Sold To The Alphas I Hate Chapter 195: An Excited Mother

Kael’s POV

I returned to the room after having a bath, wrapped in a towel. She was still the sa, staring at Raven without blinking. Her expression was pleasant, as if she were looking at so kind of precious treasure.

Not disturbing her, I headed to the wardrobe. Just then I heard her sweet voice, "Good morning."

Of course, it wasn’t for . I turned to look at the bed. Raven was awake, looking at her, perhaps a little taken aback to see her right in front of him the mont he opened his eyes.

"Good morning, Raven," I said as I went to the bed. He looked at , and I told him, "She was missing you, so she ca here to see you."

In response, he sat up in bed, and Eira moved with him, trying to help. The little sleepy guy rubbed his eyes with those tiny fingers of his. He looked adorable.

But he wasn’t the kind of kid to linger in bed for long, given how strictly he was raised. He moved aside the blanket and stepped out of bed, while Eira helped him, which he didn’t reject. He was a good kid not to reject her help and hurt her feelings, despite being entirely capable and used to doing everything by himself. I should praise him for that.

He walked towards the bathroom, and Eira followed him, maybe worried and wanting to help, thinking he was a kid who needed assistance.

But, just after a few steps, Raven stopped and turned to look at her.

She looked confused and asked, "Do you need anything?"

I couldn’t help smiling at it. Then I answered her, "He is a boy. He needs privacy."

"Oh!.. I am sorry... please go ahead," she said a little awkwardly. "Let know if you need anything."

Raven turned around and went into the bathroom. She was clearly a little embarrassed, thinking she couldn’t do it well. She was truly cautious, as if she didn’t want to upset him at all, and wanted to be a good mother to him.

"You don’t have to be so hard on yourself," I told her.

She looked at , and I said, while buttoning my pants, "Just be casual and don’t try so hard to please him. I can tell he likes you, or he would have kept his distance given his nature. So don’t worry about doing anything wrong. You will be a good mother anyway. You have always been a good person."

I ant it when I said it. Though she hated us, she still wanted to save Lucian when he was dying. Though she said she would kill us, I knew better she didn’t want to harm anyone of us. She was just the sa kind person despite herself being hurt and her heart was full of pain and bitterness.

She simply stared at , as if she were listening to sothing wrong, or maybe she just wasn’t used to hearing anything good.

I pulled out two dresses from the bags ant for Raven and put them on the bed. "Until he returns, you can decide which dress you want him to wear today."

She looked at the dresses, and I told her, "Today we are taking him to the hospital."

She offered a worried look.

"Don’t worry. He is alright," I assured her, knowing what she must be thinking. "We need to run so tests on him, which we usually do for all werewolf kids—to have their blood purity record and register them in the pack as mbers with all their details."

Now her expression relaxed.

"I am going to register him you as his mother and I, as his father," I inford.

Her expressions brightened up. Her eyes told how happy she felt.

I continued, turning to get a shirt for myself from the wardrobe, "Also, blue or olive?"

"Blue," she answered as if on cue, not even realizing what I was asking.

"Thanks," I said and pulled out the blue shirt.

Her expression turned baffled once she realised what ant to ask.

"He wasn’t with us, so we also need to know if there is anything wrong with him—like any hidden issues," I continued, not minding her confusion. "It’s preferable to have a werewolf child’s health details."

I could see her expression softening, agreeing with what I said.

"I’ll check on him," I told her after buttoning my shirt and went into the bathroom. I saw her taking another look at the dresses I had kept for Raven.

I helped Raven inside just like the previous day, and the little guy ca out of the bathroom in a bathrobe. His cute little figure quickly caught her attention.

He stood in front of the mirror while I asked Eira, "Which one?"

She pointed towards the blue shirt for him as well. Seems like blue was her preferred color. Anyways, father and son can wear the sa color. Fortunately, her dress was blue too, though in a lighter, pleasant shade. It felt like a family now.

How about we go shopping and buy matching clothes for ourselves? Seems like a good idea.

I was about to remove his bathrobe, but Raven looked at Eira.

"You are wearing underwear inside. It’s alright," I told him.

He stayed quiet, but I decided to let him take his ti. "Can you pass the pants?" I asked her.

Eira handed it over to , and I passed it to Raven.

I turned back to her so her attention was on now instead of Raven. "How about we go shopping after the hospital visit to buy clothes for Raven?"

She looked at in slight surprise and said, "I’m not really good at finding suitable things for kids. You can help ."

She finally nodded after thinking over it for a few monts.

By then, Raven had put on the pants, and I offered him a shirt. He put it on as well and began buttoning it.

"Do you want to help you?" she asked.

She was truly excited and wanted to do everything for him. Maybe all these years she must have dread about what things she would do for her son and was now fulfilling them.

Raven simply looked at her, and she waited for him to respond.

I unbuttoned the top three buttons of my shirt. "You can help first," I said, and she looked at .

"He will see how you help , and it’s normal to accept help from his mother," I explained.

Though hesitant at first, she did it anyway. One by one all three buttons were done, while I wished the ti would stop right there. With her so close to , buttoning my shirt—it was very much the image of a perfect couple. But I knew the reality better.

I looked at Raven. "You can let her help you."

He removed his hands from the shirt’s sides, letting her know she could do it. Her face brightened, and she happily helped him button the shirt.

These were just minor things for others, but I knew they were the most delightful things for her, like the only happiness in her world.

While she was doing it, I smiled at Raven, thanking him for letting her do it. He didn’t smile back, but I knew he understood.

There was sothing between and him that our gazes could convey the things without being needed to talk.