Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167: Never Fed Her Child

Roman’s POV

The entire day Eira continued to sit in one place, observing Vixen and her kittens.

Despite being busy with their plan of getting Eira’s son, both brothers, Jason and Lucian, cooked lunch for us.

"All of a sudden change in the usual meal?" I asked Lucian.

"It’s not for us," he said. "For her."

"Something special?" I asked as I opened the lid and saw what it was.

"I read it can help females calm down, and their heat period can be prolonged without any side effects," Lucian said. "Not sure how effective it is."

"I hope it works." I put the lid back and looked at Eira. "She looks happy there. Shall I still get her to the dining table?"

"Let her be," Kael said as he came to the kitchen to get water from the fridge. "She is smiling for the first time since we brought her here."

He was right. We could see there was a faint smile on her lips the whole time as she watched those kittens snuggling against their mother. It was indeed a sight to see, so her happiness was understood.

I brought lunch to her, as none of us wished to disturb her or risk that smile vanishing from her face. While watching them, she seemed to have forgotten her pain for a while.

It made me feel that Vixen and her kittens were truly a good news. And we should thank that bastard Rafe for bringing Eira’s cat back then.

I placed the small table in front of her and her meal over it. I settled next to her and said, "They look adorable, don’t they?"

She offered a small nod. Damn, she replied without glaring at me or spitting bitter words.

"They are always stuck to her as if their stomach never gets full," I said, unsure if I should even speak, but I needed something to talk about. "But that’s the best sight to see."

She hummed again. "I wonder how it feels," she said in a low voice, lost in her own world.

Her words surprised me a little, as she had a baby as well—then why was she saying that?

"When you fed your baby, you must know how it feels," I asked anyway.

"They didn’t let me," she replied calmly, memories seemed to play in her mind. "They took him away after letting me hold him for just a few moment after I gave birth. He was crying so loud, I wanted to... but...I was weak to even stop them and went unconscious while crying..."

Her voice choked, though she regained her composure with a deep breath. "But at least my cat and her kittens are fortunate. No one will separate them. I won’t allow it."

"You are right. No one will separate them," I assured her. "You should eat. Food might get cold. You need energy to keep watch on your pets."

She looked at the food in front of her and started eating silently, glancing at her pets from time to time, and smiling faintly again.

Any moment she spoke about her past six years, every word was nothing but pain.

The urge almost slipped from my tongue—that we had found her son, that he was coming back to her. But I held it in. I wanted to make sure he was safe in our hands first. What if things went wrong midway? And we needed to be absolutely certain she wasn’t suicidal before giving her that news.

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