Fated To The Alpha

Chapter 288

Fated To The Alpha by Jessica Hall Chapter 288

Kyan POV

Cries filled the birthing suite as our son was finally born. We had all held our breaths when Marabella

went into labor early, and our son’s heart rate dropped as her contractions worsened, only to become

stuck, and he was eventually delivered by forceps.Only when he was born he didn’t cry, and a flurry of

nurses ran around, and doctors rushed in while they tried to get him breathing. So when his ear-

piercing scream resounded around the room. I sucked in a breath of relief, and Jonah broke down.

Those few minutes were the most intense few minutes of my life. It was heart-stopping when we were

only met with silence, and the fearful look on

the midwife’s face made my stomach drop.

The midwife brought him back over to Mara, setting him on her naked chest while Jonah and I hovered,

watching over them. I thought no day would ever outmatch the day my father returned to m e. How

wrong I was. Our son had only been born for a few minutes, and I knew without a doubt that I loved him

more than life itself, and I wouldn’t hesitate to give my last breath just so he could take another

Commotion in the halls outside the birthing suite reached our ears, and I knew it was our fathers trying

to get in. Jonah shakes his head every weekend, no matter what. Mateo, Ezra, and Kat come down to

visit Mara. Andrei and Sage, every second weekend, so thank god the Manor was huge because every

weekend, the house was full. Despite them driving me nuts, I enjoyed seeing my mates happy and, for

once, having a family. I didn’t realize how much I had missed out on shutting myself away from the

world.

The nurse comes over and checks Mara. While the doctor gives her stitches, Jonah leans over her

shoulder and brushes his little nose with his finger, and for a while, I just watched them. Eventually,

they wheeled Marabella and our son down to the maternity wards. 2

After some tests and Mara was settled, the midwife returned our son to us, giving him the all-clear. She

hands him back to Mara when she turns to look at m e. I was the only one that hadn’t held him yet out

of us. He looked so small, and I was afraid of hurting him, but I could see Ella wouldn’t accept another

excuse, so I held my arms out for him just like Jonah had, and she set his tiny body in my arms. He

opens his eyes, Jonah looking over my shoulder gasps, and I peer down at him as he yawns. He

blinked, and I knew why Jonah felt so shocked.

His eyes were the color of smoke. No, that wasn’t an accurate description. They

looked like the shadows, only a little darker, eyes wise beyond their years, and Mara sat up as I sat on

the edge of the bed to look at him. He stared back at her, munching on his hand hungrily, and I passed

him back to her. I watch as he turns his face against her chest, seeking her breast. She looks at me

with worry, and my brows furrow when we hear a knock on the door. Jonah wanders off to answer it

before asking if we were alright for my father to come in.

She nods her head, and I help her rearrange the blankets to make sure she i s covered completely

before Jonah opens the door and Kat and my father step inside the room. They moved instantly to the

bed, and Kat told us Andrei and Sage were caught in traffic but ensured they were on their way.

“Well, would you look at that?” Dad says a s Mara passes our son to him. Kat stands o n her tippy toes,

looking at him before my

father sits in one of the blue chairs that were hard as a rock. Kat brushes his little hand while my father

holds him, and dad sniffles. Kat gazed down at him, brushing the back of his little head gently.

“He’s perfect,” she says, her voice cracking

“That he is,” Dad murmurs when our son opens his eyes. They both look at each other startled.

“And shall the Shadow King rise,” my father murmurs thoughtfully.

“He is tainted by the shadows?” Mara asks worriedly. I look over at her, and she bites her lip staring at

our son, but her mother shakes her head, and I sigh. A breath of relief escapes me until my father

speaks. His next words sent a cold chill down my spine.

“No, he is the shadows,” Dad says, looking down at him and brushing his cheek with his thumb. Jonah

looks over at

my father, but he says nothing else on the matter, and Kat doesn’t either as she stares down at him

with so much love. My father passes our son to her, and she holds her arms out and sits beside him. H

e sucks on his hand, watching his grandmother with big eyes when she turns to look over at us. I sat

next to Marabella on the edge of the bed while Jonah stood beside me.

“So, can we know the name yet?” Kat asks, and they both look over at us expectantly.

V Lexo ora

“Lucas Derrick Octavian,” Jonah says with a smile. 15

One Year Later

Jonah POV

Family filled the courtyard to celebrate Lucas’s first birthday. Dominic went way overboard, the kid

wouldn’t even remember it, and despite only wanting a small family gathering, it somehow

turned into a huge party in honor of our son. Ezra, Mateo, Dad, and Dominic had spent weeks planning

it. Though as much as Kyan complained and whined about having so many people here, I knew he

secretly enjoyed it. So we let them go, Marabella was doing better, and she and Kat seemed closer

than ever. 2

Everyone seemed happy, except two people. Casen and Eziah sat by the huge tree, watching. Casen

watched Rose, who, as usual, was the life of the party, a scowl on his face. They still hadn’t patched

things up, though I do know they were now living together despite my mother’s protests.

