Sold To The Alphas I Hate Chapter 125: She Will Never Be The Woman She Once Was

Kael’s POV

The doctor pulled a chair and sat before Eira, her composure steady and calm. She watched Eira weep, clutching the emptiness in her arms as though she still held her child there, gazing down at him as if he had never left.

The sight tore into . My throat tightened, my chest felt unbearably heavy, and my eyes burned.

If only that incident didn’t happen in the past, if only she wasn’t frad. Perhaps today she would be holding our child instead, and we would be living the happy life together. Because she was ant to be fine. Our fates had already decided it.

At the sa ti, the thought of having a child with her overwheld . I wished I could look forward to that future, but I knew it would take ti. She needed healing, not only in her body, but deep within her broken spirit.

"His na is Ray?" the doctor asked gently.

Liam had already explained Eira’s condition, and that she had once borne a child.

Eira nodded, tears streaking down her pale cheeks.

"How did it feel to hold him?" the doctor pressed softly.

"Small... beautiful..." Eira choked, her words faltering. "But... they took him away. They didn’t let ... see him again..."

"Why?" the doctor asked.

Eira shook her head, silent for a mont. Then she whispered, broken and trembling, "They said... they would let see him if I obeyed them for five years..." Her sobs deepened, raw and aching. "But... they sold again... never showed my son... Bastards... liars..."

My fists clenched.

Those bastards had played with her. They had used her desperate hope of eting her son one day as a leverage against her to make her submit to them, when they had already sold the child. They had toyed with her emotions so badly.

Bastards. I will see to it that every last one of them dies a brutal death. I am sure most of them had already taken down by Jason and Lucian and their anger, the rest, will fall into my hands.

"I understand your pain. I am a mother as well," the doctor said gently. "But don’t worry. We will find your son. Soon..."

"No." Eira shook her head violently, her tears falling faster. "I don’t want to... they will kill him... I don’t want to see him die in front of . I don’t want to see him anymore. I don’t..."

"No one will kill him," the doctor tried to assure her, but Eira’s words ca sharp and broken.

"I don’t want him to grow up among monsters... and turn into another monster. I wish... I wish he would die soon... and then I will follow him... We will et there one day..."

The doctor was struck silent. What mother would wish for her child’s death? We had the sa thought when she said the sa in front of us brothers. She wanted her son to die.

Yet, looking at Eira, she could understand the depth of despair that had twisted her hope into sothing this dark.

"Eira," she spoke softly, "though you have suffered, that does not an the entire world is evil."

"All are monsters..." Eira cried out bitterly. "...Bloody monsters!..."

"Eira..."

But Eira only broke down further, her sobs turning louder until her words were lost in anguish. She was no longer in any condition to listen.

The doctor paused and let her weep, finally turning her gaze toward the window, silently signaling to us that the session was over.

I could not hold myself back any longer, my chest tight with helplessness. All I wanted was to take her into my arms, comfort her. Without waiting for the nurse to take her back, I went to her.

I bent down, lifted her frail body into my arms, and walked out, holding her against as if I could shield her from every cruel mory. She sobbed against my chest, her eyes closed, her tears soaking through my shirt. Each tear cut into , each shudder of her fragile body echoing in my own heart.

Back in her room, I sat on the bed with her still in my arms, settling her into my lap. I wrapped her tightly within my embrace, unwilling to let go, while her face rested against my shoulder. Her grief seeped into , and I carried it as my own.

I wanted to tell her I would bring her son back, but I could not. Fear held back. What if the child we had traced was not hers? What if the clues we followed were false, planted by enemies to mislead us? We had to be certain before we gave her hope.

To raise it, only to shatter it again, would destroy her beyond repair. It was better to act in silence and give her the truth when we had it, rather than feed her dreams that would turn into nightmares.

She soon drifted into sleep in my arms. I laid her gently upon the bed and left the nurse by her side while I returned to the doctor.

Liam was still there, likely discussing her condition.

I sank into the chair across from them as the doctor continued explain , her voice steady and clinical, until one sentence froze in place.

"...and she is highly suicidal," she said, pausing as though to weigh my reaction. "You must have realised it already."

"I know," I answered quietly. "She has tried to take her life multiple tis, and it doesn’t seem like she will ever stop."

The doctor humd in acknowledgnt. My chest tightened and I forced myself to speak again. "What can we do to change her? I will do anything. I don’t want her to die. I..." The words caught in my throat, refusing to pass the weight pressing there. "You must have a way, as her doctor."

The doctor’s gaze softened with a shadow of pity. "We will try to heal her," she said, "but you must understand—her soul is shattered like a mirror. No matter how much one tries to piece it together, the cracks remain, and so shards are crushed entirely that they cannot be recovered."

"I understand," I murmured, though the words burned .

"We can guide her away from suicide, help her to find reasons to live," the doctor continued. "But I will not give you false hope, Alpha Kael. She will never again be the woman she once was, the one you must have known in the past."

I humd as I knew this already.