Sold To The Alphas I Hate-Chapter 344: Eira’s Birthday

Eira’s POV

"Caldwell, cut the cake already," Rafe commented, glancing at the huge wall clock hanging on the wall. "The day has started."

Jason silently handed me the knife. I took it, emotions rising unexpectedly inside me. My eyes burned, but I forced myself to stay composed. I did not want to cry. Not now.

"Raven is in deep sleep, so I didn’t bring him," Kael said gently.

"Oh." I looked at him and nodded. "You did well. It’s hard for him to sleep peacefully."

"We are going to cut another cake later, the one Raven selected for you," Roman added. "That will make up for it."

"He chose the cake?" I asked softly. "When?"

"That’s his secret," Roman replied with a faint smile. "Just know that he was very excited about it."

I smiled, looking forward to it. The thought distracted me enough to steady my breathing, and I inhaled slowly to calm myself. All good now.

I blew out the candles and cut the cake. They fed me pieces one by one, and I returned the gesture while they clicked pictures around us.

Kael leaned closer and pressed a soft peck to my forehead. "Happy birthday."

"Thank you," I said, smiling at him.

"Happy birthday," Roman followed, brushing his lips against mine. "Hmm, cake tastes better this way."

A soft chuckle escaped me. Lucian stepped forward next, his gaze falling to my lips again.

Damn. He had already left them swollen and burning.

As if sensing my thoughts, he let out a quiet chuckle and simply pulled me into a hug, careful not to crush me. "Happy birthday, Eira."

I wrapped my arms around him and murmured, "Thank you."

He released me, and Rafe stepped closer. "Well, nothing about you is left untouched today by some bastard, so I will just..." He dipped his fingers into the cream and smeared it across my cheeks. "Make do with this. Happy birthday, Caldwell."

Couldn’t he just call me by my name like everyone else? Whatever.

"Thank you," I replied.

"Happy birthday," I heard Jason say as he picked up a tissue from the box on the table.

"Thank you," I repeated, and he gently wiped the cream from my cheeks.

I stood still, unsure how else to react. Once he finished, he stepped back, giving me space again.

Kael stepped forward again and came to stand before me, pulling a small box from his pocket.

My gaze lingered on it as he opened the lid. "A birthday present for you."

As if mesmerised, I stared at the beautiful red teardrop pendant hanging from a delicate chain. It did not look like an ordinary stone. There was something rare about it, something powerful. I could feel its energy, pure and protective, as though it carried a quiet strength within it.

I looked back at him. "It looks precious."

"That’s why it’s for you," he replied softly. "It belonged to my mother, a Luna. I wanted to give it to you."

He was giving me something that belonged to his mother?

Everyone knew how deeply Kael loved her. Alice used to tell me stories about it. I had seen him leave everything behind just to answer a single call from her, as if nothing else in the world mattered more. I had heard how kind she was too, a compassionate Luna who cared for everyone under her protection.

I wanted to ask if he was truly certain about giving it to me, but before I could speak, he had already lifted the chain and placed it around my neck.

I touched the cool stone resting against my skin, just below my collarbone, and finally could not hold back. "Are you sure about this?"

"More than ever," he assured me with a gentle smile. "It belongs to you. A Luna of this pack, and a woman I love. My mate."

I chose to accept it, honoring both his feelings and the meaning behind the gift.

Then Roman guided me back onto the sofa. He pulled a stack of papers from a large envelope he had taken from the table and handed me a pen.

"You have to sign this," he said.

"What is it?"

"A part of the Valemonte empire’s shares in your name. The portion meant for the Luna of this pack," he said.

I looked at him in surprise. I had no idea how big or small that offer truly was, but was it right for me to accept something connected to their company when I had nothing to do with it? I did not even work there.

"All of own share of it. And our mate deserves equal rights in whatever we own," Roman explained calmly. "So this is rightfully yours."

"You are the richest shewolf now, Caldwell," Rafe added with a crooked grin. "Just sign it. Don’t hesitate."

I looked at him, only for him to continue, his tone turning more serious. "You should understand by now that wealth gives you power, and you need to accept it when it comes your way. The weaklings only get trampled."

He sounded like the one who had experienced it first hand.

"And having only the power of a werewolf trait is not enough in this advanced world. If it were, you would not have suffered despite being a pureblood," he added.

His words made sense, even if they were blunt.

I glanced back at Roman, and he nodded encouragingly. "He is right. Sign it."

Letting out a shaky breath, I signed the papers anyway, unsure how I would ever use something like this when I already had everything I needed and these five were always there to protect me.

Lucian handed me a quiet, huge box and placed it carefully beside me on the sofa.

He urged me to open it.

I lifted the lid, and my eyes instantly brightened. Inside were countless photo frames, each holding moments from my life, from the past to the present.

I took my time going through them one by one.

Pictures with Alice, Jennifer, and these five from the days we gathered at Alice’s home. It felt as if those sweet memories had come alive again, the happiest months of my life captured in still moments. Back then, they had been my entire world.

There was nothing but laughter and warmth in those images. My vision blurred with tears, and I quickly wiped them away so they would not steal my chance to relive those memories once more.

"There are a few interesting ones too," Lucian said softly, handing me another set of frames.

These were pictures from my present life in this house. I wondered when they had even taken them, because I did not remember posing for any of it.

They were candid moments, small glimpses of me with each of them. Then my gaze fell on the sweetest ones of all.

Me and Raven.

Pictures of me with my son.

My heart felt as though it might burst under the weight of so many emotions at once.

Lucian reached out and gently wiped the tears from my cheeks. "You liked it?"

I nodded quickly. "I did. I liked it a lot... thank you..."

"We will have many more going forward," he assured me, and I nodded again.

"If you are done crying, time to get to the fun part, Caldwell," Rafe’s voice broke in as he approached.

I looked up at him, and he handed me a rectangular, finely carved box. "Something of your interest, trust me." A wicked grin curved his lips.

I hope he was not pranking me, but then his eyes told me that I was going to like it.