Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 371

Chapter 371: Another Nightmare

Kael’s POV

I went to her and lay down beside her.

Whatever she was feeling, however turbulent her situation might be, I wanted to be her comfort. That was the role of a fated mate. Not only in strength and protection, but in quiet moments like this.

I drew her into my arms, settling her carefully against my chest. She instinctively snuggled closer, her body relaxing the moment she felt me around her. Within minutes, her breathing deepened and evened out.

Only when I was certain she had fallen into a deep sleep did I slowly slip away from her side.

I returned to the front and took the co-driver’s seat beside Rafe. Lucian had stretched out on the couch, resting, while Roman and Jason were in the small kitchen area preparing lunch.

For once, Rafe did not look smug or amused. His brows were drawn together, his attention fixed intently on the road ahead.

"She’s alright," I said quietly, hoping to ease whatever weighed on him.

He exhaled slowly. "I tried to get closer to her, while still keeping the boundaries I meant to. But she seemed more riled up because of that."

"She’s at her most sensitive state, both in mind and body," I replied evenly. "If you toy with her emotions, her feral side will react."

He gave a small hum of acknowledgment.

"Try not to anger her verbally, at least," I added.

"I just want to maintain our usual bickering," he said after a moment. "It keeps me in check. And she won’t expect anything more from me that way."

I sighed quietly, uncertain how to resolve the complexity of his feelings. Rafe was dangerous in more ways than one, and he had to protect Eira from himself.

Just then, a soft whimper reached my ears.

It took me no time to recognize it.

"I’ll check," I told Rafe, already rising from my seat.

Jason and Roman moved at the same time. We reached her together.

She was restless in her sleep, her face pale, her body tense. It was the same as a few nights ago, when she had dreamt of that witch.

"Don’t... don’t touch my baby..." she murmured, her voice trembling. "Don’t..."

I stepped back slightly and let Jason handle it, just as he had before.

He knelt beside her and spoke softly, gently coaxing her back to the present.

Slowly, her breathing turned erratic. Her eyes flew open, and she gasped as though she had been suffocating.

"Jason..." she breathed, as if relief washed over her to see him.

She reached for him instantly, clinging to him tightly, just as she had that night when she had a nightmare about that witch.

"I am here," Jason murmured, his voice steady and warm as he stroked her hair.

"That... that witch wants to take my baby..." she whispered against his chest, her fingers clutching his shirt tightly. "She knows about my baby. She is waiting..."

A chill crept through me at her words. What kind of nightmare had she fallen into?

"No one will take your child," Jason said gently, his tone low and firm. "I won’t let her."

"No," she insisted, shaking her head faintly. "She said she’s coming for me... for my baby. She knows. She said she’ll take both my babies..."

Her fear was not fading. It clung to her like a shadow.

Jason tightened his hold around her. "Listen to me," he said softly but with conviction. "We won’t let that happen. We’ll kill that witch before she even gets close to you or our children. Trust me."

Gradually, his words began to settle her racing thoughts. Her breathing, though still uneven, slowed little by little.

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