Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227: Eira Comforting Roman

Roman’s POV

Inside the room, I stood by the window, staring outside. The witch was finally dead, and my life was peaceful once more.

As a kid, I always wondered what I ever did to deserve such a mother who only cared for herself and didn’t feel any remorse when one of her kids died and another was about to.

Other kids had loving mothers; my brother and I used to watch those kids cozying up to their mothers while we only longed for such love and affection. It was always a foreign feeling which we couldn’t get despite having a mother.

I tried my best to care for my little brother and to not let him feel unloved, but in the end, I failed and he died. What if I was stronger and could protect him? But I was nothing but a child.

After she sold me to the traffickers, I had already given up on my life. That abuse was unbearable; the world felt dark, painful and full of monsters. My own mother felt like a monster to me.

When she sold me and I was being dragged away, I cried and begged her to not leave me there.

"Mommy, please don’t leave me here... I will be a good boy... I will listen to you...mommy, please take me back..."

I closed my moist eyes as my own pitiful voice still echoed in my mind that how desperate I was to be not sold. I felt like an helpless, worthless abandoned animal.

She didn’t listen, no one listened.

In return, she offered me a hateful glare and said, "You shouldn’t have been born. Now go to hell and die."

During those days among traffickers, I often felt it was a good thing that my brother died early, or that bitch would have sold him as well. I was glad he didn’t have to suffer what I did. His small body, his soul was safe and untainted in the grave rather than out in the world.

One fine day when I felt I was finally going to die finally after they brutally assaulted me, I was rescued.

Kael’s father and his people rescued so many other kids like me, and we were sent to the orphanage.

Even then, that bitch came to get me back, but Kael’s mother drove her away.

I thought I would never see her again after that, and the past two decades went by peacefully, but she had to show up again.

With her return, all the old wounds on my soul felt like they came alive, those buried unbearable memories started haunting me again. The child inside me would never forget what they did with me. How could someone be so cruel to a child, I often asked that question to myself, and there was no answer.

I should have killed her the day I saw her in the hospital, but I resorted to talk with her. I told her I wouldn’t do what she asked me to do and that she should stay away from me. How foolish of me to think she would even listen to me.

I didn’t kill her because of that oath my father made me take, and I didn’t dare break it. Because greed had taken over me — the greed of staying alive for my brothers, the greed of living a life with Eira, the greed to have a happy family with lots of kids and everything I had ever dreamed of when I was a kid.

Because I never got to experience it when I was a kid. A happy and loving family — it was just wishful thinking for me.

If I didn’t have my brothers, Eira, and now Raven, I would have broken that oath without any care and punished that woman, accepting my death later. But I was greedy to keep living this life with them.

But when I finally decided to kill her and break that oath, my brothers didn’t let me. I was late.

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