<h4>Chapter 132: Hearts Filled With Guilt</h4>


    Lucian’s POV


    She tried to wrench herself free, her voice sharp and venomous. "I don’t need his protection. Or yours. So you just go and fuck yourself."


    Damn! Just the mention of Kael was enough to anger her. Poor ckwolf.


    Her words did not anger me. Instead, I kept her firmly in ce, my arm still around her waist.


    She red at me with fire in her eyes. "Let me go, you jerk."


    "Alright," I murmured, then leaned in to steal a quick peck on her lips before retreating my hand and freeing her.


    She froze, stunned. Her eyes widened, lips parted. For a moment, she looked almost lost to the shock of it.


    "Want another before you leave?" I asked with amusement.


    But the surprise quickly gave way to fury. She shoved me back with what little strength she could muster. I let her push me away.


    "Bastard!" she spat, storming off the bed.


    "Wait—you’re not allowed to take the stairs," I warned, moving after her. But she ignored me, already heading for the door.


    Before she could ce even one foot down the staircase, I swept her into my arms.


    She thrashed weakly, her voice sharp with anger. "Let go of me, you rascal!"


    Her curses rang through the hall, drawing everyone’s attention. I caught their startled looks as I carried her down the stairs, but I ignored them all. My focus was only on the fiery woman struggling against me.


    Atst, I set her down on her own mattress by the ss wall. "Happy now?" I asked, my calm gaze holding hers, though her eyes still burned with anger.


    "Get lost!" she hissed, her voice trembling with rage.


    I smirked faintly, leaned down, and stole another light peck on her lips. "As you wish," I said, and stood up, offering her a light smile.


    She stared at me in disbelief before snatching up a cushion and hurling it with all her strength. "Bastard! Get lost!"


    I caught it easily, tossed it back onto her side, and turned away, a light smile tugging at my lips.


    She had always been so lifeless, so unresponsive, no matter what we said or did. But today was different. Today she reacted to every little thing. The curses, the anger, the fire in her eyes... all of it felt strangely sweet.


    The moment I turned, my eyes met my three brothers. They stared at me as though they had witnessed something truly shocking.


    Yes, I had pecked her lips. So what? It had been sweet—and her reaction afterward had been even sweeter.


    She busied herself with her pets again while I returned to the others.


    "Were you guys bathing in smoke?" I asked dryly, the sharp scent of cigarettes clinging thickly around them. "Where is Jason?" My gaze swept the room.


    "Side house," Roman replied.


    Everyone else was here. Only he had chosen to stay there? I rose to my feet. "I’ll check on him," I said, and headed out.


    The side house had been repairedpletely, but none of us truly intended to send her back there.


    Inside, I found Jason lying on the sofa in the cozy drawing room. His legs stretched beyond the cushions, one arm resting over his eyes, a pillow tucked beneath his head.


    He knew I had entered, but he did not speak a word.


    I settled into a chair opposite him and asked quietly, "What are you thinking about?"


    "Nothing. Just wanted to be alone," he muttered, his arm still covering his eyes.


    Whenever he acted like this, I knew it meant something was gnawing at him. He had always been this way since the day my mother brought him into our home. The years of abuse and pain he had endured as an orphan had carved that habit into him—his instinct to keep everything buried inside, no matter how much it hurt.


    "You know you can always tell me," I urged softly.


    "I know," he said, unmoving. "But there’s nothing."


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    "If you’re thinking about her, now that the truth is out, we’re all the same," I said anyway, unwilling to leave the silence unchallenged. "Our hearts are filled with guilt, and we’ll have to live with it for the rest of our lives. But she is still here with us—and we can at least try to make things right for her."


    Jason said nothing. His silence stretched, heavy and guarded. I let it be. He needed his own pace, his own time.


    I rose to my feet. "Don’t take too long. We’ll be waiting for you," I told him, and left.


    It wasn’t long before Jason returned to the main house. Roman and I had begun preparing lunch in the kitchen, and he joined us without a word.


