Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 352

Chapter 352: Note From Eira’s Boyfriend

Eira’s POV

Later, we headed toward our rooms. As usual, Kael stayed by my side without hesitation. The boundaries between us had vanished completely since the night we shared in his study. A passionate night, I had to admit.

It had become almost a routine. They preferred to kiss me goodnight before leaving. Not everyone, though. Rafe and Jason simply offered a customary goodnight instead.

Roman was gentle, while Lucian kissed me as if he did not want to let go. Thankfully, he eventually did.

Now that we were back in the room, it was Kael’s turn. I found myself wondering whether he truly did not mind that his two brothers had just kissed me moments earlier and he was going to kiss that same mouth.

From his actions, it did not seem like he minded at all. Kael’s kiss fell somewhere between Roman’s and Lucian’s. Gentle at the start, warm and steady like Roman, yet ending with a quiet intensity that reminded me of Lucian. Perfectly balanced.

"Good night," I murmured, catching my breath.

I truly needed sleep after wandering around the entire day. My baby needed rest too.

Kael gathered me into his arms and settled beside me, holding me close. His face rested against the back of my head as he inhaled my scent slowly, like it grounded him.

I knew this was his favorite way of sleeping, keeping me close, using me like his own comfort pillow.

The next morning, when I woke up and went downstairs, I greeted everyone as usual.

"Caldwell, there’s something for you," Rafe said, gesturing toward the center table.

A gift lay there.

"For me?" I asked, just to be sure.

"I think I said it loud and clear a moment ago, didn’t I?" the bastard replied with his usual sarcasm.

"Who is it from?" I asked.

"Not sure. It was just there," Rafe answered with a careless shrug. "Open it or throw it away. That flowery wrapping is hurting my eyes."

What was wrong with this bastard so early in the morning?

I rolled my eyes at him, took a seat, and began opening the gift. Beneath the flower printed wrapping sat a familiar box.

Not just any box.

My box.

My treasure box. The one I had searched for in my old room yesterday.

"This is mine... Who got it?" I asked, looking around at everyone. They were busy with their morning routines, acting as though nothing unusual had happened.

No one answered.

"What does it matter who got it," Rafe said again. "If it’s useful to you, keep it. If not, throw it away."

"What’s wrong with you, being this bitter so early in the morning?" I snapped, my voice rising. "Can’t I ask a simple question?"

"And can’t you see that no one is answering?" he countered coolly.

I glanced around once more. The others behaved as if they knew nothing. Kael was occupied with Raven, while the remaining three were busy in the kitchen.

Never mind.

First, I needed to check my belongings. I only hoped whoever retrieved it had not tampered with anything inside.

A small sticky note rested on the side of the box. It had a message.

[The box has never been opened.]

Oh. So he had the decency not to open it. Then why take it in the first place? It was not some priceless treasure.

It had not been in my old house, which meant someone had kept it for six years.

Annoyance bubbled inside me. What was wrong with them? Why not simply step forward and tell me who had brought it back? I would have thanked him sincerely.

At least those who had not brought the box could have said they didn’t bring it. That way I would have known exactly who did it.

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