Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138: Gift For Eira-III

Lucian’s POV

"You were busy cooking this?" I asked, disbelief flickering across his face.

Jason only gave a low hum, making no display of pride, as if he had not just created something remarkable. Calmly, he portioned the food into six dishes and handed them around, one by one.

But one dish he carried with his own hands, setting it directly before Eira. "This is for you."

We all watched in silence. So this was his gift—something far more meaningful than any trinket. A dish she loved dearly, one she had once hoped to learn from our mother, Jennifer.

It was the meal our mother always prepared on the day after the Moon Festival. Yet Jason had chosen to make it tonight. Perhaps he had struggled to decide what gift she might accept from him, but this—this was priceless.

It showed his sincerity as it wasn’t the easy thing to make.

Still, one question lingered in my mind. When had Jason learned to cook it? I had never once seen him learning from our mother.

Jason returned to his seat, and at last we began to eat.

Eira lingered for a moment, watching the dish before her as though it had carried her back into memories she had long buried.

Then, quietly, she tasted it.

"Good job, Jason," Roman said with a satisfied grin as he relished the flavor. "It’s just like how Jennifer used to make it."

"Indeed," I added. "I thought we would never taste this again."

Jason’s voice was calm, almost indifferent. "I’ll cook it whenever any of you want."

But we all knew who he truly meant those words for. Eira. But will she ever ask any of us to do something for her. For now the answer was- Never.

"We’ll trouble you often then," Roman remarked, smirking before glancing at Eira. "Isn’t it tasty?"

She gave only a soft hum in response, her head lowered as she continued to eat in silence.

The rest of us exchanged knowing looks, ready to tease Jason, to point out that his efforts had clearly worked. Yet the bastard spared us no reaction, keeping his eyes on his meal as if it were the only thing that deserved his attention.

"He’s already got the approval from the main person," Roman chuckled. "Why would he care for ours?"

"Yeah! The one, who he had cooked for as his gift, is clearly liking it. We are just the extra additions," Rafe commented.

All the while, Kael remained quiet, his expression unreadable.

He was our leader, the one who by every rule should have held the first claim over her in all matters. Yet he was always the one left standing at the end. I prayed it would not remain so in the days to come.

I couldn’t help but wonder—had he truly not brought anything for her, or at least prepare something like Jason did. And was he simply holding back, unwilling to approach her yet due to her fear towards him.

"Well, no girl likes ugly marks," I said, only to realize Eira had so many of them on her. I felt like slapping my mouth, but she didn’t seem to feel anything about it.

At least she talked. But then, how long were we going to use her pets and her friend to reach her, to even be able to communicate with her?

And if we started talking about her, there was nothing pleasant to talk about at the moment. What were we going to ask—how she was and what she had done in the past few years? Everything about her was simply a pain.

The firecrackers continued for long, as Rafe seemed to have brought an unending stock of them.

Kael alone was standing to the side, his hands tucked in the pockets of his pants, his expression serious, his eyes on the sky and seemingly lost somewhere in his own thoughts.

Despite being with us, he looked lonely.

I didn’t know how to sort things out between us all. Everything looked complicated. Though today it was calm, tomorrow wouldn’t be the same.

Till late at night, all of us were out. When it felt too chilly, Kael told me to take Eira inside the home. I did as I was told while the others stayed outside.

"Let’s drink," Lucian said, as he had already brought alcohol for them.

I wasn’t going to be a part of it, as I had to be with her—or they had already expected me to be with her, as it was the night of the Moon Festival.

Despite me telling them that I wouldn’t be mating with her, they seemed to have decided to give me the way.