Lucian’s POV
After having a bath and changing into fresh clothes, Jason and I headed straight to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Roman joined us as well. We had a little guy with us now, and his first meal in the home should be like a feast.
We had traveled together for almost twenty-four hours, eating only outside food. Raven ate everything without any complaint, so it was difficult to guess what he actually liked. Neither did he talk when I asked him about his preferences, nor there were many options as we were on the run anyway.
He hadn’t spoken the entire journey, and I concluded it was maybe because we were strangers to him. Even now that we were at home, he was the same.
My people told me that even when they frisked him away from school, the kid didn’t make a sound or say a single word. He was with them for a whole day, and still, he spoke nothing. During the time they had kept an eye on him, they never saw him talk to anyone.
Now, I had started to wonder if he was mute. I hoped he wasn’t.
We focused on cooking, as Raven must be starving and dinner needed to be ready as soon as possible.
I had already searched what kids might prefer, but most of those dishes I had already cooked for Eira, so it wasn’t a difficult task. He was her son, so I believed he would like what his mother preferred. If not, I would have to figure out his preferences later.
We had already stopped bringing celery into the house, so if he was allergic to it like Eira, there was nothing to worry about.
After a while, Kael and Raven returned. Raven descended the stairs at his own pace, and Kael followed him.
As I watched Raven in casual clothes now, my lips curved into a light smile. "The kid is surely so adorable. The little cutie."
Damn! I couldn’t believe I was being cringy enough to use a word like cutie, but I couldn’t help it.
"He sure is cute," Roman, standing beside me, commented as he watched the kid as well. "Casual clothes suit him better."
"He surely inherited it from his mother," Jason added, as just like us, he was watching them.
"Agree," Roman commented again. "I am sure his father is some filthy bastard to have anything good in him to create such a son. All credit goes to our girl."
"I remember how pure and innocent she was," I mumbled. "Just a single glance at her was so precious."
"Heart fluttering, indeed," Roman commented. "Isn’t it, Jason?"
Jason glanced at her and hummed. "She was always the only one."
As I looked at the two and realized our talk, I chuckled. "All of us never fell in love with any woman, and when we did, it had to be that one. What a coincidence it is for all of us to just notice her only."
"Indeed," Roman said. "And I didn’t even know how to deal with it, so I ended up bullying her to get her attention."
"You were such an ass," I scoffed. "Even that bastard bat fell for her, who treated women as nothing but his blood banks."
"From now on, we will only treasure her," Roman added.
"Not just her, but her kid as well," Jason said.
"We will," Roman said. "And he is lucky to have five Alpha dads."
I nodded. "We will raise him just as perfect. I will teach him all my skills, from fighting to knowledge of drugs."
"I will train him in the skilled use of my torture tools," Jason added. "Looking at him, I can tell he might like to have rare pets like me."
"You two, he is just a kid. Let him enjoy his childhood," Roman interrupted us. "We will start him with proper education, and I will teach him some finance skills."
Both of us offered him mocking glares. "Bastard wants to make him like himself," I said. "We are werewolves, and our skills are more important for him. When attacks happen, your financial skills won’t save lives."
"When an attack doesn’t happen, business and finances are the ones that keep you living a good life," Roman countered. "This luxury we are living in, all those security forces and new weapons you keep adding to your inventory, every penny comes from our business."
"Let’s give it to him," Jason said, and I kept quiet. Roman wasn’t wrong either.
"What about Kael?" Roman asked.
"He will teach him his skills on how to be a good leader of the pack," I replied. "Kael is a perfect leader. The way he had turned our pack so powerful that in the last six years no pack dared even look at us."
The other two agreed.
"And Rafe?" Jason asked.
I thought about it as I looked at the Vampire who had just come out of his room. Not sure what he was doing inside. I hoped it wasn’t another blunder with the drugs or I was going to smack his butt.
"That bastard is skilled in infuriating people and walking away with it without any harm," I replied, frowning as I remembered how he always angered with his words. "That annoyingly infuriating mouth of his."
"Must taste really well," Roman commented with a chuckle.
"Why don’t you go and try yourself if you’re this curious," I snapped at him.
The bastard was trying to remind me of what I was trying to forget.
Roman offered me a teasing smile. "Well, you were unwilling to let him go, so I thought..."
I gripped a knife’s handle and pointed the blade at him. "Seems like you’re tired of living..."
"Am I wrong?" Roman teased again, then looked at Jason. "Jess, tell him."
Jason looked at me. He shut his mouth the moment he opened it to say anything. Focusing on his work, he said, "I don’t know what you two are talking about."
"As expected, this bastard will always take his brother’s side," Roman mumbled.
"What are you talking about?" a voice disturbed us.
Kael.
We didn’t realize when Kael had approached the kitchen to get water for himself from the refrigerator.
I lowered the knife and was about to reply, but Roman beat me to it.
"That... how effective Lucian’s new method is in calming our bloodlusty Vampire," Roman said, passing me a wicked smirk.
This bastard was asking for death now.
Kael raised a brow, as if asking what?