ログインRoman’s POVI glanced at the others after Kael’s words. Their faces mirrored my own shock. So I wasn’t the only one who had understood.Finally, Kael had noticed what Kaizan had said that day. He fancied blonds.Kael had always had sharp senses for seeing through twisted minds like Kaizan’s, for understanding exactly what people like him were thinking.Someone like Kaizan, obsessed with the same bitch, would always be particular about his choices. He wouldn’t look at brunets. And the way he had looked at Eira that day made it clear—he wasn’t interested at all.The bitch he had been obsessing over might not have been Eira at all, but a someone blond.And there was only one blond bitch involved in that incident from six years ago, though we had thought she was a victim—or at least, that’s what we were shown.Still, we needed proof before we concluded anything.Maybe there was something missing that we couldn’t see under those strong proofs.That terrifying night resurfaced in my mind—Al
Kael’s POVOnce Sophia was taken inside the test room, I went to Liam who was monitoring the live scanning of Eira’s body on the monitors in front of him, while I watched on the other side of a glass window in the wall where Eira was lying under the scanning machine, quiet and her eyes closed.Only doctors were allowed in this part and inside this room, but I owned this hospital, so who was going to stop me. And at that, who dared even stop their Alpha."Anything to worry about?" I asked as I stood looking at her.Busy scanning the monitor, Liam said, "Her recovery is kinda miraculous now that her wolf showed its presence, just like how it should be in the pureblood.""So she is entirely healthy now?" I asked again."Not entirely, as wounds on one’s soul could never heal, though the physical wounds could. But still, I’ll say this much progress is good as well," Liam said and turned his chair to face me. "And for that, we should thank Lucian."I looked at him, as I knew what he meant.
Roman’s POVWhen all of us were wondering how to deal with Eira after last night’s incident, and whether she might spiral into another mental breakdown, seeing her back in the drawing room, taking care of her pets, and acting her usual distant self brought a sense of relief.At least there was a chance to communicate with her normally. Or at least I hoped there was. I wasn’t sure how to handle her broken and depressed self again. It had already been difficult to reach her after Jason’s torture.It seemed that a good night’s sleep in Kael’s room had calmed her entirely."Was she alright last night?" I asked Kael. The others leaned in, waiting for his answer.Kael hummed. "I put her to sleep. She slept without any struggle," he paused, sensing our scrutinising gazes, and added, "...Probably just too exhausted after crying."That was good to hear."I’ll get her ready for breakfast," I said and headed to my room.She was sitting on the bed, her hair completely disheveled, falling over her
Roman’s POVThe entire night had passed in dreadful silence where I could only stare at the empty spot in my bed where she used to sleep. It’s barely been a few days, and I was already used to having her in my bed, as it felt complete despite there always being distance between us. Just her presence—the mild scent of hers filling this room—was enough.Whenever I closed my eyes, the scene from the stable haunted me—her utterly broken.I couldn’t help but still feel heavy in my chest and the corners of my eyes moist as tears threatened to come out. Not being able to take it, I sat in bed while resting against the headboard, picked up Vixen to hold her against my chest, and caressed her soft fur. She carried her scent, and it made me feel at ease. Maybe this was the way I could sleep.She should be fine with Kael, I told myself, trying to find some comfort in the thought.The morning came with Vixen no longer in the room. I realized I woke up a little late, as I couldn’t sleep for long.
Roman’s POVThe other four stepped inside, their expressions frozen in shock—just like mine.There she was. Kneeling on the cold, unforgiving floor, Jason’s torture toolbox sprawled open before her. In her trembling hands, she held the gun, the barrel pressed under her chin, ready to end it all."Eira. No," I shouted, my voice cracking, a mix of panic and disbelief.She turned to look at us, her bloodshot eyes wet with tears, yet burning with a terrifying, resolute determination. And then, with terrifying swiftness, she pressed the trigger.Click.My heart stopped. For a moment, the world went silent. I could almost feel her life slipping away from her, and the thought of it made my chest tighten, suffocating me. The others were frozen, their faces pale, disbelief etched into every line.She blinked, startled, and pressed it again. Click.And again. Click."No bullets in gun," Jason said, "I emptied it after Kael killed my pets."Relief surged through us, but it was nothing compared t
Roman’s POVIn the evening, I returned home after a long day at the office, juggling Kael’s affairs alongside my own work.The others had returned a little later, and from the looks of it, Kael had spent the entire day in the drawing room, keeping a silent watch over her. She sat in her usual reserved corner, near the floor-to-ceiling windows and Vixen’s pet house, completely motionless."Has she caused any trouble?" I asked. Kael shook his head. Thankfully, she hadn’t done anything to provoke him.She was like a ghost, invisible until one’s eyes fell on her. No sound, no movement. Even her breathing was quieter than Vixen’s."What did you find?" I asked Lucian, Jason, and Rafe.The three of them exchanged glances and chose to remain silent. I understood—they didn’t want to discuss such matters in front of her.Believing that everything was fine with her, even after the incident with the video that morning, and with the evening already settling in, we decided to send her to her room







