<h4>Chapter 128: Clever Fucker!</h4>


    Kael’s POV


    Roman followed after her quietly to her ce. "I’ve set up a cushioned space for you," he said, gesturing to the arrangement by therge ss window. "You can sit or lie downfortably. Vixen can’t be exposed to the cold for long. If she stays on the floor with you, it’ll affect her health—and her babies."


    Without protest, Eira settled into the space he had prepared. A soft mattress was spread across the floor,yered with warm, thick sheets and a backrest ced just right. Roman had taken care of every detail.


    Of course he had. The bastard always had a ir for doing the right thing at the right time. He must havee home early just to arrange all this, knowing she would want to sit here.


    No one would believe this was the same man who used to bully Eira relentlessly, the same man she once despised with a passion. And yet now, he was turning into the epitome of chivalry—gentle, attentive, protective.


    "Clever fucker, isn’t he?" Rafe’s voice reached me as he looked up from his tools, eyes flicking toward me with that ever-present glint of amusement.


    "This will keep Vixen warm too." Once more Roman’s voice got my attention.


    He had picked up a warm fleece nket and gently draped it over her shoulders.


    Bastard really knew how to use her pets against her. And I couldn’t even pull that off. I am the most powerful Alpha, but was I that useless at these things?


    "Staring at him isn’t going to teach you his tricks," came Rafe’s mockingment once more.


    I shot him a sharp re, my voice cold, "Focus on your work. I want results. Soon."


    He didn’t even look up. Just smirked as he continued tinkering with the equipment andmented again, "Tsk! The burn is real."


    I wanted to kick him—hard, but I stood up and walked away, heading straight to my room, unwilling to let anyone see the emotions boiling in me.


    ----


    Evening arrived, and with it came Lucian and Jason. Once they were seated, Iid out everything—from the hospital visit to the toxicology reports, from the evidence Rafe retrieved to our growing suspicions.


    As Roman listened, he leaned forward slightly and said, "I’ve heard her say that name in her sleep. A few times, actually. But I didn’t mention it before... I thought you guys might get angry, thinking she was still dreaming of another man. I didn’t want to trigger any reactions from you when all of you were already being an ass towards her."


    He wasn’t wrong. I’d had that exact thought when I first heard her murmur the name. While Roman and I could keep our assumptions to ourselves, we couldn’t say the same about Lucian and Jason. Especially Lucian. His temper was a different beast altogether.


    Roman added with a relieved breath, "Thankfully, it turns out the name she kept whispering—Ray—is her son."


    Lucian was now poring over the medical report, his sharp eyes scanning every line. A shadow passed over his face.


    "Grimhaze?" he muttered under his breath, fists clenching tightly. "How fucking dare they?"


    Jason took the report from him, reading it carefully. His expression turned grim.


    "Alice feared scorpions more than anything," Lucian said, voice rough. He sank into the sofa, elbows on his thighs, head bowed low. His entire body was tense, trembling with a rage he was trying to contain. "She must’ve been terrified out of her goddamn mind. The bastards who gave her this drug... they’re begging for a lifetime of suffering."


    "Is it really that potent?" I asked.


    Lucian nodded, jaw clenched. "Depending on the dosage and the person’s mental state, yes. Seeing how Alice reacted in that video, screaming,pletely unhinged—they didn’t go easy on her. With that much Grimhaze in her system, she would’ve been hallucinating vividly, convinced those giant scorpions were trying to devour her."


    He exhaled shakily. "She’s had that fear since she was a child. One stung her when she was little, and the trauma never left. She used to have nightmares about it."


    "No wonder she was screaming for help so desperately," Roman murmured.


    Lucian nodded. "This drug doesn’t just bring your nightmares to life—it breaks your mind. Weakens your sense of reality. It throws you into a spiral of fear so intense, your body believes it’s dying. It’s not just a trip. It leaves a mark. Even after the drug fades, the visions, the fear—they can linger for life. People end up permanently traumatized, stuck in a loop of the same fucking nightmares."


    "If Eira was given the same drug, shouldn’t she be seeing spiders instead of a ck wolf?" Roman asked.


    "But she’s also afraid of ck wolves. That’s why she was scared of Kael the day she saw him in his wolf form," Jason added, his expressions serious as if recalling something forgotten.


    Lucian hummed, eyes narrowing in thought. "There must be a reason she saw ck wolves instead of spiders. That’s not random. It feels like selective fear—induced, perhaps, by someone... or something."


    "You mean someone manipted her mind that she’d only hallucinate a ck wolf?" Rafe asked, ncing up from his tools.


    "That seems to be the case," Lucian replied, reaching over and picking up the gun from the table among the rest of the evidence. He held it with care, eyes studying every curve and detail. "And I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s the same person who handed her this weapon."


    He turned the gun over in his hands once more. "I’m taking this with me."


    Rafe gave a small nod, offering no protest. Lucian was, after all, the best among us when it came to analyzing something like this—especially when emotion was involved.


    But then Lucian’s gaze shifted to me.


    "I still want to test a drug on her," he said bluntly. "I need to know what she sees this time. Will it be a ck wolf... or a spider?"


    I gave a slow nod. "The doctor mentioned we need to trigger an emotional response. Shake her mind enough to stir those suppressed memories. If this test can help us get there... then so be it."


    "But, just a little you have to use," Jason added. "Overdose might harm her."


    Lucian assured, "Just enough to trigger her fear. And, I will give her an antidote quickly. Won’t let it harm her. You can trust my skills in drugs."


    Everyone agreed to his demand.


    "Do it tomorrow," I instructed with following deration. "And, tonight she is going to stay with me."


    They looked at me in shock. I didn’t find it necessary to exin them why, and none objected it.


    My wolfforted hers and turned it stronger to help her heal faster. If she was going to be tested with drugs tomorrow, she needed to be with me, her wolf needed to be with mine.