<h4>Chapter 145: Picture Of Eira’s Child</h4>


    Kael’s POV


    "From the mention of Ravenw Pack, I do feel we need to look into what kind of enmity your parents had with them," Jason said. "It’s not a coincidence that those old hags and a child are there."


    "There were indeed some feuds the previous Alpha of Ravenw Pack had in the past, but it was never with our pack," I told them. "But I will look into the things that are not recorded. We might get some clues."


    I then looked at Liam, "Do you have any information on the great war?"


    "I was so young back then, so I am not sure entirely. Most of the things were kept hidden," Liam said as he recalled what he knew. "As from what I heard, in the Great War back then, Ravenw Pack suffered great losses. And our pack wasn’t on their side. Though we didn’t have a straight war with them, we sided with their enemy group. So in turn, we were their enemy as well."


    "Maybe you can look into, among all the enemy packs, who they fought with most fiercely and who caused them the greatest losses. But the issue is the records from that time were burned, so all the packs could review themselves from the start and not have any humiliating things recorded under their names. It was when the council was formed and marked as the birth of a more organized, newly led, spotless, werewolf world."


    I hummed, knowing exactly what to do. "We will need to look into any old people who still have knowledge of the Great War. Though records are erased and not much information was passed onto the next generation, their memories are still the record of everything."


    "I will tell my people to get some of the old ones around, if anyone is still alive from the Great War period," Lucian assured.


    As I nodded to agree, he spoke again, a little hesitant this time. "My spies sent me a picture of that child."


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    At his words, I froze, unsure how to feel about it. That was Eira’s child—the proof that she had conceived with someone else. She had borne a child for that bastard who impregnated her.


    I looked at my brothers. They were the same. No one truly looked eager to see the child, maybe unsure of how they would feel about it.


    Lucian picked up the tablet from the center table, opened the email, and handed it to me.


    I swallowed hard, my heartbeat unstable, as I looked at the picture of a five-year-old boy. An innocent, small face, dressed in a school uniform: a white shirt, light blue pants and jacket, a blue tie, and an ID card hung around his neck. He was standing in the school yground with a young woman by his side, probably his teacher.


    I was wondering if he resembled Eira. It was hard to tell in the picture, which had been taken from a distance. Unlike Eira, the child had dark hair, and his eyes seemed the same as well. Maybe he took after his father.


    As I observed more, I noticed his expressions were calm andposed, unlike the other kids who were ying andughing around.


    Suddenly, I felt curious to know him, to know the kind of kid he was. Adorable like any other child his age, but with a touch of maturity—or perhaps just an unspeakable quietness. If he was Eira’s son, was he happy there, in the care of other people?


    How must they be treating him? He was the child of a pureblood mother, and if his father truly was that Alpha of Ravenw Pack, then he carried a precious bloodline and would develop unique powers once he grew up. I hoped he wasn’t being used by them for something. All of a sudden, worry gripped my heart.


    "Are you sure it’s her child?" I asked.


    "As per our leads, a hundred percent her child. But we are yet to get his DNA sample. Once we get it, there won’t be any doubt left," Lucian answered.


    I passed on the tablet, and the others looked at the kid. I wasn’t sure what they were thinking, but as for me, I felt a deep unease in my heart for the child—who wasn’t even mine.


    "How will she feel if we show this picture to her?" Roman asked, staring at the picture.


    "We can’t yet," I said. "We need to be a hundred percent sure of it. And I already told us we need to wait for her emotional situation to stabilize."


    Just as I said this, all our attention went back to the TV screen as we heard I ask something to Eira, after she had finished rewarding her with some stories about Alice.


    "I want you to share the pain you’ve been keeping buried inside you," I told her. "Everything that hurt you over the past six years. I want you to let it out."


    Eira’s expression darkened, unlike how she was at ease while listening about Alice’s stories from I, as her reward for answering the question about her fear of ck wolf.


    Her hands almost clutched her dress the moment the doctor mentioned her pain from the past six years. She was trying to hide her anxiousness, her fear, behind those cold and dark expressions.


    "You can tell me, Eira," I said in a coaxing tone. "Keeping it inside you will only bring you more harm than good."


    Eira let out a light, disdainful scoff, before saying, "If you’re that curious to know how whores are treated, and if you want to fulfill your twisted fantasy of knowing how they’re fucked, I suggest you just buy some books that mention those dark stories. I believe there are so many.


    "Oh, I remember, I even had the customer who were there to fuck me for their research on whores so they could write about them. One bastard even wanted to draw me naked for his work. He kepting again and again, saying he wanted to write more. The bastard even had some wicked fetishes which he tried on me. I am sure his book will satisfy you entirely if he had ever written one."


    I remained calm for a while. "I want to help you get out the pain you’ve locked yourself in, Eira. You have to...."


    "So what do you expected me to do instead?" Eira’s mocking, but this time angry voice cut through again. "Celebrate over how well I was fucked? Tell me, how should I do it? Want me to dance, or have some drinks or drugs, tell me?"


    Each word from her felt like a knife piercing my chest. Her bitter words were her deeply engraved pain, her helplessness—and I could feel it.


    Damn! My hearts hurt for real, the same pain I had been feeling for the past six years.