Sold To The Alphas I Hate-Chapter 333: You Could Have Died

Kael’s POV

Once Jason took care of the matter, we were ready to return our home.

Roman had lifted Eira in his arms, Jason joined us, and I held Raven’s hand as together we headed to our cars, surrounded by our guards, blocking everyone from seeing our mate.

"Lucian and Rafe, any updates about them?" I asked Jason.

"Last we talked, Rafe said they found her and Lucian’s hurt," he informed me. "Since then, we couldn’t reach them."

"I tried as well, but couldn’t connect through the mind link," I frowned. "Phones are already unreachable."

The head commando came to us and informed me.

They found Rafe and Lucian thanks to the commandos who followed them just in case. They would join us on the way back or meet us directly at home.

I was worried if they had been hurt badly. I didn’t want any of my brothers to suffer anymore. For that, I was here. I would take everything that came to harm them.

We left the council premises and couldn’t wait to return home as soon as possible. If only we had the power to teleport.

I held Raven close to me, taking in the reality that he was with me and no one was going to separate him from me.

Eira was still unconscious, Roman holding her carefully as they settled in the seat next to me.

I wished to take her in my arms, but I didn’t. I still had that bastard Asher’s blood on me, and I wouldn’t let it touch her.

"We might have to call Liam to check on her," Roman suggested.

I hummed.

But just then, Eira stirred in her sleep.

"Eira," Roman called out gently, but she woke with a loud gasp, full of anxiety.

"Raven," she called out in panic.

"He is here. He is here with us," Roman assured her. "Look next to you."

Eira turned to look to her other side, only to move in panic and hug him, her hands wrapping around him in a firm hold, her teary eyes closing as her breathing slowly turned normal.

"My baby. I thought I lost you again," she mumbled, assuring herself that he was there with her.

Raven sat still, not resisting her. By now, he must have understood as well that she was truly his mother.

I would have a talk with him once we were home. He needed to understand a few things that were meant for him to know. Though still young, I was sure he could take it. He had been through a lot already and his level of maturity was far ahead than the kids of his age.

Throughout the journey, Eira sat quietly, her focus only on Raven in her arms. He fell asleep soon, which gave her a chance to admire him closely, letting herself sink into the reality that everything was fine now.

We reached home. Lucian and Rafe must have already been there or would be reaching soon.

Roman took Raven from her arms, and we headed inside the house.

"I am taking him to my room to sleep," Roman told Eira, as Raven was still sleeping.

Meanwhile, I called her, "Eira."

She stood in her place, not turning to look at me.

My heart almost skipped a beat as I knew I had to face her wrath.

"Eira..."

She finally turned to look at me, her eyes staring straight into mine.

I stepped ahead, facing her. "I—"

But the next moment, a crisp slap landed on my cheek. She was angry, and she showed her anger.

I didn’t mind, but it worried me that her hand must have hurt.

I was about to hold her hand, but she stepped back, her teary eyes glaring at me.

Her son had been right in front of her all this time, and she had no idea at all. Anyone would have been angry. At he same time she was aware what Raven had been through under Asher, she would have been furious.

I understood.

And she was allowed to hit me, kill me even, without having any reason. I deserved all of that.

Jason stood silent behind me. Roman had come out of the room after leaving Raven to sleep. Lucian and Rafe had arrived as well.

Dead silence filled the drawing room as she stared at me angrily. None of us dared to make a sound. Words failed me, and I could only swallow them back.

She turned around and went to sit on the sofa, letting her tears flow and wiping them with her hands, but unable to stop them.

I looked at Roman. Maybe he was the only one at the moment close to her and could coax her into calming down first.

He knelt before her and held her hand. "Eira, you are right to be angry at us. Kael—"

Instead of responding to him, she snapped back at me, "Kael Valemont, has the cat got your tongue that you are making your brother defend you now?"

Damn. All of us let out shaky breaths.

Right at this moment, the fact hit me. This woman was my mate, and only she had the right to talk to me this way. Only she could.

I went to her as Roman stepped away to make space for me.

I knelt before her like a sinner. Yes, I was.

"I am sorry," I said, looking into her teary eyes.

"That’s it?" she countered. "Apologies and everything is fine?"

"No," I shook my head. "How many apologies I give you, even if I do it till the last breath of my life, it wouldn’t be enough."

She looked away, sad and hurt, wiping the tears away from her reddened cheeks.

I held her hand. "But I want to explain myself. Don’t you want that as well?"

She didn’t respond, but I continued, "At first, I didn’t tell you then because of your psych condition and Isla advised against it. You could have taken both of your lives as you believed in reunion in afterlife.

"When I brought him home, I didn’t know Raven’s our son. I rescued him as your son. I got to know it only when you were pregnant and Liam told us you can only have a child with me, your fated mate.

"When I finally wanted to tell you that Raven is our son you had been waiting for, you said you wished to wait, you wished to heal yourself first, so I didn’t want to stop you. As you said, I was waiting for you to tell me that you were ready. I told you that day, the moment you said you are ready, our son would be in front of you."

"And about today, it was based on what Asher brought in front of us. He brought your grandparents which we weren’t sure entirely, so you had to be there," I said. "We all followed through the probabilities of what could happen. If not for them, I would have told you once we had brought Raven home like we did now. That way, you wouldn’t have been anxious that someone would take Raven away."

I waited for her to respond, hoping she understood my reasoning.

She inhaled deeply, trying to collect her emotions, and looked at me. Her eyes were still teary.

"You would have died today. Do you realise that?"

Her words left me stunned for a moment.

Was she worried I would die?

All this anger wasn’t just because we didn’t tell her about Raven sooner, but because worry for me was a part of it.