Eira’s POV
After what Roman told , I didn’t want to think about anything.
Their pain, my pain—why did it have to be this way? Despite whatever they say, it won’t change the suffering I had gone through. Even if I want to forgive them, I would never be able to forget even if I want to.
The scars that are left behind are so grave, they won’t ever heal. Even if I don’t want to rember or feel anything from past six years, every corner of my mind is stuffed with it, leaving no escape. It’s like all that abuse, hurt, and torture ran in my body instead of blood, and it will leave only when I am dead.
Will there be any escape from it?
There wasn’t. They should accept it as well. They can’t change . I was beyond rescuing now. Only if they had co for earlier, only if they had not left to suffer for so long.
I had busied myself with my pet, so neither they nor I had anything to do with each other. Because I knew nothing good would co out of my mouth if I had to speak, it was better to stay quiet.
Just when I made sure to detach my consciousness from any disturbing thought or anything around , sothing happened that touched my senses. As if the air around suddenly changed, it felt soothing to breathe.
Just then Fluffy barked and ran towards the entrance of the ho.
My gaze followed him, only to see him approaching a small figure at the door. My gaze stuck on him, that little boy like a little gentleman, calm and composed even when Fluffy barked at him.
Who is this boy?
I felt unable to look away from him. He looked around the sa age my son should be.
Is it my son? Have they brought him? Finally, can I be with him?
I felt my heartbeat rising at the thought as I watched him going towards the others.
I am a mother, so I should be able to tell if he is my son, right—even if I don’t know how he looks now.
They talked to the boy, while I registered nothing of it. My mind was busy concluding whether he was my son.
Anyways, they will tell if he is my son. Or why would they bring him here? For only. They are trying to make things right with , so they want to give my son. This conclusion made feel happy and positive. I can be with him forever now. I will take him away so nothing could separate him and . Just tell that’s my son.
Then, they turned to . Each heartbeat thumped in my ears louder than before. So negative thoughts started to spill in.
If he is my son, they said they will kill him and his father. But they don’t seem to want to kill this kid. So... is he not my son? My heart skipped a beat, a fright gripping .
So many things ran through my mind like a storm and none made sense. It was a mix of positive and negative thoughts that felt more like gibberish. One mont, the thought was hopeful, the next mont it wasn’t. My mind was a ss. Why am I like this? I wanted to pull my hair out just to be able to think straight.
These Alphas won’t tolerate their mate having a child with soone else. Shall I tell them who is the father of my child? They won’t kill him then. But let first confirm it’s my son they brought. They will tell if that’s him.
The kid stood facing , Lucian kneeling beside him. I froze, my eyes searching every detail of this child, desperate for even the smallest sign that said he was mine. Maybe he would just call mommy. I longed to hear it.
I was expecting Lucian to say, This is your son, but instead—
"Raven, this is Eira. Our mate, and Luna of this pack," Lucian introduced.
Now say I am his mother, I begged silently, my heart pounding, while the boy continued to look directly into my eyes.
"Eira, this is Raven. From today, he is going to live with us as our family," Lucian added. "I hope you don’t mind."
He didn’t say I am his mother. Just their mate and Luna. Is he not my son? Sadness gripped my heart.
"Eira?" Lucian called softly.
I looked at him, hoping this ti he would tell the boy was mine, but...
"I asked if you don’t mind Raven staying with us as family," Lucian repeated. "Do you?"
I shook my head. Why would I mind? This was their ho and they could bring anyone they wanted—but why wasn’t he telling the boy was my son?
"Good," Lucian said, turning to the child. "Everyone agreed for you to be our family. So, you can consider her your mommy and us five as your dads, alright?"
I looked at Lucian again, a tinge of hope flickering in my heart. A kid needs parents, he said.
I could only agree silently, though sadness lingered inside —because maybe he wasn’t my son after all.
Lucian introduced the boy to my pets, but still didn’t say a word about who he truly was. He returned to the others, taking the child with him, leaving with nothing but silence in place of the answer I longed for.
My heart sank in, pain once more gripping .
As they all talked, I observed the boy, because my heart wasn’t ready to give up yet.
He doesn’t look like . Maybe he took after his father.
I looked at the kid carefully, then to the man who was his father, trying to compare both of their features.
But I couldn’t tell if the child looked like him. I had never seen him when he was a child as I was new to the pack, nor even pictures from his childhood days. We were never close for him to ever show his childhood pictures.
At the sa ti, the child was so well-mannered, as if he had been raised in so rich family. He had clearly been brought up well.
Why would soone rich raise a whore’s child as their own?
Maybe he truly wasn’t my child. Maybe he was.
My mind began drafting countless ways of confirming the truth. Another ss of thoughts in the desperation to have my child back.
How could I be sure? I had only held him once after he was born. Should I go to him and hug him, try to feel if he its the sa child? I rembered his scent from back then. Maybe if I inhaled it again closely, I could confirm. Or maybe I should just ask them directly whose son he was.
Lucian brought him. I should ask Lucian—though he hadn’t told yet.
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