    So much had happened in just a few days. Each of us had been consumed with tasks, running in different directions. But today, Kael had decided we would all stay home together.


    More likely, he did not trust himself to care for her alone after witnessing the way she recoiled from the ck wolf. So we followed his wishes without question.


    "Tomorrow is the moon festival," Roman said as he set the table. "Are we celebrating it?"


    The room fell into silence. Our gazes inevitably drifted to Eira. The moon festival was meant to be shared between mates—and here she was, bound to all five of us.


    Only Roman had marked her officially, though even he admitted there was an obstruction. Still, she bore the mark, and by tradition, he would be celebrating with her, mating with her toplete the bond.


    I knew everyone was thinking the same, but no one said it. It was Roman’s decision and his right.


    Roman broke the silence. "Though I had marked her and I should bepleting my bond with her, I don’t think this moon festival is the right time. We don’t need to be in hurry when she is not well enough."


    His words brought relief to me, and to others as well, I guess.


    We remained quiet until Roman spoke again. "She is going to be our mate, all of us. So we should celebrate it. Not in the usual way—not yet. But we can still make it something... like Christmas or New Year. Just family time. The six of us."


    His words lingered in the air. Six of us—her, and the five of us—together. Like a family.


    "Seven," Rafe corrected, his voice dry. "Don’t forget my cat."


    "Eight," I added with a faint smirk. "Don’t forget my dog either."


    Roman chuckled softly. "Then maybe count the babies inside Vixen too. This family will only growrger."


    The heaviness in the room lifted. The air felt lighter, easier.


    Rafe’s eyes turned toward Vixen, his expression softening atst. "She should be giving birth soon."


    Roman nodded. "You don’t need to worry. Eira’s always watching over her. She understands her better than anyone."


    Rafe didn’tment, and Roman said again, "And, they are her pets, now."


    "She is going to be our mate, so they are ours, including her," I said and looked at her.


    I wondered when everything will be alright and she will be sitting here by our side as a family, as a mistress of this home, a Luna of this pack.


    Just as we thought finally there were some peaceful moments, Kael’s cellphone rang.


    He nced at the screen and frowned at the name shing on his screen. We wonder who was it to make him twist expressions.


    "It’s the blond bitch," Rafe said. He was sitting next to Kael so he saw the name.


    "Even if the hospital she can’t stay put," Lucian with annoyance.


    Kael didn’t pick up the call. And as expected it rang again.


    "The bitch won’t stop unless you talk to her," Roman told Kael, "it’s nothing new for any of us."


    Kael nced at Eira for a moment who was busy ying with her cat, and the picked up the call.


    "Hmm?" he responded.


    Though the phone was not on speaker as Eira was there as well, we could hear everything.


    "Kael, you didn’te see me even after my surgery," Sophia said in a sad tone, "I have been missing you."


    If we didn’t need her to get well soon, I would have gone straight to her, strangle her before I make her speak the truth.


    Fucking bitch!


    "You are in istion. Not good for anyone to meet you," he said tly.


    "I don’t care," the bitch insisted. "I miss you. Tomorrow is moon festival. You have to spend it with me."


    Rafe almost acted as if he was about to puke. Even I felt like it. Nothing in the world could make me feel disgusted enough to puke, but this bitch’s forced pretentious words could.


    Poor Kael, had to bear with it.


    "I am busy," he told her coldly, containing his impatience and anger, "I will see you some other day. For now, focus on the recovery," and he hung up the call even before she could say more.


    "Just a while before we drag her to hell," Roman assured Kael.


    We could see his anger he was trying to suppress.


    If Sophia was a traitor, and she was the reason his parents died, only he knew how he was holding back, just like Jason and I.


    "Hell?" Rafe said, a smirk painting on his lips, "She will in a living hell very soon. And we won’t even have to lift our finger or waste our time."


    I looked at Rafe, his gaze evil and wicked as he said it. "Kaizan?" I asked him.


    He hummed with a smirk. "Kaizan seemed to have a special interest in her beyond what he shows us. And that interest sure doesn’t end at just fucking her."


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