Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42: How Do You Know What She Likes?

Roman’s POV

When I returned to the room, she was exactly as I had left her after Liam’s visit—curled up silently on the couch by the window, the blanket I’d wrapped around her still clinging to her frail frame.

The soft chill of the morning breeze slipped in through the slightly open window, brushing against her skin, but she made no move to adjust or shift. She just sat there, motionless, staring blankly outside.

I still couldn’t understand what went on in her mind during those long stretches of silence.

Did she think about the past—about all of us? Did she regret what she had done? Or was she fighting the haunting memories of the six years of torment she’d endured? Or perhaps... she wasn’t thinking of anything at all.

I wonder when she will be alright and we would be able to have a proper conversation.

"Eira," I called softly.

She flinched—just a small, involuntary jerk—but it was there. Even after all this time, even with my presence becoming familiar, she still hadn’t let her guard down completely. She still didn’t trust me.

But that was fine. I could wait.

"I brought you chocolate pancakes," I said, keeping my tone light, deliberately leaving out the fact that Lucian had made them. No need to scare her further with his name.

I sat on the other end of the couch and gently held the plate out toward her.

She looked at it, and for the first time that morning, recognition flickered in her eyes.

"I know you like it, right?" I offered, trying to make a guess. "You and Alice used to love pancakes, didn’t you?"

Her expression softened slightly at the mention of Alice. It always did. That name had become a key for me to reach whatever part of her still remained.

If Alice’s memory meant so much to her, then why had she killed her?

"You should eat," I urged gently. "If Alice were here, she’d have finished it in no time." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

I pushed the plate a little closer, placing it within reach.

Her eyes turned moist and I am not sure what memories flashed in her mind. Her lips trembled as the tears formed. Slowly, hesitantly, she reached for the plate. The moment her fingers touched it, a tear rolled down her cheek.

"It’s fresh and warm," I said quietly. "Eat it before it gets cold."

Holding the dish in one hand, she used her free hand to hold that small pancake and had a bite of it. More tears rolled down her eyes as she tasted it, as if some emotions buried for long were flowing along with them.

She chewed slowly, her shoulders trembling, emotions unraveling with every bite.

She was finally eating. And breaking. At the same time.

I didn’t want to disturb her—afraid that if I said too much, she might stop eating. Quietly, I stood up, poured a glass of water from the jug on the tea table, and placed it on the center table in front of her.

"But how did you know she liked exactly that sweet shit?" Rafe pressed, still grinning. "And she’s eating without making any scene. Hmm...that makes me curious."

Lucian slammed his spoon down with a sharp clang, glaring at him. "You just don’t know when to shut the fuck up, do you?"

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