Fated To The Alpha novel Chapter 169

Fated To The Alpha by Jessica Hall Chapter 169

Once we finished showering, Sage left for training and I walked outside heading to check the parcels that were dropped off by the couriers. We had ordered new traps, Sage didn’t agree, but someone stole the traps along the river a few weeks back and finally the order came and I wanted to sneak them out to the forest before  Sage  got back from training with Casen and Malik. Zane decided to have the day off so he could spend it with his mate.

Walking across the grass oval to the small post office, I see a few people about and nod to them as I pass.

Today was starting to turn overcast as the storm clouds rolled across the sky. I look up at the clouds. I should still have plenty of time I think to myself. Passing the old huge willow tree that sat dead centre of our small town, I see Jonah sitting facing the trunk, his chin propped on his hand and as played in the dirt glaring at the tree. Malik had ordered him to sit there for time out.

I shake my head continuing on toward the post office. The small red and white building was the only one that wasn’t ruined, probably because it was the only place that didn’t house anyone, it was also a general store for backup and emergency supplies if the trucks were running late and everyone has their own key to get in now that Martha the lady that used to run it was no longer with us, another casualty of Jackson’s pack and band of rogues.

Unlocking the door, I find the two medium sized plastic tubs. I stack them on top of each other  before grabbing them. Walking out I was about to lock the door when   I looked over my shoulder at Jonah, deciding to grab him a juice box from the fridges in here before grabbing a small packet of chips. I place them on the plastic tubs before locking up. Grabbing the bottom tub by the hand grip I start heading back across to the pack house detouring slightly to the  willow tree. Jonah looks  up at me with a big toothy grin splitting onto his face.

“Malik said I have to wait here until training is over” He says and then pouts, crossing his tiny arms and jutting out his bottom lip. I huff placing the tubs down and handing the juice box to him. He smiles, jamming the straw in it and slurping away before I hand him salt and vinegar chips.

“Now behave, I will be back soon to  check on you” I tell him, grabbing the boxes.

“Can I help?” He asks and I look over my shoulder.

“Nope, now stay here, you better be here when I return” I tell him, walking off  toward  the packhouse. I walk around the back of it to the treeline and place the boxes down before opening them. I grab the traps out by the chains so they are easier to carry before stomping into the trees heading for the river. It took me a good hour to

hide and set up the traps. Placing the last one down and setting it, I stand up stretching my back when I hear the chink of metal. Donnie excited in m y head wondering if something fell prey to my traps urges me to investigate. I start walking back toward the last one but it was still fine so I continued on, stopping dead in my tracks when I saw Jonah standing there. The trap at his feet had been set off and he was trying to pry a huge stick out of it. The end snapping off and he nearly falls backwards on his butt.

I suck in a deep breath, my lips pressing together when Jonah spins around jumping when he spots me standing behind him.

“Jonah what are you doing, why did you leave your spot at the tree?” I demand trying to keep my cool.

“I wanted to help, but I kept finding these traps so I set them off” He says proud of himself.

“How many have you set off Jonah?” I ask through gritted teeth. He thinks for a second counting on his little fingers.

“This many” he says, holding both hands up and then adding a finger. I suppress a growl from escaping me trying to remind myself he is just a child.

“So 11?” I ask him and he nods his eyes, lighting up like he just did me a great service instead making me waste an hour of my life setting them up.

“You were told to wait by the tree” I tell him and he drops his head.

“I just wanted to help and then I saw the traps when I was following your scent”

“Why would you set them off Jonah, you don’t play with bear traps” I tell him.

“Because someone left them out and I didn’t want you to step on one. I was careful, I used a stick, my dad showed me how to set them off” He tells me holding up the stick which I could tell had been chomped down considerably from the traps. I rub a hand down my face annoyed at this small creature and his troublesome ways.