Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41: What Does She Like To Eat?

Kael’s POV

I stood silently, watching as Roman gently coaxed her into his arms. She slowly calmed down under his touch. But she still refused to look at me—as if I were some kind of monster and she wanted to hide from me even if it meant hiding Roman’s arms.

What the hell have I ever done to her?

Instead, she’s the one who destroyed my life, took everything away from me, my family, my happy future with them.

All I did was help her jump down the building terrace to fulfill her own wish of dying, and then last night, I had no other option but to silence her. If that’s what made her think I’m a monster, then so be it.

Let her be a madwoman, as long as she is used in saving Sophia and giving us a pup.

She should count herself lucky it was Jason and Lucian who broke her. If it had been me—if I had allowed my cruel side to come out—she would’ve cursed the day she was born. She would’ve known what true suffering felt like. Worse than what Keiren, her lover, endured the night I killed him.

Roman looked at me, and his words brought me back to my senses. "Kael, I will work from home. I have to look after her and then check if the side house is ready."

"I will check it for you," I told him.

As I was the one to insist he take care of her, then I shall at least give him a hand. Didn’t look like it was easy to care for her in the situation she was in.

He hummed in acknowledgment, and I glanced at the mattress. A wide, damp patch stained the surface. I didn’t comment. Just walked over and stripped the sheets off. I flipped the mattress so the dry side faced up and spread a fresh bedsheet over it.

"This will do until you move her to the side house," I said.

"Thank you," he said, while she sank further the moment I went closer to the bed. ’Still pretending? How far is she willing to take this act? Damn fake woman.’

I left without another word and headed to the side house. I gave the workers detailed instructions, urging them to move faster. I wasn’t doing it for her sake, but for Roman’s. He’d be staying there, and I wouldn’t let my brother live in discomfort.

She could rot in a pigsty for all I cared.

The place was already livable—it just needed some updates. It had been unused for a long time, but it was still home.

By the time I returned to the main house for breakfast, the others had gathered. Liam was there too. Of course he was. So eager to check on her, as if he thought we’d hurt her again.

If he was allowed, I’m sure he’d camp here permanently, just to babysit her personally. He was the only one who still believed in her.

Though what he said yesterday made sense, I was still not going to let my guard down around that bitch.

Liam headed to her room, and none of us followed as Roman was already there.

We only waited for Roman to come out for breakfast until Jason finished preparing it.

Jason busied himself in the kitchen, clearly in a bad mood after his earlier argument with Roman. He didn’t bother cooking anything for her—not even a crumb.

After a while, Liam came out, with Roman following him.

"She’s at least calm now," I heard Liam say as they entered the drawing room. "That’s a good sign. She seems to be responding well to you. Keep doing what you’re doing, and she’ll start returning to normal."

Roman gave a small hum, and asked, "She still refuses to eat. How long can she keep going like this, just surviving on IV fluids?"

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