CHAPTER 204: SHAMELESS RAFE

Kael’s POV

After we talked a while more about Rafe, I asked about Raven.

"His blood tests, is the result out?" I asked.

"Need some more time," he answered, "but five of your test reports are there. I will email you."

I offered him a bored look as there was no need for that.

"Thanks to Raven, I get to do blood tests for you five which you don’t understand how important they are," Liam said. "The last time the tests were done on you was like six years back before all of you went on your Alpha training. Your father made sure everyone was done with it. As an Alpha, you must know how important it is for me to keep the record of every Alpha in the pack."

I didn’t answer. But his words reminded me of that Alpha training camp. It was the last camp we got to attend, as after that came chaos and we were in the war. No more training was needed as that war had already turned us into the strongest warriors once we took revenge on that bastard Keiren and almost destroyed his pack.

During those days of training, every moment I thought of Eira as I wouldn’t get to see her for two weeks straight. Despite not wanting to, my brain would take me back to her thoughts. Her innocent and beautiful face would always flash in my mind. Those two weeks felt like the longest period of my life which wouldn’t pass by soon.

All I wanted was to return and see her at least once, even for just a few moments.

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I returned to the VIP suite.

Rafe had just woken up and I heard him the moment I opened the door.

"...What’s that look mean, Caldwell? Were you worried I would die? So naive of you to think that way."

Ah! He was back to being himself.

She was clearly worried about him, and instead of assuring her, he chose to be an ass. I could understand why he always acted that way with her, but it wouldn’t harm to be good once in a while, when she was finally softening to him out of us five.

"You can go to hell for all I care," she replied fiercely and turned to Raven, now calm, "I told you before, you have to close your ears whenever that idiot talks."

Raven quietly moved his hands and covered his ears.

It made me smile. She had started to control him. Maybe soon she will start to control us as well. How sweet that would be.

Rafe stepped out of the bed as I had returned. Clearly impatient.

"Your excellency, can we return home now, and spare me this suffocation?" he asked, tone sarcastic.

I hummed and he searched for his clothes. Roman handed them over to change from those hospital clothes.

He removed his shirt and looked at Eira, who happened to look at me. "Obsessing over me won’t do you any good. And, that’s totally a gaze of a pervert."

"I have seen an infinite number of naked men to bother and obsess over one," she spat out and stood up. "Raven, let’s go."

She didn’t know, but her words had turned all of us silent. The truth she spoke, but it clearly wasn’t pleasing to hear.

I offered a cold glare to Rafe and then followed Eira and Raven out.

While sitting in the car, Roman said, "I have something to do. I will return home later."

I offered him a questioning gaze as he rarely acted this way.

"Just something personal, but nothing to worry about," he assured, "please go ahead. I might be late."

Not asking any more questions, I left with others. I will ask him once he returns home.

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At home, once we settled, a man from the administrator’s office arrived. Jason went out and got what he had brought as per my instructions.

A big size envelope. Jason handed it over to me.

I pulled papers out of it and checked them while sitting on the sofa. Once I made sure they were right, I looked at Eira and Raven, who were busy coaxing three kittens.

"Hold it like this," Eira was telling him, "They are delicate, so treat them like holding a feather."

Raven followed her instructions.

"Eira, would you come here for a moment," I called for her.

She looked at me, and I told her, "It’s about Raven."

There was no way she would reject now.

"You play. I’ll be back soon," she told Raven and came to me.

I put the papers on the table and told her, "These are the papers to register Raven as our child. You need to sign them."

A little taken aback—or I should say overwhelmed—she carefully walked to the table and settled on the carpeted floor to check those documents placed on the centre table.

She sat exactly opposite me.

Her gaze silently read and absorbed each and every word written in it. Unknown to her, her eyes were moist, but her lips were curved into a gentle smile.

"Here." I offered her a pen.

She took it from me and put the papers back on the table. But when she held the pen in her fingers to sign, her hands trembled.

It’s been six years since she must have held a pen and paper in her hands or written anything at all.

I picked up the notepad from the table and put it in front of her. "First you can try on it."

She didn’t reject. Adjusting the pen in her hand, she tried to sign a few times.

She looked at me. "I don’t really remember my previous sign exactly."

"Then you can create a new one," I told her. I liked how normally she spoke to me. When it came to Raven, she might even forgive her enemies.

She tried a few more times and finally settled on one. Feeling content with it, she signed the document and read it again, a smile spreading across her lips.

The exact line she kept reading again and again was the one where it mentioned she was Raven’s mother.

Well, she was.

Once she put the papers down, I got them and signed as well. I looked at her. "Once it’s submitted, we will get the official certificate of Raven being our son. Then an ID card for him. And yours is already in the process of being revived from the past, but it will be changed with my name after yours."

She didn’t show any reluctance to it.

Previously, we wanted to change her identity entirely. But now, since we knew she was innocent and not a criminal, there was no need for it. We would prove her innocence to the world very soon, anyway.

She returned to Raven while I looked at Jason and Rafe.

I raised a brow, silently asking if they wanted to say something.

Rafe smirked playfully. "Just want to congratulate you on being a father, without really putting any effort into it."

The bastard was reminding me Raven wasn’t my real son.

"I look forward to you putting in some effort and having one," I countered.

"That won’t happen," Rafe said and looked at Jason. "Should we expect one from you?"

"Having Raven is enough," Jason said. "Though only Kael’s name is there as his father, her child is all of ours."

Rafe sighed. "Always so boring with answers."

"Yeah, you must miss Lucian a lot to give you some interesting answers," Jason countered, sarcastically.

Rafe was as shameless as always. "True. Only he understands how not to be boring. You should learn from your brother, instead of always being so boringly quiet."

"I’ll let him know you missed him, so he’ll continue where you two stopped last time," Jason countered.

"Were you upset, darling, that you couldn’t be a part of it?" Rafe smiled wickedly. "Want to try? I am always open for it."

"Fuck off!" Jason stood up and went to the kitchen.

"C’mon, we are mate brothers. It isn’t anything uncommon," Rafe called behind him to rattle him more.

Jason didn’t respond it as it would only mean giving Rafe a chance to get bolder with words.

Rafe chuckled heartily, seeing him riled up. "Such a baby."

No one could match this bastard’s shamelessness. Only Lucian could.