CHAPTER 194: CHANGE IN EIRA

Eira’s POV

After talking with Roman, I couldn’t sleep for long and woke up early in the morning. I was excited to start my day with Raven.

I pushed aside the sheets and got out of bed.

"It’s still early for you to wake up," I heard Roman say.

"I have to get ready before Raven is awake," I told him and headed to the bathroom anyway.

I returned after a long time wrapped in a towel, one around my body and another over my wet hair. A nice bath, I must say, which I never cared about before. I wanted to be fresh and clean. I opened the wardrobe and wondered what to wear.

I still had scars on my body. Most of them had faded after my wolf appeared, but some old brutal ones still remained.

I looked through all the dresses Roman had bought for me. I didn’t think about it before, but now that I needed them, I was glad he did. Before, I didn’t care what I wore—or wore nothing at all.

That day when Rafe called me an unsightly witch and commented on how ugly I looked, I didn’t care. But now I didn’t want to look like an unsightly witch. Or I might only scare the kid away.

It didn’t matter before. But in front of a small kid, I had to be good.

I spent a while in front of the wardrobe, when I felt Roman’s presence behind me. "What kind do you want?" he asked.

"The one that covers my shoulders and entire chest up to the neck. And full sleeves as well," I replied.

He pulled one out and handed it to me. That was perfect. I was truly dumb not to find one among only a few of them. Maybe I’m just not used to these things now.

Just as I turned, he was still there behind me. Our gazes met, and I wondered if he was tempted to see me like this. Damn, how careless of me to be in front of him this way, when I was in a hurry to get ready. He could fuck me later.

Just as I opened my mouth to tell him that I would let him fuck me later, not now at least, he spoke.

"You shouldn’t worry about your scars," he said. "You can hide them once or twice but not always. Let others get used to seeing them, even if you think they are ugly. But that’s you, your body, and you don’t need to hide."

I didn’t know what to say. I just wanted to be pleasing to the eyes of a kid, instead of caring for him.

"Understood?" he asked.

I offered a light nod, and he went to the bathroom.

Ah, so he wasn’t waiting to fuck me. Such a relief.

I headed in front of the mirror, dried my hair, and put on the clothes. I don’t remember ever putting on such efforts for anyone except for him.

Damn! Why am I remembering that bastard? He can go to hell.

It took a long while to dry my hair completely and set it. It wasn’t working, as I didn’t feel they were set right.

How useless I am!

Roman had returned from the bath, wrapped in a towel. He had finished his bath, and here I was still in front of the mirror, frowning at myself for how long I couldn’t tell.

He came to me. "Turn around."

I looked at him, my expression annoyed. "Hair is fine," he told me as he ran his fingers through my lightly moist hair. "It needs a little more drying so it will look perfect." He used the hair dryer to set my hair and then pulled out something from the dresser.

He put it on the right side of my hair, and I turned to face the mirror. A cute little hairpin in the shape of a ribbon with tiny diamonds on it was tucked into my hair.

"This is perfect now," he commented.

Indeed it was. It looked cute. I used to like these things in the past, and Alice always gifted me so many of them. All of them must be gone by now—or maybe they’re still there in that home. Does that home even exist now?

I turned around to face him. I didn’t want to, but somehow words left my mouth, though a little hesitant, "Thank you."

His gaze lingered on my face. I could see that intensity in his eyes. Was he going to do something now? I hoped he wouldn’t.

He leaned closer and pecked my forehead. "You look beautiful."

Damn! Why was he doing this? I didn’t know how to react. I hoped he wasn’t laying a trap for me to fall for him. Because I won’t. I could only be thankful for the help he just gave.

He didn’t say or do anything else and went to the wardrobe to get his clothes.

"Raven must be sleeping. You might have to wait for a while," he told me.

"I’ll go to my pets then," I told him and left the room.

I wondered why I was talking to him this much or even felt the need to tell him what I was doing or where I was going. But somehow, I ended up doing it.

The way he was showing his care, is it growing on me? I shook my head to get rid of the thought. I busied myself with my pets, waiting for that bastard to come downstairs and bring Raven with him.

It was hard to control myself from going to that bastard’s room, and he was taking more time. When he finally showed up, Raven wasn’t with him.

Now, I didn’t care. He couldn’t just keep the kid to himself. I stood up and went straight to his room.

Lying in bed, I couldn’t help but stare at that small, beautiful face. A smile played on my lips as my hand reached out to caress his soft, chubby cheek. I realised how beautiful he was while sleeping.

Soft and delicate baby skin, inky messy hair like cotton, long lashes and quite prominent brows—I was sure they would become thicker as he grew up and add to his charm. His nose was tiny but sharp and cute. I wished to pinch it, but didn’t want to disturb his sleep.

I didn’t care if he was my son or not, whether they were intentionally hiding it from me or I was just overthinking.

For now, I just wanted to enjoy the feeling of having a child—the feeling of being a mother.