Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 335

Chapter 335: Kael-Raven talk

Kael’s POV

Raven had woken up. We needed to know how today’s incident had affected him.

I carried him out of Roman’s room, his sleepy form still clinging to me like a baby.

A light smile played on my lips. The feeling of having your own flesh and blood in your arms was bliss.

He smelled sweet and comforting, that I could go on holding him forever.

No one rushed him. Everyone acted as usual and let the little guy sink into reality.

I kept walking slowly around the drawing room while others watched me. Especially Eira. I felt that longing in her eyes, wondering when her son would be this comfortable with her like he was with me.

She was holding back to not rush him. I will talk with her about it and try to comfort her later.

"Aren’t you done sleeping?" I asked.

In response, he snuggled his face against my shoulder for a moment and finally opened his eyes. I haven’t seen him sleep this relaxed until now.

Maybe now he knew the bad guy in his life was gone, he didn’t have anything to fear or be alert about all the time, even in his sleep.

"Mommy and other daddies are waiting for you to wake up so we all could eat together," I told him. "And I have cooked your favourite dishes as well. Aren’t you hungry?"

He looked towards the kitchen and then towards the dining table where Jason and Roman were arranging the food. He inhaled deeply, letting me know he couldn’t wait to eat.

"Let’s call mommy first," I told him as I looked at him, our gazes meeting in understanding. "Will you?"

He nodded and I placed him on the floor. "I’ll wait for you at the dining table."

I walked towards the dining table while watching what he was going to do. He went to Eira, who was tending to her pets. But her attention was on Raven.

I wondered how he was going to say it to her. Finally say a word at least.

As he stood next to her, Eira looked at him. She didn’t react, waiting for him to say something.

He offered her his hand.

Well, not bad.

"You want me to come with you?" she asked anyway.He nodded.

"Where?" she asked again.

He looked towards the dining table.

"Oh! It’s meal time," Eira said, trying her best to communicate with him for any single chance she got.

She put her hand in his and stood up. Both of them came to the dining table, hand in hand.

I could feel a light smile on Eira’s face. She was being patient with him, and it was paying off.

We had a relaxing meal together, while Lucian was still in deep sleep.

After the meal, I decided to talk with Raven. I took him out into the garden for a walk. We settled in the gazebo.

"Raven, I want to talk with you about something," I said. "Is it fine with you?"

He nodded while looking at me, his expression calm.

"You now know I am your real father and Eira is your real mother." It wasn’t a question, but a conclusion.

"Are you happy to know about it?"

He nodded.

"I wanted to apologize to you as well for not being able to protect you and that you had to stay with bad people for the past five years," I said. "Daddy is sorry."

I waited to see his reaction, but he remained the same.

"Are you angry with me for that, or at least upset with me?" I asked.

He nodded, and then shook his head as well.

I tried to figure it out and said, "Do you mean you were upset before, but now you are not?"

He nodded. I wished he would talk instead, but it seems like I had to wait.

"When did you understand I am your daddy?" I asked. "Today?"

He shook his head.

"You knew it even before?" I asked. "When?"

He looked here and there as if trying to figure out how to reply.

"I don’t mind if you talk. That would make it easier."

He ignored my words straight away and then pointed towards a place in the garden.

I thought about it. But as smart as he was, being my son, I shouldn’t doubt his smartness. Am I being too arrogant about our smartness? Maybe, yes.

Then he pointed towards me.

"That night when you saw me in my wolf form?" I asked.

After relishing the sweetness for a moment, I said, "So, we can talk through the mind link. Can you talk with other daddies as well?"

He shook his head, but then shrugged his shoulders as well, as if he wasn’t sure.

"You haven’t tried?" I said.

He nodded again.

"Until we discover you can talk with them as well, we can keep it as our little secret," I suggested.

He nodded quietly.

"But you have to use words when we talk through the mind link. Actions won’t do. Or others will think I said nothing while you are reacting," I suggested again. "If we use words, no one will know."

He went back to being silent. Whenever it came to the matter of talking, he was always like this. What was the matter? Was he scared of talking? Or was he forced not to talk at all? Was he threatened?

That seemed to be the case. Raven must hold secrets, so they made sure he would never talk. How did they train him to not make any sound at all despite him being able to talk?

My blood ran cold. They must have used some cruel methods, punishment to train him to keep his mouth shut.

My heart, my mind, all of a sudden felt like falling into a dark abyss just to imagine it.

"Raven?" My voice shook. "You called me daddy when we were at the council. I heard you through the mind link."

His gaze turned wary, and I could hear his heartbeat rising.

He was scared, scared to let anyone know he could talk.

"I won’t tell anyone," I assured him quickly. "That would be our secret."

I felt him relax at it, but his gaze was still anxious.

I held his hands and caressed them gently. "What I am going to ask you, you can choose not to answer it. Alright? No pressure at all."

He simply stared at me, wondering what I was going to ask suddenly.

"Those bad people, have they punished you for talking or making any sound at all?" I asked, my heart sinking.

Once more, anxiousness covered his face. His heartbeat rose again.

He stepped forward and hugged me instead, as if trying to find a safe place for himself after remembering something horrific.

I quickly hugged him back and caressed his back. "It’s alright. You don’t have to say it. You don’t have to." My tone was gentle and comforting.

My expression hardened. Thankful I didn’t kill that bastard today. Next time when I get him, I will put him through living hell for whatever he did to my son. Next time would be the last time he would ever breathe.