<h4>Chapter 198: Want To Be A Good Mother?</h4>


    <strong>Roman’s POV</strong>


    I took Eira to I’s office. Clearly Eira wasn’t pleased, but she was following through it. I weed her with a pleasant smile.


    Eira was sitting in a single chair opposite the couch in her office.


    "How are you doing, Eira?" I asked her, as she offered her a smile.


    Eira didn’t respond to her and sat on the couch opposite to I.


    I offered a light nod to I and left the office door, only to enter the side room to keep watch on Eira through the ss partition. I could hear them talk as well.


    "See, today the windows here are wide open," I said, "Liam is too boring and keeps the window of his office closed. But, I prefer to keep my office full of fresh air."


    Eira looked towards the window and then looked back at I.


    "I heard there’s a sweet little guy in your home now, along with four new kittens?" I just knew how to get her attention.


    Eira hummed.


    "I saw the child just a while ago with Alpha Kael. Indeed an adorable child," Imented.


    "Raven," Eira interrupted her, "His name."


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    "Oh! Thank you for letting me know," I said.


    I clearly knew his name, as he was her next patient. Just the tactics to make Eira talk.


    "Hmm, so let’s talk about how you are feeling these days," I said, "Are you enjoying your time with Raven?"


    Eira nodded lightly.


    "What about your wolf?" I asked.


    Eira frowned and looked towards the window.


    "If you are nning to jump, I must warn you, you won’t die because of your wolf. But you will be crippled for a life," I said calmly, "And Raven will have to see a bedridden woman as his mother. The poor kid wouldn’t be able to enjoy mother’s warmth."


    Eira looked back at her. "Did I say I want to jump from there, or I want to take my life?"


    "You certainly did not, but the way you looked at the window...."


    "When I wanted to die, you kept the damn windows locked. And when I didn’t even say anything, you are showing me the way to take my life," Eira said, her voice cold with a tinge of annoyance. "Are you looking forward to seeing me dead or what? Is this how you push your patients to death so you won’t have to bother treating them?"


    "Definitely not," I was still calm and unaffected. "I get paid for each session. If I push my patients to death, I won’t earn anything. So you know, I want my patients to keep living."


    "You are the worst and greedy doctor," Eira spat.


    "I have to be greedy to keep mine and my daughter’s stomach full," I said. "Won’t you want your child to have a good life and do anything for that? And, I do help patients by treating them."


    I didn’t know what I was trying to do, but two things I was sure about.


    First, this was thenguage Eira understood—where she got the chance to argue and express herself, instead of someone talking calmly to her and her ignoring them in return. Now I knew how Rafe got her attention all the time.


    The second thing, I just confirmed, Eira had no will to take her life now. She had dropped that idea. I took a deep sigh of relief at it.


    "These days, you must feel mentally positive and stronger than before," I concluded, "and it helps your mind think clearly, unlike feeling dazed, angered, bitter, and confused like before."


    Eira didn’t respond. As expected, she only liked to argue.


    "That’s a good thing," I took her silence as agreement. "You need to be positive and healthy if you look forward to being a good mother. After all, a mother’s emotions and actions are deeply reflected in a child as well. Given Raven, I am sure he needs a mother who provides himfort and a positive way towards life."


    At this, Eira’s expression turned calm, and she paid attention to what I said.


    "You want to be a good mother, don’t you?" I asked.


    Eira nodded.


    "Then, you have to talk to me. As a mother myself, I might help you better. Trust me, being a mother is the toughest job," I offered.


    "What should I do?" Eira asked.


    Damn! I truly was a good doctor to get into her patients’ minds so easily.


    "You have to ept your wolf. The positivity and mental and physical strength you feel these days started after you shifted. So it’s all thanks to your wolf," I said, looking straight into her eyes. "Your wolf is what makes you stronger. But if you keep rejecting it and there is a fight within you, how can you provide peace to a child? One day you will have to teach him to cherish his wolf so he can be stronger, but what will he learn if he sees his mother do the opposite?"


    There was silence on Eira’s side, but I could tell she was registering each word I said.


    "I will try to." Finally, there was an admission from her.


    I offered her an encouraging smile and moved to the next part.


    "You must miss your son when you are with Raven," Imented. "How do you feel about it?"


    Eira stared at her for a while and asked, "Is he my son?... You must know..."


    "Do you want to think that way?" I asked, not answering her directly.


    "I want to... but..."


    "If he is not your son, does it lessen your love and affection for him?" I asked.


    Eira shook her head.


    "What do you think about having your son back?" I asked, diverting her from asking if Raven was her son. "Last time we talked, you said you wanted him to die instead of turning into a monster and what not."


    Eira once more silently looked at I. She must be wondering about her previous choices.


    "After seeing Raven, you must want to see him, right?" I insisted.


    "I thought about it," Eira answered. "I indeed want him back. Once I get him..." She stopped.


    "Once you get him, then what?" I asked.


    "I will go somewhere far with him and live a good life. I won’t let him turn into a monster. I will protect him well now that I have my wolf, and I am strong," Eira answered, and it just stole my breath away.


    I didn’t know this was going on in her mind. Just as much I was relived to think she didn’t want to die now, another worry added now.


    Thankfully we followed I’s advice and didn’t tell her about Raven. She was clearly far from trusting us entirely.


    I remained calm and asked, "Do you really think you can protect him, just because you are a pureblood and now you have your wolf?"


    Eira nodded.


    I let out a light sigh and asked in a calm tone, "Eira, have you ever thought about why pureblood she-wolves are so rare now?"


    "Alphas used them and killed them," Eira answered.


    "And you think you can survive them and protect your child as well? Are you truly that powerful?" I asked. "What if you and your child are caught? What will happen then? You will be used and killed. But your child, being a pureblood, will be used as a ve, a silent weapon, ab rat, or anything worse you can even think about."


    Eira fell silent. Her resolve seemed to falter.