Roman’s POV
"Are you alright?" I asked Eira just as we stepped out of Isla’s office.
She hummed lightly and walked by my side.
We had to return to Kael as we were done here. Moreover, Eira wanted to go to Raven.
Kael had already messaged me that they had been to the test rooms on the other floor. We headed to the elevator. Though the place was kept unoccupied, there were a few VIP patients being moved by the staff. I recognised them, but I didn’t want any of them to lay eyes on Eira.
They sensed that cold aura from me and no one dared to look at her. By now, everyone was aware their Alphas had a pureblood, but no one ever dared look into it.
Just as I was about to press the elevator button, I heard a voice.
"Roman?"
My hand froze midway, my body tensed. A familiar voice, the one I hated.
Just when I thought I had misheard, I heard it again.
"Roman, I know it’s you."
Eira had already turned to look at the person, must be wondering who she was.
I inhaled deeply and turned around.
There she was, that sickly bitch, sitting in a wheelchair with a hospital nurse standing behind her to push the wheelchair.
My eyes darkened with rage. How I wished to go ahead and strangle her in that moment, but I swallowed my anger. I didn’t want to create a scene here, and not in front of Eira.
I turned away, but the bitch said again, "Won’t you talk to me?"
I didn’t respond and pressed the elevator button, my expression grave.
I could feel Eira looking at me with a puzzled gaze and then toward that woman.
"Is she your mate?" the bitch asked as if I was entitled to answer her. "So you found one? She better be pureblood..."
She had no shame or regret at all after the kind of monster she had been.
I did my best to swallow any hateful insult coming out of my mouth and held Eira’s hand. "The damn elevator seems to be broken. Let’s go by stairs," I said and walked away, holding her hand.
"Roman, you bastard," that bitch screamed loudly behind me as her voice echoed in the corridor. "You forgot who I am. You ungrateful wretch. Let me get out of the hospital and see what I do with you..."
Her angry cursing words continued, while I had already headed down through the stairs, my grip on Eira’s hand tightening with each passing moment, a reflection of suppressing the storm within me.
I continued to walk mindlessly, dragging Eira with me, as if I wouldn’t stop unless I was entirely away from that woman. When we finally reached the tests and scan room area, only then did I stop.
When I looked at her hand in mine, only then I realised the extent of my grip. Her arm just above the wrist had skin turned red.
"I am sorry," I said trying to soothe her skin with my fingers, while I felt her just staring at me.
Before heading ahead, I finally looked into her scrutinising eyes. "Don’t mention to anyone about us coming across that woman."
She hummed and only stared at me, as if trying to look through me. But I averted my gaze, ready to enter the door before she could ask me anything. I could see she was about to, and her question was certainly related to that bitch.
Just then we heard the sound of something shattering on the floor and quickly opened the door.
"Damn! Liam... bastard... what did you give me..."
Rafe, in the hospital uniform, had stumbled out of the hospital bed and dragged a side stand with him, scattering everything on it across the floor.
"Are you done?" Liam came to us with the syringe filled with the drug.
Rafe gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶
"This will put you to sleep for half an hour, and the pain you are feeling will be gone," Liam told him.
"You rather give me something so my soul is gone," Rafe mumbled.
"I have no will of turning into a criminal from the most renowned doctor of our world," Liam countered and injected him with the drugs.
"Renowned doctor?... My ass..." Rafe mumbled and drifted to sleep in a few moments.
Kael looked towards the door and I followed his gaze. Eira was still standing there, watching everything silently.
"Jason has taken Raven to the kids’ play zone in the hospital," Kael said, looking at her. "Isla asked him to."
I went to her. "Want to go there?"
She glanced at Rafe for a moment, and I found a tinge of worry in her eyes for him.
"Once he is awake, he will be fine," I assured her. "Let’s go to Raven."
She shook her head and looked towards the chair placed outside the room, along the wall. "I will sit here."
Was she worried about Rafe? I wondered, and I knew the answer. Yes, she was.
She sat in one chair, and I chose to sit next to her. Both of us lost in our own thoughts.
I certainly didn’t want that sickly bitch to occupy my mind, and thoughts. But despite my efforts, she did, and I hated it. Only if I could erase her existence from my life.

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