Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87: Eira At The Council

Roman’s POV

The entire day had been spent managing the chaos in the estate, each of us handling different matters alongside our security teams and commandos. Some of our own were dead, the injured were being treated in the hospital, and the corpses of our enemies had been gathered onto trucks to be sent back to those bastards who had caused it all—dumped on their doorstep like rotting gifts.

By the time we returned home in the evening, an unexpected sight greeted us.

At the far end of the drawing room, beside Vixen’s small house, Eira sat slumped against the wall, fast asleep. Her legs were folded to the side, her head resting slightly forward, and in her arms she cradled Vixen, who was sleeping just as soundly.

Both of them were completely unaware of the world around them.

It was the first time we had ever seen something like this—her, in our home, greeting us not with glares or defiance but with the quiet stillness of sleep. None of us moved. None of us even spoke. As if by silent agreement, we didn’t want to make a sound that might wake her.

Then a voice cut through the moment. "Alpha, outside everything is fixed. The rooms inside—"

Kael’s hand lifted sharply, silencing the man mid-sentence. Any loud noise might disturb her.

I stepped forward, blocking the view from where they stood. She was wearing only a shirt, and although her legs were tucked neatly to the side, they were still bare. No one outside of us was allowed to see her like this.

I wasn’t the only one who reacted. The other three, Lucian, Jason and Rafe, shifted subtly, forming a wall between her and the workers.

"You can return later," Kael said without looking back.

The way we moved seemed to startle them. They exchanged uneasy glances, as though they had done something wrong, and quickly nodded.

"Do not enter this home without our permission," Lucian added, his tone full of warning.

The men nodded again and left in haste.

When we turned back to her, Eira was still asleep, undisturbed by the noise or our presence. A pureblood werewolf should have sharp senses—she should have reacted the moment we stepped inside. Had she truly lost them?

Lucian frowned. "We have to take her with us, but she’s sleeping."

Kael turned to me. "Wake her if she takes more than half an hour. And make sure she wears enough clothes to cover herself."

"The clothes I ordered have arrived," I told him. "But we were busy outside."

Without another word, Kael headed upstairs, Lucian and Jason following him to their own rooms. Rafe and I remained in the drawing room.

Rafe dropped onto the sofa, eyes fixed on his phone, while I kept my gaze on Eira. She stirred in her sleep, her lashes fluttering before her eyes opened slowly.

I walked over and knelt in front of her, carefully taking Vixen from her arms as the cat woke as well. "We’re going out in a while. You need to get dressed."

Her sleepy gaze held a silent question.

"We’re going to deal with our enemies, and we can’t leave you behind," I explained. My attention shifted to Vixen. "We need you to take care of Vixen and Fluffy."

She gave no verbal answer, but her expression made it clear she understood. I handed her the shopping bags and gestured toward Rafe’s room. "Change in there."

Rafe shot me a sharp glare, but I only smirked. "If you prefer, she can change here in the drawing room in front of us."

"Don’t taint my eyes," he muttered, which was his grudging permission.

Not long after, she returned wearing a loose white top and comfortable dark-grey trousers—clothing that would not aggravate her wounded skin.

By then, the other three had come downstairs. We were ready to leave.

Eira moved to take Vixen with her, but Rafe stopped her. "With babies in her belly, I don’t want her surrounded by bullets and grenades."

She seemed to understand and left Vixen and Fluffy behind without protest.

Along with punishing our enemies, we had to be careful towards Eira so she won’t pull out any stunt like the previous night. It was impossible to guess what went in her mind. Her silence was the dangerous weapon she had with her.

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Lucian’s POV

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