Sold To The Alphas I Hate-Chapter 342: Figure In The Dark

Eira’s POV

Tonight I decided to be with Roman. I should be fair to him as well. Kael didn’t mind and headed to his room with Raven.

These brothers had great understanding towards each other, and now towards me as well. It made things less difficult for me.

As I lay in bed with him, I snuggled against him, in his arms as if it was how it was meant to be. I wasn’t hesitant or embarrassed to be close to my mate. I was only more comfortable with him than I was before.

There was a silence between us as I breathed in his scent. I was expecting he would do something with me, but he didn’t. I just wished to know what was in his mind.

"Roman?" my voice muffled against his chest.

"Hmm?" I heard him over my head.

"Something bothering you?" I asked.

"No." His tone was normal. "Why do you ask?"

"Umm... you are quiet."

"I just want you to have a good sleep tonight," he replied, his hand gently running through my hair. "Even if you sleep the entire day, night sleep is good for you and the baby. We can’t keep you awake every night."

Damn! Always so thoughtful, and that made me feel guilty towards him.

"Umm... a little, I don’t mind..."

"I won’t stop at just a little, and tonight we sure can’t," he said.

Tonight? I moved my head to look up at him, "What’s tonight?"

He stared at me for a moment before he leaned his face closer, "Your presence by my side makes it special," and he kissed me before I spoke more.

Alright. I get it that he didn’t want to answer.

He swept me into a kiss filled with the longing he had for me when I wasn’t with him. I understood him, his emotion, and reciprocated the same way.

"That sweet little tongue of yours, I can just go on and on," he whispered in a kiss, before once more diving his tongue into my cavern.

After a while he finally stopped, both of us gasping for air. His hand caressed my cheek. "Let’s stop here, or tonight again you won’t be having any sleep."

I offered a light nod as his worry was logical, and I cared for my baby. I closed my eyes, snuggling against his chest, and decided to sleep.

A kiss with him assured me that everything was fine between us.

After a while, just when I thought I was drifting into sleep, my stomach asked to be filled. I was feeling hungry, my mouth had started to salivate as my mind thought about the desserts kept in the refrigerator. I wanted them right at that moment.

I slowly moved Roman’s hand away from me. "Hmm?" he asked.

"Nothing. Just sleep. I’ll be back in a while," I said in a low whisper.

He hummed and closed his eyes, while I left the room. Outside, the drawing room lights were off, with a few night lamps left on, enough for me to wander around freely without bumping into anything.

I walked slowly towards the kitchen, careful not to make sounds and wake up others. The moment I reached the entrance, I froze at someone’s presence by the kitchen counter.

A tall figure was leaning over the kitchen platform as if hiding in the shadows. One hand rested on the platform, the other holding a glass of alcohol, a cigarette stuck between the fingers of the same hand, head lowered, eyes closed.

Lucian.

Shouldn’t he be in bed, resting?

He seems to be in pain. Is it?

Before I could open my mouth to talk, he turned his head to look at me.

I swear, I froze the moment he looked at me. His gaze, his expression, maybe it was the effect of the dark, but he looked threatening. Even in the dark, the look in his eyes was distinctive, making me wonder how I could even see it. Maybe my wolf abilities allowed me to.

"What are you doing here?" His deep, dangerous voice brought me back to my senses. "Alone?"

"I..." unable to say a word, feeling pressured under his dark aura, I looked at the refrigerator while contemplating whether to go back to my room. He had warned me to stay away from him. Maybe that’s the reason he was not happy with my presence here.

He lowered his head once more, inhaled deeply, maybe to calm himself, and then looked at me. "Are you hungry?"

I hummed.

He straightened himself, put out the cigarette before throwing it into the trash can, poured the alcohol into the sink and put the glass aside, turned on the oven, before turning and coming to me.

Oven? Maybe he wants to reheat something for me.

"I didn’t know you were here," I said, letting him know it wasn’t intentional.

"It’s your home. You are free to go anywhere you want," he said and stood before me.

That was touching to hear. It’s my home. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Before I could understand, I was already lifted by the waist and settled onto the kitchen platform. I didn’t resist, not wanting to cause him trouble.

He turned to the refrigerator and opened it. "What do you want to eat?"

"There’s a brownie in there, I think... and ice cream..." I couldn’t come up with a way to say ’I want it.’

He hummed, put something in the oven, a stone plate maybe, and then went to the fridge to get a brownie and ice cream.

"Days are cold if you are forgetting," he commented, busy working.

"I know... but..." I had no answer to my sudden craving. "Maybe a little will do."

"Give me some time."

I hummed and watched him in that dimly lit kitchen, working on the platform opposite mine, with his back facing me, wondering what exactly he was preparing for me. Everything around us was silent, and my eyes took this chance to observe him.

Being bold at his back at me, my gaze couldn’t stop wandering along his strong, powerful-looking torso. Even through that loose T-shirt he was wearing, I could trace the exact curve of every muscle of his back. He was strong, truly strong, and my wolf liked it, wish to reach him.

Here goes the pervert inside me, ogling one more man despite having two mates already. I am proving Rafe’s words about myself true.

I didn’t know how much time passed while staring at him, until the moment he finally turned to me, a proper dish in his hand.

Hot chocolate brownie. A pineapple slice placed on the hot stone plate, a brownie over that pineapple slice, and a nice round scoop of ice cream over the brownie. And then he poured chocolate syrup on it.

Smoke erupted with the sizzling sound the moment the chocolate syrup touched the hot plate, making me drool over it already.

I needed exactly that. How did he understand me so well?

Another thoughtful man in my life. He must be in pain, but he made sure I ate what I wanted in a proper way. I had no way to measure the care they showed towards me.

Suddenly I felt like it’s not a bad idea to have multiple mates as Isla said. I could be selfish for once and get all the love and care in life that I had never experienced before. After the suffering of years, I surely deserved it.

He pulled a movable wheeled, a foot-wide square platform in front of me and put the dish on it. "Take your time," and he moved back to stand while leaning against the platform opposite me, watching me from there.

He could go back to his room, right?

"You don’t have to wait for me," I said.

"It’s alright."

I didn’t insist and started eating.

Damn! It tasted more delicious than the one I had eaten in the past. One of Alice’s favorites, and I loved it too. Brownie mixed with ice cream and hot chocolate at the time, it was heaven.

I didn’t mind his presence and finished it very soon as the craving in my stomach was of utmost priority.

Once finished, I looked at him, a content smile playing on my lips. "Thank you so much."

But my smile, my words, didn’t reach him. He was calm and under the shadows once again, as if gazing at his prey, whom he had just fed before devouring it.

Damn it!

He strode towards me as if he was just waiting for me to finish eating, pushed the table aside, and stood facing me, close.

My breath hitched as I could already guess what it was going to be. No words, but his actions were enough.

Both his hands moved to my hair, and his long fingers brushed through my hair that covered the sides of my face, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. His fingers remained locked in my hair, not letting it fall loose again.

’At least say something,’ I thought while his gaze wandered over my lips that I subconsciously licked to wipe the sweet traces of what I ate moments before.

His gaze darkened.

I swear, I didn’t do it intentionally.

I felt the grip of his hand in my hair tighten as if to restrain himself from going wild before he finally gave in and kissed me.