CHAPTER 67: QUESTIONING EIRA ABOUT HER WOLF

Roman’s POV

What?

I couldn’t even say it aloud. The word echoed inside my head, stunned and sharp.

Her reply had left not just me, but everyone else frozen in place.

Kael, who had been about to walk out, stopped mid-step. Rafe, in the middle of looking for his cat, turned stiff. Jason and Lucian, who had been washing Fluffy, paused as if someone had snapped their strings.

Liam himself looked speechless to hear what Eira said. Being a werewolf doctor, someone who understood the significance of what she’d just revealed, that silence of his said everything.

"You... never...?" Liam stammered, disbelief contorting his face. "You’re a pureblood. Their heat cycle is vital—not just important, but essential for survival. And it’s one of the most painful and difficult phases... How could you not?" His words fumbled, as if his brain was scrambling to accept what he’d just heard. "You’re twenty-two. After coming of age, you should have gone through heat at least a few times by now."

We saw her lifting her gaze to meet Liam’s. As always, cold and emotionless.

"Being fucked every single day and night without a single quiet moment to breathe... was there still a need for my body to get into heat?"

Her voice was cold, devoid of emotion—yet it wasn’t bitterness or sarcasm. It sounded like she was simply stating a fact.

"I got a good fuck for six whole years—without needing to be in heat or even asking for it. And it’s going to continue till the end of my life. Just the fucking whore I am. So don’t worry about me. I’m not getting into heat. Not now. Not ever."

Liam wasn’t the only one left speechless. Even the five of us stood there, unable to find words.

Not just Liam—even the five of us felt speechless.

My heart pained to hear truth of those past six years of her life from her directly.

But there was no counterargument we could come up with, except for satisfying our rage-filled egos with a single conclusion—She deserved it for what she did.

Just the right excuse to make ourselves feel less guilty—if we were ever going to even feel it.

"Your wolf... what’s the situation? Can you feel it?" Liam asked, composing himself after her shattering reply.

"I don’t know," she answered without looking at him. Her voice was flat, distant.

Losing a wolf was worse than death for a werewolf. It was losing a part of your soul—your strength, your identity.

But she didn’t care.

"Eira, be honest and tell me," Liam said gently. "We know if you had truly lost your wolf, you wouldn’t be alive today. Something must be keeping it going. Maybe there’s still some hope... something left inside you."

At that, she looked at him again.

Both of them stared in silent gazes, as if he had just said something to strike the chord. I could tell something unspoken passed between them.

"Eira, I just want to know the truth. That’s it," Liam assured her, as if making it clear to her to let her guards down.

She let out an irritated sigh. "I just feel it’s faint presence. That’s it."

"Have you ever shifted?" Liam asked quietly.

She shook her head. "Never."

Liam exhaled, long and helpless, as if he’d just heard something truly devastating.

"Why didn’t you tell me this before?" he asked, his voice strained. "You’ve missed the two most crucial phases in any werewolf’s life."

She didn’t respond. Instead, she looked away, clearly uninterested in his concern—like his worry was just another burden she didn’t care to carry.

"This won’t do," Liam said at last, regaining his composure. "We’ll begin proper treatment. First, to trigger your heat—it should help reconnect you with your wolf. After that, we’ll work on initiating your first shift. Alright?"

"I’m used to letting people do whatever the hell they want with me," she said coldly. "You don’t need to explain anything. Just do what you think will earn you a favor from your masters—who can’t wait to fuck me."

Her gaze snapped back to him, dark and void of care. "Maybe you can join in too. I don’t reject anyone—young, old, ugly, handsome, rich, poor, stinky, dirty, whatever. All are the same to me. They’re guaranteed to get what they want."

"Eira," Liam exclaimed, his voice laced with anger.

And he wasn’t alone. We all felt the same fire burning inside us.

She was offering herself like...

I didn’t even have the words. No curse or insult could express what I was feeling.

Whatever happened with her before, now she was with us. None of us had done anything with her, instead we took care of her despite we hated her.

"I’ve always considered you like a daughter," Liam said, clearly hurt. He began packing up his bag, his hands tight with frustration. "By tomorrow, I’ll arrange the specific medications you need. We’ll start treatment tomorrow."

But even then, she didn’t flinch.

She simply turned her face away again, rejecting his concern without a word.

Till this day, she had been utterly silent, barely speaking. Her eyes had always been the only window into her soul—but even that was impossible to read.

Now that she had finally started to speak...It was clear her heart held nothing but hatred, bitterness, and distrust.

Maybe she never trusted anything at all—not even the air she breathed.

Liam came to us and talked to Kael, knowing well we all had heard them talking.

"I will start her treatment tomorrow. I need some time to arrange the medication," he said calmly.

Kael simply hummed.

Liam added, "Don’t let her words get to you. Her soul has been deeply wounded. She will always do and say the things that hurt her the most, rather than they hurt us. All we have to do is be patient with her."

Kael hummed once more, and Left with Liam after instructing me to take care of the things.

The silence that followed was heavy, uncomfortable. But it didn’t last long.

Lucian’s angry voice suddenly shattered the stillness. "You bastard, come back here, or I’ll chop your damn paws off!"

We turned to see him shouting at Fluffy, who had dashed ahead, water dripping from his soaked fur as he ran straight toward Eira.

The moment he reached her, Fluffy shook himself with full force, sending heavy droplets of water splashing all over Eira.