Sold To The Alphas I Hate-Chapter 153: Fake Birth Date

Kael’s POV

The next morning, when I woke up, I didn’t get out of bed like before. I continued to lie facing her, closely observing her sleeping face as if carving her image into my mind. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

I could barely sleep the entire night. Even in her sleep she was hurting, and I felt her pain. I stayed wide awake to comfort her—whenever she grew distressed, I coaxed her, whispered something to her restless wolf to calm it. In the middle of the night, I even removed the IV drip from her hand as it had run its course.

It was around dawn that she finally grew calm and slept peacefully. Her eyes were still swollen.

When she stirred in her sleep, I didn’t move. I wanted to see her reaction. If she glared at me and showed her hate, I wouldn’t waver—I would accept it silently.

Her brows knitted as if struggling to wake before her eyes slowly opened. When her vision cleared and settled on me, so close—just an inch apart—her eyes, still red, revealed how much she had cried.

What I had expected didn’t happen. She didn’t frown at my sight, nor did she glare at me. Instead, her eyes turned moist. She lowered her lashes slowly and turned around, turning her back at me. I could feel her body trembling lightly as she silently cried again.

Damn. It would have been better if she were angry at me—if she cursed me, kicked me out of this room, warned me to stay away. But... seeing her cry hurt far more.

I had to gather every ounce of courage to move closer. My hand wrapped around her, pulling her frail back against my chest, my hand covering hers.

"Eira," I said gently, "I am sorry."

In response, she only continued to cry, her sobs suppressed as she tried not to make a sound, but her trembling body betrayed how she was choking on her own tears.

"I’ve been such a jerk. I am the reason you suffered for so long," I continued, though no apology or regret could ever lessen my sins toward her. "You can hate me, get angry at me. You don’t need to forgive me either. Just... give yourself another chance. Let me make things right for you. That’s all I ask of you."

She didn’t respond. The pain and hatred she carried in her heart wouldn’t go away anytime soon—maybe never. But I was willing to keep trying, without expecting anything from her other than her happiness.

She continued to cry for a long time and didn’t push me away. Isla had already informed me her emotional episodes might continue for a long time, and we had to support her like a child, guiding her through things as she might not even have the will to move around.

After a long while, when she finally calmed, I told her softly, "You should get up. The sun has been out for a while, and your pets have already come by to knock on the door."

Not waiting for her, I let her go and stepped out of the bed. Getting to her side, I helped her sit and get out of bed, which she didn’t resist.

Her face and hair were a mess. "Let’s get you to freshen up." I held her hand and guided her to the bathroom.

I made her stand in front of the washbasin and the large mirror above it.

She didn’t move, so I stood behind her and ran my fingers gently through her hair, fixing the mess and tucking the strands behind her ears as I looked into the mirror.

I handed her the toothbrush and said, "I’ll get a hairband for you. You can brush your teeth till then," and I left.

Roman had arranged her things well in the wardrobe—everything she might need. It was like one side of the wardrobe belonged to her, and they were already living here like partners.

That bastard was truly better than us four.

I got the hairband and returned to the bathroom, but she was still standing motionless, staring at the toothbrush in her hand. I said nothing, tied her hair with the band, and took the toothbrush from her.

As if it were nothing unusual, I told her, "Let me help you."

I helped her brush her teeth, surprised at myself that I could actually do these things for others. If I ever had a child, maybe I wouldn’t be a bad father after all.

Once done, I cleaned her face with a warm, wet, soft towel. All the while, she stayed quiet, moving as if just going with the flow.

She looked better now.

"Don’t you want to use the toilet?" I asked hesitantly, feeling awkward to even bring it up. Alright, I wasn’t used to this. The last time I meddled in such things was with the small kids my parents had adopted, who were like my siblings—not with an adult, and certainly not with a woman.

She had been on IV for a long time, and I was sure her bladder must be full.

She looked at the toilet but didn’t move. I decided to treat her like Kaya, who I often had to take to the bathroom since she loved to trouble me whenever I returned home.

I guided her to the toilet, pulled her short dress up, lowered her panties, and made her sit on the toilet seat.

"Take your time," I said and left, not willing to make things awkward for her.

I came out of the room. In the drawing room, the others were already present, continuing their routine things.

"Good morning," I greeted them, feeling a little hesitant inside for reasons I didn’t even know.

"Morning!" they wished me back.

"Is she sleeping?" Lucian asked.

I shook my head. "She is in the bathroom." Then I looked at Roman. "Where did you sleep?"

"Guest room," he replied and put the hamster back in his cage. "Was she alright?"

I hummed and said, "I am going to my room. You might like to go to her after a while."

He hummed back, and I went upstairs. The moment I entered the room, my eyes fell on the tiny box lying on the center table since the day of the moon festival. I picked it up and opened it.

’I will give it to her soon, once she is back to her senses. Or maybe on her birthday. It’s coming soon.’

But then something struck me—something I had ignored even back then. The dates and calculations ran through my mind, piecing together the events from those years ago.

Damn it. Her birth date is fake.

I clenched my fists. How did I miss it?

Why did her grandparents give her a fake birth date? Weren’t they aware how important the real birth date is for werewolf kids? It’s the day to be celebrated—especially when they come of age—and the day they must never miss their shift ceremony under the guidance of elders.

Even some orphaned kids, who didn’t know their exact birth date, once they faced their first shift, could conclude that was the date they were born on—the exact sixteen years of their life, the mark of stepping into adulthood.

What the hell her grandparents were thinking to have fake birth date for her? These old hags are truly suspicious. Just wait until I get my hands on you.

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Roman’s POV

After Kael left, I continued tending to the pets, waiting before going to her. I wasn’t sure how I was going to explain myself—why I had left her alone in that very place where she had been tormented, the place she feared so much.

While I was lost in my thoughts, Rafe came to my side and took Vixen from me.

"She’s gotten fatter," he commented, observing Vixen.

"She’s almost in the last phase of delivery," I replied.

He hummed and ruffled her soft fur gently, then said after a while, "Do you want me to go to her?"

So he understood my dilemma.

I shook my head. "No. I’ll manage."

"Good," he said, standing with his cat. He told her, "You need to get some fresh air. Always lazing around. Bad kitty," and stepped out through the exit of the side house.

I finally gathered my courage and went to the room. She was sitting at the edge of the couch by the window, idle, head lowered, surrounded by an air of loneliness and sadness.

I calmed myself and tried to break the ice. "Are you done freshening up? Breakfast is ready."

She didn’t respond, so I finally went to her. Kneeling before her, I held her hand in mine and looked up at her. Her eyes were teary—she had been crying.

"I’m sorry, Eira," I said gently as I wiped her tears. Surprisingly, she didn’t reject me.

Whether that was a good or bad thing, only time would tell. For now, her crying and letting out her pain was what mattered.

"I shouldn’t have left you there," I said. "I’m sorry. I won’t explain why I did it or ask for your forgiveness. Just know that I won’t do it again. I will never leave you behind—ever."

She simply looked at me with those teary eyes, shedding more tears. I felt worried she might just dehydrate if it continued. From her red, swollen eyes, I could tell she had been crying even in her sleep.

I sat next to her and hugged her gently, holding her in comfort as her tears soaked my shirt. "Eira, you can keep thinking my care is pretentious—I don’t mind. I understand you don’t trust anyone. But I’ll keep doing this whether you ever trust me or not. All I ask is that you let me look after you. Let me take care of you."