Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 243

Chapter 243: I Am Always Here...With You

Kael’s POV

The day passed by, and all of us were in our rooms, retired for the night. We made sure Eira kept eating as much as she wished and had everything available for her at home.

Though it was midnight, I couldn’t sleep a wink, thinking about Eira.

My heart was telling me I should be with her—by her side, sleeping with her in my arms to make her feel better. She needed me, but... I couldn’t force her. I could only hope she got that comfort from Roman.

Despite trying to shake those thoughts aside, my heart felt heavy—emotional all of a sudden.Why am I being like this all of a sudden?

I felt a warm tear roll down my cheek. Realization hit me—it was her emotions I was feeling.

I quickly stepped out of bed and hurried to her room.

I didn’t bother knocking and entered, only to see Roman holding her in his arms and asking her what happened. She was crying like a child.

Roman saw me. He himself looked lost, unsure why she was crying so much.

She had cried even at noon, but I hadn’t felt it then. This time, I did—which meant she was crying because something was hurting her deeply.

I went closer, to her side of the bed. "Eira, what happened?" I asked.

In response, she cried even more, burying her face against Roman’s chest.

"If you don’t tell us, how will we know?" Roman coaxed her gently. "Even Kael is here. Whatever it is, we’ll make it right."

I placed my hand over her shaking shoulder. I could feel her pain. "Look here," I moved closer, like she was protected between me and Roman.

"Please tell me," I insisted softly.

She slowly turned toward me—and this time, she cried in my arms.

Roman and I shared gazes. Neither of us could guess what was going on.

The other three seemed to have heard my hurried steps when I ran over the staircase. Alert, they came to Roman’s room as well.

Everyone had only one question in their mind. "What happened?"

"We were sleeping. All of a sudden she started crying," Roman told us all. "She’s not saying anything."

I let her cry for a while and then asked again, "Eira, please tell me what happened. If you need something, just tell me. I promise I’ll do it—whatever it is."

After a moment of silence, she finally raised her head and looked at me, her eyes red from crying. "...You promise?.." The words barely came out between her sobs.

It was a relief that she was at least ready to say something.

"Yes. And I never break my promise," I said, looking straight into her eyes, my gaze gentle and assuring. My hand caressed her cheek.

"I... I... want my... son..." she said in a choked voice. "...My son..."

What Isla had said—and what I had been waiting for her to say—she finally said it. But it was all because of her emotional state. It must have triggered it, letting her buried emotions rise to the surface.

"Raven is here," I told her.

"He is... but I want my son... my Ray... Please find him..." she pleaded, "...You promised..."

Finally, she accepted that Raven wasn’t her son. Had she stopped deluding herself?

I could sense the same emotions in my brothers as I felt within myself.

Would it be right to tell her about her son now? Isla had said that day, Don’t be impatient just because she pleads with you to. You have to make sure she’s clearly stable first. And in her current state, she was overly emotional.

I felt caught in a difficult dilemma.

If I didn’t tell her now and did it later, would she get angry with me? Would she ask why I didn’t tell her when she was crying and pleading?

She would be angry for sure.

And I’d accept it—as always.

"...Why aren’t you saying anything?... You don’t want to?..." she asked, as I stayed silent for a while.

I simply looked at the desperation in her eyes, wanting to assure her that I would—but...

"...I promise, even if I get Ray... I will love Raven the same... You said he is the first child of this family. I promise, my son will never take his place... I just want him here... I want him to grow like Raven, with us all... Me and my son, we’ll ask for nothing else... My baby... I don’t know where he is... I don’t know if he’s even alive..." She continued to cry, unable to form any more words. "...I will let him call you dad... I will tell him call Raven his brother... I will do everything you say... I won’t run away with him... I just want a small space for my child... here... in this home....I want him to be safe...have good life..."

What we had been trying to make her realize—it had indeed worked.

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