to be here soon anyways.

Vixen got away from Eira and snuggled into the far corner next to the wall-sized glass window. She scratched at the wall and the floor around it a few times, purring and letting out soft cries once in a while.

Meanwhile, Rafe had returned, carrying three big cardboard boxes with him.

"What is it for?" I asked.

"For my cat," he said, and went to the corner where Vixen was trying to glue herself as if it was her place and no one else was allowed there.

He put the cardboard boxes in a line and told her, "This is for you. Get in."

It confused me, as she already had her place—a better one than these boxes. Maybe the pregnant cat needed some changes. That’s what I concluded.

Vixen didn’t move. Instead, she angrily miaowed at him. So Rafe picked her up, despite her warning to stay away from her and not touch her.

"Easy. I am doing it for you," he told her, and put her inside one box. It had thick, soft, warm cushions at the bottom and was big enough that at least three cats could stay inside comfortably.

"She doesn’t want it, so don’t force her," Eira told him angrily.

"I know what’s good for my cat, Caldwell." Rafe turned to look at her while still kneeling next to the box. "Maybe you would like to take some time out from sulking all the time and look for what a cat needs when she is about to give birth."

Only Rafe could say whatever he wanted and she would listen.

Eira simply frowned at him but stayed quiet. Clearly clueless about it, and I was no different.

Just as Rafe said, Vixen was now comfortable inside the box, and she liked it. She had looked agitated a while ago, but she looked better inside the box.

"I know," Eira said in a tone that meant, you don’t need to tell me, and she walked over to her cat in the box.

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