Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 242

Chapter 242: Kael’s Care

Kael’s POV

After eating those pancakes, Lucian, Jason, and Roman left the home for their respective work. Rafe had taken Raven out to show him around the estate—or whatever adventure he had in mind.

Eira fell asleep while sitting in her usual place. I laid her on the mattress comfortably and pulled the curtains so the sunlight wouldn’t disturb her sleep.

I settled on the sofa and resumed my work, keeping my voice low during meetings and preferring to talk less so it wouldn’t disturb her.

Even while working, my mind couldn’t stop thinking about her. My gaze would often drift to her sleeping form.

The change in her was sudden—eating more than usual, sleeping a lot, and looking tired. My mind wished to think something, but at the same time, I didn’t want to hope for more than I already had. I would wait until Liam returned from his trip and checked her.

More than an hour passed, but Rafe hadn’t returned with Raven yet. I looked toward Eira.

She had curled her body into a ball and seemed awake now. But it felt like she was in some kind of discomfort. I stood up quickly and went to her.

Sitting next to her, I asked, "Eira, are you alright?"

She didn’t respond. I touched her arm and asked again, "I know you’re awake. Tell me what happened."

She finally moved, and I helped her sit up. She didn’t look at me, just shook her head. "Nothing."

Her lashes were moist.

"You had a bad dream?" I asked, trying to read her face.

She kept her gaze lowered and shook her head again. Her hands went to her stomach.

"Stomach pain?" I asked.

She shook her head. "I’m just not feeling good... it’s nothing..."

I hummed. "Then you should eat something. It’ll make you feel better."

She quickly raised her gaze and looked at me, her eyes hopeful, but then looked away. "I... I’m not hungry..."

She was lying. She was hungry again and too embarrassed to ask for anything to eat.

"I know you’re not hungry, but my mom used to say when you’re not feeling well, food is the best medicine," I said. "Anyways, it’s lunchtime and Jason already prepared food before leaving. Let’s go to the dining table. I’m hungry as well."

I don’t remember talking this much, or with so much softness, to anyone—not even to my brothers, even though I cared for them. Those bastards wouldn’t understand soft words anyway.

Eira was different. With her, a side of me wanted to come out that I didn’t even know existed inside me.

I stood up and offered her my hand. She quietly accepted it, and we went to the dining table. Settling her in a chair, I headed to the kitchen. "Wait here."

I reheated some food that Jason had prepared and brought it to her in a dish. "Eat this until I prepare something fresh for you."

I went back to the kitchen and glanced at her. She had already started eating like she was starving. I decided to cook something for her. As her mate, I should be doing it often.

I remembered what she liked, so I prepared pasta for her. By the time I brought it out, she had already finished her previous food.

"Try this," I told her and sat in my chair. I decided to give her company while eating so she wouldn’t feel it was unusual to eat again.

"I hope you like it," I said and started eating as well.

She was quiet until now, like a little mouse eating silently, hiding from the world. I wanted to tell her it was alright even if she ate a hundred times a day—but then her attempt to show she wasn’t hungry would fail.

It wouldn’t harm me to act ignorant and keep feeding her by making any excuse possible.

I didn’t look at her, not wanting her to feel watched, and focused on my own meal. The pasta was indeed tasty.

But then I heard a soft sound of sobbing. I looked at her. Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she chewed her bite.

It startled me. "What happened? Is it spicy? You didn’t like it? You don’t need to eat if you—"

She shook her head, and more tears spilled from her eyes.

Though taken aback, I asked, "What happened then?"

She swallowed the food and looked at me with her teary eyes. Not just sleepy, hungry, and tired—but emotional as well.

"You can tell me," I said in a coaxing voice and wiped her tears with my fingers.

"I don’t know why I’m so hungry." Her voice mixed with sobs. "No matter how much I eat... I get hungry again... I don’t know what’s wrong with me... my stomach..." She started crying again.

I let out a deep sigh. So it was just about hunger and nothing else that could be worrisome.

"It’s a good sign that you’re getting hungry often," I told her.

Her teary eyes looked at me in surprise.

I explained the best way I could at the moment. "That means your body is healing, and the healing process needs more energy. That’s why you’re feeling hungry often. It’s nothing bad."

"Healing?" she mumbled.

I hummed. "Didn’t you say you want to get better?" I asked, referring to our spat that night when she was angry at me for not letting Raven be with her.

She nodded lightly and walked toward the window exit leading to the garden and side house.

I followed her quietly and stood at the door, watching her as she walked on the lawn with slow steps, lost in her own world.

I couldn’t help but stare at her, my heart at peace. What must she be thinking?

Under the mild sunlight, she shone beautifully, her hair like soft silk moving along with the gentle breeze. My heart skipped beats as if I was falling for her all over again.

My wolf purred inside, taking in this peaceful sight and the assurance that our mate was with us.

Lucian had returned home and came to stand next to me.

"Something happened?" he asked, as he followed my gaze toward Eira.

"Nothing as such," I replied. "Just taken aback by why she’s been so hungry all the time."

"Did you say anything?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Not until we confirm it with Liam."

"I think we should stack all kind of food in home," Lucian said. "She might like to eat anything, anytime. bunch of healthy instant snacks."

"I have already instructed. You can add anymore in it."

"Will ask Jason as well."

I hummed and asked, "Jason?"

"He’s following through with our people to get updates on Asher," he responded.

"And?"

"He seems impatient. Might not wait a day more, let alone two."

"Let him come to us on his own. I’ll meet him then," I instructed.

"We’ve already kept the doors open to welcome him," Lucian added.

I hummed, my eyes still following her. Asher wasn’t Raven’s biological father—that meant Eira had nothing to do with him. When she said she didn’t know any such person when Roman asked her back then, she wasn’t lying.

That was good. I didn’t have to be considerate of her while dealing with Asher.