Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52: He Rejected Me

Eira’s POV

Even the mere mention of that man, my mate, was like a thousand blades tearing through my heart. I hated him. I didn’t even want to think about him.

Dead? Yes, he was dead to me. And if I could, I would kill him a million times over.

He would never know he had a child. A monster like him didn’t deserve it. I could never allow my son to turn out like him. I’d rather my child be raised by strangers than grow up under the shadow of that man.

But still...the hope of seeing my son just once, to make sure he was safe, that no one was hurting him, that he wasn’t alone... made me want to find him.

"All right," I heard Liam say. He was still there, probably waiting for me to speak.

Even if I didn’t fully trust Liam, I had to try. I had no other choice.

"Will you truly help me find my son?" I asked, my voice low but firm.

"If you’re willing to cooperate, I will," Liam said gently, his tone reassuring.

"But you can’t tell anyone, not even these five," I said, looking him straight in the eyes. "If they find out, they’ll kill him to get revenge over me. I’m sure of it."

"I won’t tell anyone," he promised. "But you’ll need to tell me when he was born, where you were at the time, and any details you remember—anything about the people who were around you."

I told him everything I could recall, but it wasn’t enough. I didn’t know those people and the exact place. They kept moving me here and there in drugged conditions that I even lost track of day or night, time and dates or even which season was going on.

"Can you still find him with such little information?" I asked, a faint tremor in my voice.

"I’ll try, using all the sources I have," he said. "But I can’t promise anything. If I fail, we’ll have to seek help."

"From who?" I asked, my stomach tightening with dread.

He gave me a hesitant look, almost skeptical, as if he already knew I wouldn’t like the answer. "You won’t agree with what I’m going to say."

"What is it?" I asked anyway, bracing myself.

"The people who can find your son are... the ones you’re living with," Liam said at last, his voice edged with hesitation. "You can’t trust outsiders. But these—"

"These five?" I cut him off, my tone final. "They’re the least trustable people."

"To conceive a child with your mate, a mark isn’t necessary," he said. "But I was curious about the bond you felt with him when both of you found each other? Is it still there?"

"There’s no bond," I said sharply. I didn’t want to go into the details.

But it was true.

He rejected me the moment we found we were fated mates, and the bond was broken right there. That’s good he did it—if not, I would have rejected him anyway.

That hellish pain I felt when he rejected me—it was worth bearing just because I didn’t want anything to do with him. It was worth breaking every thread of connection with him.

"You were minor when you were sent to prison and one can find a mate only when they are an adult. That means, you found him after you went to prison" Liam finally concluded the thing he was asking for. "You conceived child then, and after that he rejected you?"

I couldn’t deny this fact and simply hummed. But I was not going to answer anything more. I didn’t trust him.

"I am tired. I need rest," I told him and closed my eyes as I rested the side of my head on the backrest of the couch and closed my eyes.

Just then we heard the sound of someone entering the home. That was Roman. He had returned.