h4Chapter 112: The Bloody Rapist/h4

    Kael’s POV

    Unbothered by the chatter around me, my gaze remained fixed on her, blind and deaf to everything else.

    Now that I was certain she wasn’t the one who had betrayed us, the one responsible for my parents’ merciless ughter and the loss of our people, the feelings I had buried for so many years were finally wing their way to the surface.

    But I had to keep myself in control, just as I always had.

    From the very first moment I saw her, I had been drawn to her, but I forced myself to deny it, to keep my mind from acknowledging her existence. She was a stranger, and the pull I felt toward her was strange, dangerous, unlike anything I had ever experienced. As the future Alpha of the pack, I could not allow my emotions or thoughts to slip in front of strangers, or even my own people.

    There was no way I, a top-tier Alpha, a future leader of this pack, would allow a minor girl who had just appeared in our lives to shake everything I had spent my life building. I could not let her overpower my mind, my heart, or my unshakable resolve. I had to be careful about whom I allowed close.

    Yet, despite all my efforts to ignore her, to treat her as nothing more than an heir, her presence burrowed into my thoughts. It forced me to keep my distance, even as the ache of it gnawed at me.

    And the way she looked at me, the way she moved around me, made it clear she felt no attraction—only wariness. That should have been a relief. A girl I wanted to keep at arm’s length didn’t care about me either. But instead of relief, it ignited a fire inside me.

    My displeasure toward her had reached its peak the day she saw my wolf form and treated me like a monster.

    As a top-tier Alpha, I took pride in my strength, in the power of my ck wolf. Her reaction had been a direct insult to everything I valued, everything I was.

    She hadn’t flinched at the other four—they weren’t ck wolves.

    Wait.

    A realization struck me as I reyed the memory in my mind.

    "ck wolf," I said, turning my gaze to the others. They had just finished arguing over something and now looked at me, curiosity etched on their faces.

    "She’s scared of a ck wolf," I told them, watching confusion ripple across their expressions. They probably wondered what it had to do with Alice’s murder. But I had more to say. "You all know she’s been scared of me since the day she saw my wolf form, right?"

    "Yeah," Rafe replied, his tone t and bored, "and that thing always infuriated you, even though you tried so hard to show it didn’t matter."

    "Are you done?" I snapped, my voice cold. There was something more important than theirmentary.

    Rafe fell silent, and I continued. "She was terrified at just the sight of me. Then how could she ever have a ck wolf as her lover? She would fear him too. That Alpha of the Ravenw pack, the one who’s also a ck wolf, cannot be her lover."

    They all considered my words, mulling them over. Rafe finally broke the silence. "What if she was just scared of you and not another ck wolf? She wouldn’t sleep with him if she was afraid."

    "Or..." Roman’s voice cut through the tension,manding our attention, "what if he forced himself on her, and a child was born?"

    The thought sent a surge of anger through all of us.

    "Let’s be honest," Roman continued, his tone dark, "in the past, all of us liked her, though none of us openly showed it—she was still a minor."

    We exchanged looks, silent confirmation passing between us. Roman was right. I had not been the only one drawn to her.

    Roman’s gaze sharpened. "That doesn’t mean other wolves are as thoughtful as we are. They’re driven by lust. Eira was the kind to attract attention, but also the kind who couldn’t understood their bad intentions towards her as she was innocent minded girl.

    "There’s a possibility that Alpha forced himself on her and she ended up carrying his child. That would exin why she has no bond mark. That bastard Alpha used her for his lust, never expecting she would survive and bear his child. He must have thought she’d die after he...knotted her. But she survived, because she is a pureblood."

    Our expressions soured. Even knowing what she had endured over the past six years, the idea that someone had vited her when she was a minor made our blood boil.

    "If that’s the case, I will make sure he meets a brutal death," I dered, my gaze darkening with fury.

    "We’ve killed most of the ones who touched her," Lucian said through clenched teeth, "but a long list still remains. Now another name is added. The bastard who touched her first—the bloody rapist."

    "She had conceived that child even before going to prison," Roman said, his voice tight with anger. "That means she was raped while we were around her? When did it happen?"

    We all were shocked at the realisation.

