Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68: Vixen

Roman’s POV

The woman, cold as ice and lost in her thoughts, blinked rapidly as the sudden wetness snapped her back to reality.

She looked at Fluffy, her eyes softening faintly. "Fluffy, you’re still like this. You really need a beating."

It was the exact softly annoyed tone she used to scold him in the past—and for a fleeting second, it felt like the old Eira was still there.

She tried to move, perhaps to stop him, but gasped as pain lanced through her chest. Her ribs. The sudden movement must’ve strained them.

I rushed to her side. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Lucian arrived a moment later. His angry gaze was fixed entirely on Fluffy.

"You just wait," he muttered. "I’m chopping your tail off so you don’t wag it at some random bitch anymore."

I clenched my fist, resisting the urge to punch him in the face.

Fluffy had just done the best thing any of us could have hoped for—he pulled Eira back into a moment that felt like the past.

But this bastard Lucian couldn’t hold his tongue, not even now.

I ignored him and asked, "Are you alright?"

She didn’t answer, and wiped the water droplets off her face with her hands.

"Don’t scold him," Rafe’s voice cut in. "I need him to look for my cat."

Lucian looked at him as if he realized someone was indeed missing around them.

"Where’s that Vixen?" Lucian asked.

I noticed Eira’s brows draw together in a frown at the way he referred to the cat. Well then, she was in for a little surprise.

As if on cue, after hearing what Lucian said, Fluffy ran toward the other end of the lawn, toward the rows of trees.

"Looks like he found her," Rafe muttered, already following after him. Lucian followed them as well.

Fluffy disappeared behind the thick tree trunks, his bark echoing from somewhere deeper within.

Rafe and Lucian circled around that larger tree, disappearing from sight for a moment before Lucian’s annoyed voice rang out.

"What the fuck is she doing here under the stack of dried twigs? And why the hell did she drag her blanket out here into the dirt? Can’t she just sleep in her own damn place? What a waste!"

I noticed Eira’s eyes dart toward the tree as she heard Lucian. Maybe she was curious to see the cat. That’s a good thing—another companion for her, if she liked cats as well.

From behind the tree, we heard Rafe’s voice—low but firm. "Come out, Vixen."

The tone wasn’t exactly inviting. This vampire had never quite mastered the art of coaxing.

But the cat obeyed.

She came out and Rafe scooped her up into his arms with surprising care, and we watched as he turned to head back towards us.

A beautiful feline with bright blue eyes, thick and fluffy with a soft cream-colored coat. Her head was perfectly round, her face flat and doll-like, her ears, paws, and tail shaded in deep brown, creating a graceful contrast against her pale fur.

She sat nestled along Rafe’s strong arm like a little princess, calm and regal. His other hand gently stroked her fur. Though he was strict, he had spoiled her in his own silent, possessive way.

Behind, Fluffy came running along with Lucian while dragging the blanket, which he had caught in his teeth.

As they reached near, I went to them. "Is she alright?"

Rafe hummed as he ran his hand down the cat’s back. "Seems to have put on weight, so she must be doing fine."

I nodded in agreement. "She really does look fatter. And it’s only been a few days."

Just then, the cat let out a soft meow and leapt from Rafe’s arms, her ears perking up as if something had caught her attention.

All four of us were stunned to hear it. Vixen, pregnant?

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