CHAPTER 192: EIRA’S WISHES

Roman’s POV

We still had some concerns to not leave Raven with her yet, so Kael had to do it. He had no intentions of forcing her into sleeping in his room.

We were going to follow the rule that she could be with Raven when at least one of us was around her.

Eira could only watch him walk away. Her fists clenched, she refused to listen to him.

"You can go to his room, if you want," I told her. "The bed is big enough to accompany you three."

As much as I wanted her to be with me, as night was the only time I got to spend by her side alone, though we slept apart from each other, I wished her to be with her child as well.

We could see her slowly warming up to the kid, and there was a hope of improvement in her psychological situation.

At that, all Kael and her were now bonded mates and she should be sleeping with him, but...

In response, she walked towards the mattress by the glass wall, her usual place. She lay on it and covered herself with the sheets from head to toe. She was acting like a child throwing a tantrum who didn’t get what he wanted.

I went to her. "It’s cold here. You need to sleep inside the room."

She didn’t budge.

"If you catch a cold, it will pass on to Raven as well. He is still a child and weak," Jason spoke up. As expected from the doctor.

Though werewolves, we had our own sickness as well, that made us no different from humans.

She finally pulled the cover down and glared at us.

Just then Rafe stretched his arms lazily and said, "Don’t worry. I won’t let her catch cold. I will sleep with her here, holding her tight in my arms so she stays warm," and walked towards the mattress.

Before Rafe could even step on the mattress, she pushed the bed sheet aside and got out of it.

Jason and Rafe’s threats worked on her. Neither did she want Raven to fall sick, nor did she wish to sleep with Rafe.

"Where are you going?" Rafe called after her. "I was thinking to have another kiss, maybe more."

"Fuck off! You bloodsucker," she spat out angrily, and strode towards my room. Well, now our room.

"Trust me, your mouth tastes better after cursing," he teased again, but she showed him a middle finger before entering the room.

Damn! She was becoming better with her rebellion act. All of us chuckled at her reaction. It was adorable. I hoped slowly, just like this, all that anger inside her would come out and vanish entirely one day.

At the same time, I was glad she at least chose to sleep in my room, well, our room.

I was content with that only for now. I admit I had been greedy and couldn’t wait to get into her pants, but things have now changed with her innocence proven.

The anger my brothers and I felt towards her was gone. Now all we wanted to do was care for her and have a good and meaningful life with her.

With only four of us left, we settled on the sofa as no one wished to sleep.

"When are you going to get that bastard’s blood to check if Raven is his son?" Lucian asked Rafe.

Rafe offered him a bored look. "That bastard isn’t some random wild animal I sink my fangs into and draw his blood out."

"Do you at least have a plan?" Lucian asked.

"Already executed it. Just need some more time," Rafe answered. "Now that bastard is left berserk with Raven missing, he is more alert. But I am sure we will get it."

"How? What plan do you have?" I asked.

"Just sold one bitch to one bastard who is willing to do it for us," Rafe answered and stood up. "I have some leftover work to do over those broken devices," and left.

"Bastard, just wants to be mysterious," Lucian frowned.

Lucian and Jason left to talk to their people now that Alpha Asher of RavenClaw pack must have been hunting everything to get the kid back. We couldn’t slack.

I returned to the room where we had decided to never leave her alone, one of us always accompanying her. Eira was sleeping, in fact, still turning and tossing in anger.

Sensing my arrival, she stopped and slept while facing her back to me.

I covered her with sheets and lay in my place. There was silence in the room now. I looked at her back.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked, though inside I was sure she wouldn’t respond.

But I had to keep trying.

After a silence for a while, she asked, "Raven, whose child is he?"

"Someone we know," I replied, not wanting to lie, nor reveal much.

"Who is that someone?" she asked again.

I clearly knew why she was asking it. She wasn’t an idiot. At the same time, I was glad she had started to trust me enough to at least ask me what was in her mind. Before, she just let everything pass.

"A good person we valued. So, we want to take care of their child," I answered.

"Why? What happened to that person?" she asked again.

"They are not in a good situation to raise a child and protect him," I answered. "We owed that person, so we have decided to raise their child as ours and give him a proper family."

Once more, there was silence.

Before she could ask more, I asked instead, "Do you not like that we have a kid in our family now?" My reason was to stop her from digging further.

"I didn’t say that," she replied. "I was just curious."

"Just know that we have to care for him well as our son," I told her, keeping my calm. "You can see he doesn’t talk at all. He is not mute, but certain trauma caused him to stop talking. We have to do everything to make him like a normal kid of his age. He should laugh, cry, throw tantrums—everything a kid should do. We have to give him a happy life. Will you help us do that? Be his mother?"

"I will," she replied quickly.

I was glad she agreed, but more relieved that she didn’t ask me directly if Raven was her son. It would have been so difficult to say no.

And finally, she turned to look at me. "Then, can he sleep with me?"

I turned to my side to face her and offered her an assuring gaze. "Maybe. But you have to make him feel you are his mother, so he will be closer to you."

"It’s the first time I am dealing with a kid," she said, her gaze worried but excited at the thought as well.

I understood what she meant. "Doesn’t matter. It’s the first time for Rafe as well. But he is doing good, so you can."

"How?" she asked.

"Hmm... You can play with him, have some fun, laugh together. If you are happy, it will reflect in the child as well."

Damn! Since when had I turned into a child and mother expert?

I knew the answer. It was about him, my little brother. I had taken care of him with all I had, but lost him.

I had forgotten that past, but the past hadn’t forgotten me yet. If I hadn’t been weak back then, I wouldn’t have lost him. His innocent small face still lingered in my memories, the very moment when he took his last breath in my arms. I could do nothing but cry, holding his small, lifeless body.

"I am not sure, but I will try." Her words brought me back to the present.

"I know you can do it," I assured her. "Now close your eyes and sleep. It’s late."

She once more turned her back to me and slept.

I turned and stared at the ceiling. The past I had forgotten started to play in front of me. My chest felt heavy with emotions.

If that wicked woman hadn’t been in our life, my brother wouldn’t have died. That whore, such a stain on the name of mothers. I wish I could kill her with my own hands.