    "A few weeks before the incident with Alice," Jason replied, ncing at Lucian. "Alice was upset she couldn’t reach Eira and didn’t evene to school."

    Lucian nodded slowly. "Eira didn’t leave home. She imed to be sick and even told Alice not toe near her, saying she might catch her illness. That must have been when it happened... After that, it’s like we barely saw her, and then the incident urred."

    Everyone fell silent, piecing together the sequence of events.

    "Find the kid. Get the DNA test done fast, so I can rip that bastard apart if he really raped her," I dered, my voice low and dangerous. "He deserves the worst death imaginable."

    "I’ll try to make her talk too," Roman said. "At least I need to confirm whether she knows him... though I doubt she’ll answer."

    A faint movement on the bed drew our attention. She groaned softly, pain etched on her features. It must have hurt terribly without anesthesia.

    I rose immediately and stepped toward her while the others merely watched.

    "Are you awake?" I asked. She opened her eyes briefly, then quickly looked away.

    This had been going on all day, so nothing about it was unusual. I poured a ss of water, ced it on the side table, and raised the head of her bed slightly.

    I held the ss toward her, but she waved her hand and pressed the bell button on her bed. The nurse usually arrived within seconds, but this time... nothing. Eira pressed the button again and again, but the response was the same.

    I saw my brothers watching from the side, their expressions unreadable, but I didn’t care if they thought I was lowering myself in front of her. I was not the kind of man to beg, but this wasn’t about me.

    "The bell isn’t working," I said gently.

    I knew it wasn’t. I had removed the batteries myself, ensuring she couldn’t call the nurse and would have to rely on me alone. I did it, and I felt no shame. I was done with her ignorance—both in the past and even now in the present.

    "Have some water," I said, stepping closer, but she turned her head sharply away, her brows knitted as if she would rather die than drink what I offered.

    "You should behave if you want to get better soon and go home," I told her, my voice firm. "A few hours ago, Vixen vomited. She’s not feeling well and missing you."

    "I’d like it better if you got lost and took her to the vet instead," she finally spat out, bitter and sharp as ever.

    Damn! Using her pets as a leverage didn’t work.

    After a moment, Roman entered the room and took the ss of water from my hand. "Lucian wants to talk to you," he said casually.

    With no other option, I returned to the others and sat down in the chair. From the corner of my eyes, I noticed the others with faint, mocking smirks, silentlyughing at my failure.

    I shot them a re, and they quickly reced their smirks with serious expressions.

    "What is it?" I asked, keeping my anger buried but letting it edge my voice.

    "As you said, she’s afraid of a ck wolf," Lucian began, his tone calm, "I have a theory about Alice’s murder."

    "Hmm?" I prompted, leaning slightly forward.

    "Eira might have been drugged," Lucian said, his gaze steady. "There are drugs that can make a person hallucinate their deepest fears, especially when they’re vulnerable. If she isn’t lying about seeing a ck wolf, then someone drugged her for sure. Once we figure out who, everything else will be clear."

    His words made sense. Lucian was an expert in drugs; he knew what he was talking about.

    "Blood tests must have been conducted after her arrest. It’s standard protocol," Rafe added. "With her case file, which I’m going to get, the blood reports should be there."

    "Get it," I said, my voice firm.

    "To prove our theory, I might have to conduct a small test on her," Lucian added, hesitating slightly. "A drug test."

    "Will it be painful?" I asked.

    Lucian nodded. "It might... but it’ll help things be clearer."

    I exhaled and turned my gaze toward her, only to see something that made my blood boil. She was drinking water—without hesitation—when Roman handed it to her.

    My fists clenched tightly. What had I done to deserve such hatred? Not even epting water from me, after everything I had done to care for her these past few days. She didn’t look scared of me anymore, not like she once feared the ck wolf. So why treat me this way, when all I had done was look out for her?

    "Seems like someone’s heart is burning," Rafemented, a smirk tugging at his lips.

    I shot him a dark re and turned to Lucian. "Do whatever test you feel is necessary."

    "Someone’s truly burning," Rafe said again, chuckling.

    I almost wanted to strangle him, but I didn’t. Out of all four of my brothers, I was partial to him. That little leniency I showed gave him the courage to tease me whenever he wanted. The fault was mine.

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