Kael’s POV
Jason left early and brought clothes for all of us, as the ones before were torn when we shifted the previous night and we hadn’t bothered to take them off.
Eira was still sulking over what Rafe did and had no regard for any of us. She walked out of the water and sat on a rock, looking somewhere random. She looked like an angry child who was upset with everyone.
All of us put on pants while letting our bodies soak in the sunlight. I carried the t-shirt Jason had brought; clearly he hadn’t bothered to go to Roman’s room to get clothes for her and had just picked up his own random t-shirt.
I went to her and offered the t-shirt. "You can wear this."
She didn’t even look at me, let alone the t-shirt.
"It’s alright if you don’t want to wear anything. I will ask any guard in sight to stay away so they won’t be able to see you," I told her.
"Half of the world has seen me naked, what more those guards," she spoke bitterly, unbothered by her nakedness. "Be generous to them and let them enjoy the view as well. A naked pureblood—where will they get to see?"
The moment she said it, I felt like destroying that very half the world she was referring to. And I will.
The more I wanted to forget someone had ever dared to touch what’s mine, the more she tried to remind me. She knew it hurt me, and she was leaving no chance to remind me.
Well, I deserve it, that’s what I could tell myself.
I didn’t want her to stay naked like this, so I decided to make her wear the clothes on my own. At the same time, seeing her naked wasn’t good for my sanity or self-control.
God damn It! I am a top-rank werewolf with a very thin line of losing control when it comes to my woman. If we were on good terms and she had accepted me, I would have been fucking her every day and night, barely letting her rest.
I adjusted the t-shirt in my hands, pulled it over her head, and then slipped her hands through the loose short sleeves that ended below her elbow. She didn’t care what I did, treating me like air as always.
But my displeasure vanished as I looked at her. She looked like a kitten in that oversized brown t-shirt, and how I wish to hold her and crush her in tight hold like a sweet little toy.
"Let’s head back," Lucian said as he came to us with the other three. When Jason returned with the clothes, he already came back with the SUV in which we all could return.
We didn’t mind shifting back and returning, but I was sure she wouldn’t want to shift again so soon after going through so much pain.
All of us returned home.
"I am starving," Lucian said, heading to the kitchen already, "time to cook something delicious to reward our beautiful silver wolf, to congratulate her on her first shift and meeting her wolf."
We all agreed to it, while Eira, unbothered, went to her pets.
We finished breakfast, where Lucian had once more cooked what Eira liked. She was now eating with us at the dining table without any protest.
Liam arrived home. The old man settled opposite me on the sofa and said, "I came here last night, but I saw you brothers were guiding well with the shift, so I thought there was no need for me to meddle in."
"You thought it was just right," I told him straightaway.
The old man chuckled lightly at my cold comment, while I asked, "What about the test?"
Last night, Lucian had already sent a blood sample of that child to him before returning home, so we could get the test done soon.
Just as I asked, the other four stopped what they were doing and came to us.
Liam pulled out the test report from the bag and handed it over to me.
"It’s a perfect match of what we were looking for," he said while I looked at the report.
The test showed that the child was indeed Eira’s.
We all looked at her at the same time. She wasn’t even aware that we were talking about her child. We had found him, finally.
The only thing that came to my mind was, how will she react now if I told her we found her child? Will she be over the moon, or react in a completely different way that will make me regret telling it to her? At the moment, she was entirely unpredictable.
I inhaled deeply to calm myself, for some reason my heart felt heavy.
I turned to Lucian. "Bring that child here."
It wasn’t a question but a direct order; he had to do it at any cost.
As expected of Lucian, he replied, "I was going to do it without you even having to order me." He looked at her. "That child belongs here."
"We will come with you," the other three told him.
All my brothers were on the same page in this matter.
Isla had told us to keep her child away from her for now, but I didn’t want to wait anymore. We will see what to do once the child was in our hands.
"That means you are trying to wage another war," Liam commented, "well, not like that; the Alpha won’t permit you so easily."
"Who needs his permission?" Jason snapped. "Only the losers ask for it."
We all looked at him, and he added, "Don’t tell me you are trying to frisk it away."
We stayed quiet and he understood.
"Not that I mind bringing him here, but that sure will call for another face-off with the council once they know who got the child," Liam said.
"I will wait for that," I replied, looking at my brothers. "Do whatever you can to get that child. The aftermath? I will take care of it."
Their confident nods showed they clearly trusted me.