Sold To The Alphas I Hate-Chapter 350: A Minor’s Room

Eira’s POV

"I want someone to hit him," I muttered with a frown.

Lucian, sitting in the front passenger seat, immediately punched Rafe in the stomach. It was not too hard, yet Rafe exaggerated the reaction. "Oops, I almost stopped breathing," he said dramatically, then smirked at me through the rearview mirror. "Surprise. I’m still alive, Caldwell."

Lucian glanced back at me. "Do you want me to drag him out and give him a proper beating?"

I shook my head. "I don’t want to spoil my birthday by looking at a vampire’s filthy blood."

"Your tongue is sharper than a knife," Rafe commented.

"Likewise," I replied as I stepped out of the car. "I want to walk."

The others followed me out. Roman and Jason, who had been driving another car behind us, stopped as well.

Without hesitation, I began walking down the road, old memories flooding back, a faint smile forming on my lips. The others trailed behind me quietly. Kael, as always, stayed close to Raven, giving me space to wander on my own.

After a few minutes, something felt strange.

The road was completely silent. Not a single person passed by. No vehicles, no distant voices.

"Is this area deserted?" I asked, glancing around. "I don’t see anyone."

"It’s restricted while we are here," Kael explained calmly. "You can walk freely wherever you want."

I nodded, not minding the emptiness.

As we drew closer to the house, my gaze drifted toward a familiar spot. "There... I found Kitty there..."

"Her name is Vixen," Rafe corrected.

"One thief stole my cat," I said quietly, my voice calm, not really angry with him.

"That thief saved her from dying," he corrected me again.

Well, I would give him that.

Finally, we reached the front of the house. The outside was surprisingly clean. The yard had been cleared, though I was not sure what the inside would look like. From the outside, it felt as if no one had lived here for years.

"It has been cleaned entirely for your visit," Kael told me. "No one stays here. It has been empty for the past six years."

That made sense. Still, I asked quietly, "Given how angry you must have been with me, you could have burned it down."

Kael met my gaze, his eyes soft. "I couldn’t."

No more words were needed. Even then, he had loved me despite how much he hated me.

"Thank you," I murmured before walking toward the entrance.

Inside, everything looked intact, though untouched by renovation. The furniture seemed dull, the walls slightly faded with time. It felt preserved rather than lived in.

I had never cared much about the rest of the house. Only the kitchen where I occasionally spent time, and my room upstairs, had ever truly felt mine.

I barely spoke to my grandparents back then. They were always busy somewhere else. And now, they were not my grandparents anymore.

Behind me, Kael spoke gently to Raven. "This is the house where Mommy used to live six years ago."

Raven looked around quietly, taking everything in.

I headed upstairs straight toward my room, the others following behind. Roman’s hand rested at my waist, steady and careful. "Easy," he said softly.

When we stepped inside my small, cozy room, Roman glanced around. "So this is where you stayed. I used to wonder about it back then."

"Mind you, she was a minor," Rafe added casually.

"I am only saying I was curious about the conditions she lived in," Roman replied calmly, "Nothing else."

I turned to Rafe with a raised brow. "Says the one who used to stand below my window every now and then."

The others immediately looked at him.

"I was checking on Vixen," he defended himself. "I never entered her room or even peeked inside. Alright?"

"Good that you knew your boundaries with a minor," Roman commented dryly. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

My gaze shifted for a moment toward someone else, the one who had once been inside this room with me, a minor’s room as they are talking about.

Heat crept into my face, and I quickly looked away, embarrassed by the memory.

I wondered silently, is he remembering it too?

I pushed the thought away and turned toward my desk. Everything from my school days remained untouched. Books, pens, and the small cheap desk accessories I once found adorable were still arranged neatly. The bed, the faded walls, every little detail made me feel as though I had stepped back into the past.

Then I remembered what I had come here for.

I moved to the bedside table and opened the drawer.

It was not there.

My box. I clearly remembered keeping it here.

I opened another drawer, but it was empty too. Slowly, I straightened, my gaze wandering around the room, disappointment settling across my face.

"What are you looking for?" Kael asked gently.

"There used to be an old box... it’s not here," I said quietly. I returned to the desk and checked its drawers, then moved to the wardrobe that still held my old clothes.

But the box was nowhere to be found.

"You can describe how it looks," Kael said. "We will help you search. I’m sure no one entered this house. It is a restricted place. No one would break that rule."

I explained everything I remembered, yet just as I feared, the box was gone.

The others looked troubled as well, sensing my sadness.

"I will ask security to check if anyone entered the house or took something from here," Roman assured me.

I nodded slowly, though there was little else I could do. "Maybe those old hags took it before... if not someone else."

"We will find it," Kael said firmly.

"Don’t worry too much about it if you can’t," I replied, trying not to sound demanding. "It belongs to the past anyway. If they took it and threw it away, there is nothing we can do after six years."

I won’t expect anything about it. Maybe time to leave it behind entirely and move forward to have a peaceful days.

Not sure how long this peace will last until that bastard Asher recovers and comes for us again.