CHAPTER 15: KAIZAN’S OFFER TO SHARE EIRA

Rafe’s POV

"Oh! You three are here as well?" Kaizan looked at us three with a smug smile, as his gray eyes scanned us.

His dark hair set in perfect regal style, he sat like a king wearing that unbuttoned long black trench coat, giving that fake vibe of dominance which quite didn’t reach us.

Fake bastard.

"Where is one more of you? Have you four left your fifth brother behind and having fun here alone? Tsk! So unfair," he commented, his hand reaching out to caress the green emerald ring in his index finger.

He was referring to Roman, who was not with us at the moment.

"He is a clean freak and detests stinky garbage around," Lucian replied as he sat next to Kael, his gaze mocking, the cut on his left eyebrow making him look intimidating. "So fortunate of him to not be here and see you," his gaze moved to the other two standing behind the couch Kaizan was sitting on—his sworn mate brothers—"and the two junks you always keep with you."

Just like us, Kaizan, who was the same age as us, had two sworn mate brothers as well. The trend started after the packs no longer had pureblood she-wolves and thus lacked the true Lunas who helped the Alpha to strengthen the pack. Luna’s role had always been important, but as a solution to her absence, the Alphas increased their powers by having sworn mate brothers to increase their own and the pack’s power.

Sworn mate brothers were bound to their Alpha through a sacred ritual, fiercely loyal and inseparable. They were like shadows, moving with him, existing for him. And when one among them found a fated mate, the bond extended to all, sharing the same woman, binding her to the all of them.

Kaizan remained unaffected as he simply smirked wickedly. "Always so playful, Lucian."

"Want me to get serious and then send your corpse back home, just like we sent your brother’s back then?" Lucian’s tone was light, almost teasing, but his eyes had turned black with threat. "Or for a change, I’ll just feed yours to the dogs—unless they won’t mind eating stinky trash."

None of us doubted Lucian if he got truly serious, and we would participate in what he would do without even a second thought.

I went to sit on Kael’s other side and offered him a playful smirk. "Well, we left Roman to have some fun with the pureblood we have. You must have heard it, right?" My gaze and tone mocking, as I moved a hand through my shoulder-length hair lazily and leaned back on the couch. "Oh, I forgot—you were right there when we won the bidding. How did the defeat taste this time? Was it too dull without blood being shed?"

We all hated mentioning that bitch, but in this moment, using her to provoke this bastard felt too tempting to resist. At least she served one good purpose.

At the mention of her, finally there was a shift in Kaizan and his two brothers’ expressions. Obviously, they were here for the same reason.

"What brought you here?" Jason asked, breaking the silence, his tone impatient. "If you are tired of breathing, I can rid you out of trouble just like your brother."

The corner of Kaizan’s lips curved up once more, but this time gentle. "Always talking about killing and bloodshed. We are already over that phase, aren’t we? Back then, as revenge, you killed my parents and my brother who attacked your pack. Since then, all the packs are on good terms, so why still be enemies?"

After the massacre happened in both packs back then, the werewolf council meddled in and established peace pacts among werewolf packs. It forced everyone to stop wars and enmity and live in peace. On the surface, it looked peaceful, but the enmity was still there, everyone ready to kill another the first chance they got.

If not for the rules established by the werewolf council, we wouldn’t be just talking to this asshole at this moment—his blood would have spilled around the room by now. That’s why he dared show up here.

"I came on business," Kaizan said with a relaxed air. "Thought I’d take the chance to visit you as well."

Despite enmity, the business trades ran among the packs, which was a separate issue from hate and enmity.

"I must say, I have quite the offer for you," Kaizan added as the room fell silent again. But none of us took the bait. We already knew what was coming.

"I am ready to give you more than what you spent on that pureblood she-wolf," finally he got to the point, "I just want you to share her with me and my brothers. We all can share her together."

Before any of us could speak, mocking laughter cut through the tension.

Kael, who had remained silent until now, finally responded. He leaned forward, his expression cold, eyes glinting with contempt as the laughter died down.

"So you want us to share the bitch we bought?"

"That’s what I am here for," Kaizan said calmly. He had to tread carefully because he was in need here. Just like any other Alpha, he lacked a pureblood she-wolf who could breed him an heir and also give him a pleasure that only a pureblood she-wolf was able to—knotting without being killed.

Kael emptied the entire glass of wine and tossed it on the floor, which crashed in front of Kaizan’s boot-covered feet.

"Go fuck yourself," Kael snarled, "if your cock’s long enough to reach your own ass."

Kaizan merely chuckled, unfazed. "Well, you’ve always had a sharp tongue, Kael."

"Funny, isn’t it?" Lucian drawled, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "You are going to stick your cock in your own ass, while we are going to stick it inside the holes of the bitch we bought." He let out a contented sigh, eyes distant with lewd satisfaction. "It’s going to be something else when I knot her... when she starts breeding pups for me, for us."

Then his gaze snapped to Kaizan, cold and mocking. "Too bad you’ll never know the feeling. Might as well adopt. Or if you want, I can donate one of mine. I’ll have plenty. That way we can legally take over your pack too."

Kaizan’s smile faltered, the calm in his gray eyes cracking ever so slightly. "You should think carefully about the deal I’m offering," he said, voice tightening. "Everyone in the werewolf world knows you’re in possession of a pureblood. How long do you think you five can protect her? Eventually, someone will take her from you."

"Try it," Kael said, his voice dropping low and ice-cold. His eyes, now murderous, met Kaizan’s without blinking. "If even one bastard lays a finger on what’s mine, I’ll burn every pack to the ground. And yours will be the first."

There was something in the way Kael said it—a raw, unfiltered possessiveness that made even us pause. Whether it was a performance to put Kaizan in his place or the alcohol dragging out something more primal, to call that bitch as ’his’.