CHAPTER 75: ENEMIES AT THE DOOR

Roman’s POV

After Kael and Rafe left, I returned by Eira’s side to keep her company while Lucian and Rafe were keeping a watch on the security arrangements, continuously in contact with the security guards around the estate.

The werewolf world was entirely unpredictable when you had something with you that everyone wanted, and at this moment, that something was Eira.

Eira was in the drawing room, sitting quietly on the sofa with Vixen in her lap and Fluffy lying at her feet on the carpeted floor. These two felt like her pets rather than ours.

I was not sure what to talk to her about when she treated every one of us like air. But I couldn’t give up on her—in fact, none of us could. Or we wouldn’t be worried to protect her, and Kael wouldn’t have rushed to the council to face those annoying assholes.

As it was night, the air had gotten a little chilly, but as always she didn’t care. I fetched one shawl from the bedroom and wrapped it around her gently without even asking for her permission.

She didn’t resist, neither did she recognise what I did. I sat next to her on the sofa and decided to talk—more like to inform her of the situation.

She didn’t look at me, while I turned to her, and my hand reached out to pet Vixen. She retreated her hand while I continued feeling the soft fur of the fluffy cat. So soft— no wonder Eira truly liked petting her.

"You could guess Vixen is pregnant. Can you also guess how far she is from giving birth to little kittens?" I asked, thinking at least this might pique her interest before I jumped to the main thing.

"I am not a vet," she replied in a dismissive tone, her gaze only on Vixen.

Not surprised at her reply, I hummed. "My bad. I was overestimating you."

I said again in a relaxed tone, "I hope all her kittens look like her. If even a single one takes after their father, Rafe will kill each of those male cats that looks similar to kitten, and make sure he had truly killed that bastard. The kids will lose their father even before they get to see him."

I could see her brows knit in a frown, and then she said, "You treat people like animals—at least treat animals like people."

Ah! She was truly so compassionate towards animals, and it won’t change. Her silence broke only when she wanted to protect Vixen and Fluffy.

"We will try to," I said, taking a little pause before continuing, "...there’s something I want to tell you..."

She didn’t react, but she had to listen to it anyway. "Tonight, our enemies might attack us." I didn’t mention that she was the reason if the attack truly happened. "There is a small safe room behind that bookshelf," I pointed towards the door-sized shelf. "Just push the red book there, and it will rotate to let you inside. The moment something happens, I want you to hurry there. Once inside, there’s a black lever on the back of the door. Just turn it to the right. The door will be locked entirely."

Just then, Vixen miaowed. "And you can’t take Fluffy and Vixen with you. They might make sounds as their natural instinct to threats, and you will be discovered."

At her ignorance, I said in a strict tone, "I am serious. Don’t add to our worries when we are already busy fighting with our lives on the line. I want to believe you don’t want to see any of us dead, despite you hate us. All those deaths in the past were enough already."

At the mention of deaths, I felt her hand that had reached out to caress Vixen’s head freeze, almost trembling.

I softened my tone and said, "Don’t worry about our pets. We will protect them."

She didn’t reply, but I could tell my words had affected her deeply.

Just then, Fluffy noticed something outside and hurried out of the door.

Through the window, I saw Lucian and Rafe had also arrived outside the side house to inspect the place around.

"I told her. Remember what I said, alright?" Not waiting for her reply, I went out to my brothers.

"Bastard, you finally recognise me," Lucian was talking to Fluffy while ruffling the fur on his head. "Or that bitch had truly enchanted you."

"Everything’s fine?" I asked them, as Rafe handed me over rifle and few other weapons, which I secured on my body.

"For now," Rafe said, looking at the far distance where the guards were standing along with the commandos under Lucian’s command.

They were not allowed to come close to the home unless there was truly a need. We three were more than enough to protect here.

I looked around the lawn, where they had arranged some obstacles to hide in case there were gunfire attacks and we needed to counter-attack. And there were multiple weapons placed at different places for our own convenience.

Even if the attack wouldn’t happen, it was better to be safe than sorry—until our Alpha returned to his territory. Because in his presence, they wouldn’t dare attack so quickly and easily. Top-tier Alphas held some deadly image in everyone’s mind.

"Kael must be in the meeting or must have finished it by now," I said. "He hates long meetings and useless conversations."

"Have you explained to that bitch what to do and how not to be a reason for our deaths?" Lucian asked.

As usual, a foul choice of words—but I nodded.

Just then, we heard some distant noises.

Fluffy had already started to bark while looking towards the sky.

"Is that chopper noise?"

I asked, looking upward as the low, mechanical hum grew louder. Within moments, three assault helicopters emerged against the canvas of star-speckled night sky, their blades roaring, drowning out every other sound.

The entire estate stirred with alarm. Our guards sprang into action, and we immediately moved into strategic positions.

Then the gunfire started.

Bullets rained down from the helicopters. The sharp reports of gunfire and the deafening churn of the blades filled the air, making it nearly impossible to hear each other.

Lucian and Rafe did a counterattack while I went inside the home. "Eira, get to the safe room. Now."

Eira picked up Vixen and went toward the safe room’s entrance—the bookshelf. Relieved that she was obedient, I turned around and quickly went out to help my brothers.

Our guards and commandos were firing with precision, but the situation escalated quickly. More helicopters descended, their sides opening as enemy commandos began leaping out, ropes unfurling through the night like snakes.

"Bastards came prepared, like they’re invading a fucking war zone!" Lucian shouted, his voice rising above the chaos as he emptied his magazine and took out another group of advancing enemies.

"They’ll find out soon enough that we’re more than ready for war," Rafe responded, swiftly relocating to higher ground while reloading with a fresh belt of ammo.

The firefight stretched on, relentless and brutal. Bullets ripped through the air. Hand grenades exploded like miniature stars across the estate, shaking the earth beneath our feet. The walls of the house were pelted with gunfire, and several windows shattered, the glass raining down like glittering knives.

The relief was, Eira was inside the safe room. She was safe.