Dad had had enough of her attitude, mum and her clashing sent him up the wall. Rose was to take over

the pack; she needed to learn what it was to be on her own, even though with Casen, she was never

alone. She always had a shadow. Unfortunately, that seemed to make her

worse. She wasn’t troubled. She wasn’t a bad child. She was suffocated; I get it. She grew up thinking

one thing only to find out all along her mate was right beside her to witness everything. So that must

have been a bit of a shock, and then to find your mate killed his twin brother for her, the guilt, I guess

would be terrible.

Wandering over to them, I sit on the bench between them, and Casen leans down to the cooler at their

feet and pulls out a beer handing it to me.

Eziah sipped his beer, his eyes shadowed with dark circles, and I knew his nightmares or visions or

whatever it was he suffered from had gotten worse. He had stayed a few times, and I had awoken to

him stumbling around blindly in the house like he couldn’t see. I usually steered him back to bed, but

last night he managed to wake up Dominic after he walked into the hall stand and broke a vase.

Dominic, at first, didn’t say a thing, just stared with that intense gaze he sometimes gets, a peculiar

expression on his face.

“When all you know is darkness, how would one handle the light?” he said in a n eerie voice. I glanced

at him before asking what he meant. He seemed confused and claimed he said nothing. Dominic was

also an odd man, intense, but I knew it was from the shadows. We put Eziah back to bed, and I

watched as Dominic had stolen his dream and plucked it right out of his head.

“That is one thing he shouldn’t relive, one thing that hurt her but doesn’t need t o hurt him,” he said

before slipping out o f the room. I had no idea what he spoke of or saw, but the look on Dominic’s face

kept me from asking

“You alright, bro,” I ask Eziah, nudging him.

“I will be, I always am,” he says, watching Marabella and Kyan help open Lucas’s presents.

“I expected the shadows to leave him. Baby’s eyes change over time, and he never did,” Eziah says.

“Yeah, Dominic has a few theories about i t. Kat did tell us, though, that he has a wolf, an actual wolf.

He isn’t Lycan like Kaif,” I tell him with a shrug.

“Does it worry you?” I shake my head. He was a happy boy for the most part though we had all worried

because he never cried. Only the day he was born but hadn’t since. Marabella expected to be woken to

feed him like a normal baby. After the third night, she started setting timers. That was when we realized

he was waking during the night. He was just silent. She would find him staring blankly at the ceiling or

smiling or sometimes babbling in the dark. But he never cried. 2

“And you?” I ask Casen.

“It is what it is,” Casen says, tipping his beer bottle to his lips. NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“And what is it?” I ask.

“Rose rejected me. She doesn’t want your parents to know, though,” he says with a

shrug.

“And you accepted it?” he shrugs. “Well, I didn’t reject her rejection, nor did I accept it, so it is what it

is,” he repeats.

“So you are both pretending to be mates? “I ask. Casen sighs.

“Well, what else am I supposed to do? She hates me,”

“Over Vince?” I ask.

“Kinda, but not really. She understands why I killed Vince. It’s the others she doesn’t get,” he says while

standing up, I wanted to ask what he meant, but his eyes locked on my sister as she wandered

inside with one of Kyan’s warriors and her friend. She didn’t appear to be doing anything wrong, but

Kyan also looked after her when Casen stormed off past him after her. 2

“He won’t want to start anything here,” Kyan mind links before I heard it open up again. This time Kyan

was talking to the warrior she walked off with.

“Stay away from my sister-in-law. She is off-limits, McKellen, so move away from her,” Kyan warned.

“Huh? I’m not doing anything,” I heard him reply, but regardless a second later, h e came back out the

doors this time alone, and Casen glared at him as he walked inside looking for Rose.

I shake my head, and Eziah slaps my chest with his hand. “Come on, Dad’s brought out the cake, and I

want to get photos with the birthday boy,” Eziah says, dropping his empty beer bottle in

the cooler. I chug mine doing the same and head over while Eziah fumbles for his phone to take

pictures. Mara and Kyan wave me over, and I jog over before Mara passes Lucas to me while she and

Kyan clear a spot for the cake on the table.

Everyone starts singing happy birthday, and Lucas giggles clapping his hands while I hold him close to

his cake. He smacks it, sending icing everywhere, making me chuckle, and when everyone stops

singing, Lucas tries to blow out his candle, his attempts sending slobber and spit all over the cake.

Probably much to Dominic’s horror before Kyan leans down and helps him.

Lucas claps, his fingers covered in icing, and holds his finger out to Kyan, who then grabs his little wrist

and licks the icing off the finger that Lucas held out to him. Silence fell as we watched the man who

hated getting dirty play with and munch on his son’s sticky hand like he macht anbela.