Sold To The Alphas I Hate-Chapter 219: Sleeping With Rafe

Eira’s POV

This much was already too to shake my heart and tears rolled down my eyes on their own. With my teary eyes as I looked at Roman. Not sure what Rafe stopped from saying further, but I knew it wasn’t any thing pleasant.

"And?" I asked, my voice a little choked.

"Though a little boy...he wasn’t spared from the eyes of disgusting wolves.... he was molested at a very young age for several days...raped and hurt....and was left on the brink of death..." Rafe’s voice was low, words barely made it out of his throat.

I felt something warm and moist slip on my feet. It was Rafe’s tears, which he quickly wiped and looked away.

I could understand, as even my eyes were teary while they were so close to each other as real brothers.

Lucian continued instead of Rafe. "If not for Kael’s father, the previous Alpha raiding those facilities and rescuing all the kids there, Roman wouldn’t be with us anymore.

"With many other kids, Roman was placed into the orphanage that Kael’s mother ran. There he met Kael, who used to visit that orphanage with his mother. Roman wasn’t in good shape, but Kael’s mother did everything she could, and Kael’s friendship gave him hope.

"Rafe was brought there as well. They had witnessed each other’s worst phase. Since then, these two became Kael’s friends and later ours."

I looked at Rafe. "Why were you there?"

"I am an orphan as well," he said. "And we are here to talk about Roman, so focus."

I could tell Rafe didn’t want to talk about himself, so I kept quiet. But I found it surprising how I was so invested in the story and wished to know about them. They were just as hurt as I was.

Jason continued, "Roman’s mother tried to get him back from the orphanage, but she was barred from meeting him anymore in exchange for not filing any charges against her for what she did with her kids."

"With the powerful backing of those Alphas she slept with, she would have been free anyway, so Kael’s mother preferred Roman’s safety over punishing her. That woman would have sold Roman once again, and Kael’s mother was firm in her stance of not letting that woman come close to Roman. Thanks to Kael and his parents’ efforts, Roman is with us today."

Lucian chimed in. "That woman had moved to the other pack back then, but she is back again. What Roman had somehow forgotten over the years, that damn bitch is back to remind him again. I wish I could just go and end her life."

They continued to curse her as the story finally ended, silence filling the room. Rafe was quiet and just massaging my feet with nothing on his mind.

"Eira," Lucian called me.

I looked at him and he said, "When you returned to us, Roman was always good to you and tried his best to keep you alive. Maybe he was fulfilling what he had failed back then. He couldn’t save his brother, so he didn’t wish to fail this time. And among the five of us, despite suffering badly, he has a soft heart. He is kind. All I ask is that you be a little kind to him. You can keep your anger for us. We don’t mind."

I could only hum, as after listening to this I didn’t wish to hurt him as well. But with my volatile temper, which was difficult to control, I couldn’t guarantee them anything. I could only try to be calm.

Lucian looked at Rafe and Jason. "It’s late. You two can head to sleep. Tomorrow we have to leave for the council."

Jason hummed, stood up, and turned to the door, while Rafe, the bastard, looked at me.

"What?" I asked, annoyed, "Didn’t you hear him?"

He smirked and lifted me in his arms swiftly as if I weighed nothing at all.

"What... are you doing?" I struggled, but he lifted me in a firm hold.

"Not good for you to sleep on that shitty couch," he said as he walked towards the door carrying me, "my bed is more suitable for your weak body."

"Put me down," I warned, "I have slept on cold stone floors many times; that couch is still heaven. Put me down."

"I won’t be moved by your sad story of not getting to sleep on the comfy mattresses, so don’t even try," the bastard mocked my suffering and carried me to his room anyway. "You at least haven’t slept with scary machines attached to your body and poisonous drugs running through your veins instead of blood."

"What do you mean?" I asked, looking at his face that was not devoid of any emotions like he always maintained.

"That’s not for your pea-sized brain to understand," he said and tossed me on his bed.

"I am not sleeping with you," I tried to move on the bed, but he held my ankle, pulled me back, and got in the bed as well.

Before I could move again, his strong hands surrounded my body to hold me like I was some kind of a sleeping pillow, and he buried his face in the crook of my neck.

I couldn’t move an inch, only lay there staring at the ceiling. I could feel his even breathing already against my skin.

Has he fallen asleep so fast?

"Rafe," I called him to let me go.

"Caldwell, stop being difficult," his low and hoarse voice rang in my ear. "Sleep with me while you can. We might not get this chance again."

"Doesn’t my shitty scent affect you?" I asked, as he always mocked me for how bad I smelled and warned me to stay away from him.

"I can bear with it for now, but can’t tell how long it will last, so be good and sleep," he said, and once more there was a silence.

"You can die of suffocation in my shitty scent for all I care," I mumbled and closed my eyes, as this bloodsucker wasn’t going to let me off anyways.