Fated To The Alpha novel Chapter 211

Read Fated To The Alpha by Jessica Hall Chapter 211 – Andrei POV

A Month Later

“Jonah!” Sage called out for the fourth time in a row before turning to me. Sage’s stomach was now round and huge as she looked up the stairs where Jonah had rushed off to his room, slamming the door behind him.

“I don’t understand why he is acting out like this,” Sage mutters, shaking her head.

Jonah’s behavior had been out of character for him recently, his usually bubbly personality lessened, and more so today, he even played up at the doctor’s visit and stormed out of the ultrasound room, making me chase him.

“Just go; I can handle him,” Sage says, waving me off. Malik knocked on the door as he waited for me, we were already running late, and I needed to get going if I wanted to get home before dark.

“How about I take him with me?” I suggest, and Sage shakes her head.

“No, what he runs off again?” Sage says, worriedly while chewing her lip a she anxiously looked up the stairs; I knew she was also worried about if he ran off from her, she was hardly in the right state to chase after him, all week she had complained about not being able to see her own feet.

“I’m taking him. We will be back before dark,” I tell Sage, refusing to let argue the matter further, pecking her lips quickly before walking up the steps, my boots making sound so much louder as I made my way to Jonah’s bedroom. I knock on the door before twisting the handle and walking in.

Jonah was lying on his bed with his face jammed in his pillow.

“Come on, buddy, let’s go, you are coming with me,” Walking into his room and stopping next to his bed, Jonah doesn’t move or acknowledge my presence, and I before grabbing his ankle and ripping him off the bed. He squeals as he flails, dangling upside down, my hand wrapped securely around his ankle.

I start walking out of the room; he squeals and laughs, clawing at my jeans like he thought I would drop him. Sage gasps, her hands clutching her mouth as I walk down the steps.

“Careful,” she shrieks, and I raise an eyebrow at her; I was not going to drop him, well, not on purpose anyway. Jonah’s hands clutch Sage’s maxi dress as he tries to pull himself upright.

“Kiss your mother. We are leaving,” I tell him before grabbing his arm and turning him the right way up, and setting him on his feet. His face is red from being upside down.

Sage clutches his little face in her hands before kissing his nose. “You be good for your father.”

Jonah nods before turning to the now open door where I could see Malik waiting out the front in my car. Jonah sulks, walking off toward the car, and I see Malik try to talk to him, but Jonah pays him no attention and just climbs in the back. I sighed, turning to look at Sage, who was watching him.

“I will find out what is wrong with him,” I assure her, pressing my lips to hers before turning on my heel and walking out toward the car. Getting in, I look over my shoulder and see Jonah had his seatbelt on before starting my car.

“He alright?” Malik asks through the mind link.

“No idea,” I reply while driving out of the pack grounds. Zane, Casen, and Nora were already there preparing things and left earlier in the day to help pack up while I attended Sage’s appointment with her.

“Pack is excited. A lot of them wanted to come,” Malik tells me. Glancing in the rearview mirror, I see Jonah staring off out the window with his chin propped on his arm and the window ledge. Turning my eyes back to the road, we continued to drive before pulling up in the parking lot just over an hour later. I stop the car and put it in park, and Malik hops straight out, and I turn to Jonah, who had remained in the same position the entire drive, not saying a word.

“Come on,” I tell him, and he looks over at me with a bored look on his face. I grip his chin when he goes to turn away and force him to look at me. “What’s wrong? You have been in a weird mood for two weeks now.”

“Nothing,” he says, pushing my hand away and opening his door, and climbing out. A growl escapes me, and Donnie comes forward at his attitude but isn’t angry. Donnie is just as concerned about his odd behavior.

“Find out. Something is wrong with him,” Donnie tells me. “Thanks for stating the obvious,” I retort, climbing out of the car myself.

“You go ahead, Malik,” I tell him, and he nods before sending a glance to Jonah, who was kicking loose rocks across the gravel.

“Jonah now,” I tell him, waving him over to me. He walks over to me, and I reach in the front and grab my water bottle from between the front seats; it was pretty warm today. Drinking some, I offer the bottle to Jonah, who takes it also thirsty.

Locking the car, we slowly follow the path Malik just went down before ducking out of view.

“Why are we here?” Jonah asks, looking up at the mountain.

“Do you want to go up there and look?” I ask him as he stops looking up at the mountain that held the cave he lived in before Nora found him. Jonah shakes his head before grabbing my hand. I squeeze his hand, his small tucked in mine. However, his following words shocked me, and I felt my stomach drop as he peered up at me with tears in his eyes.

“Are you leaving me here?”

“What? No, why would I leave you here? Why would you say that?” I ask him tugging him along the path. Jonah shrugs but says nothing. After half an hour, I stop again when I come across a boulder. Grabbing him under the arms, I pluck him off the ground and sit him on top of it.

“We are not moving, and I am not helping you down until you tell me what is wrong,” I tell him before leaning on the huge boulder where Jonah was now perched.

Jonah huffs before sitting down and crossing his legs; he starts sweeping dust and dirt off the top of the rock, I try to wait him out, but after ten mins it was clear he wasn’t going to tell me.

“Should I get Malik to drop some water off and a sleeping bag? Do you plan on sleeping on that rock because we aren’t leaving here until you tell me?” Jonah remains quiet, tracing the patterns on the boulder with his index finger, his chin propped on his other hand.

“Why did you ask if I was leaving you here?” Jonah mumbles something inaudible.

“Jonah, answer me, or I will command you,” I warn him, and he looks up at me, alarmed. I never have or ever will, but the threat seemed to have received some reaction from him. His eyes b**n with tears, and he wipes his little eyes, and I wrap my arm around him before he bursts out crying.

“Hey, what’s wrong. I didn’t mean it, and I would never command you, you know that,” I tell him before crushing him against my chest, his little hands gripping my shirt tightly as he sobbed. I brush his hair with my hand, waiting for him to stop knowing I won’t get a clear answer while he is in this state.

After a few minutes, his sobbing turns to hiccups, and I pull away and wipe his face. His eyes went to the mountain trail behind me that led to the cave where he lived for months on his own. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea bringing him here; it seems to have triggered something in him. I hated seeing him upset.

“What’s wrong? I can’t help you if you don’t tell me” he shakes his head.

“I don’t want to leave; I want to stay at home,” He whispers before looking down at his hands.

“Why would you leave, Jonah. I don’t want you to leave me, and you aren’t going anywhere, so why would you say that.”

“Because of the baby,” I blink, I dumbfounded by his words.

“I don’t understand Jonah, what’s this got to do with your sister?” I ask him

“You have a real family now; you won’t want me around anymore; you have a real child now,”

He thought we would throw him away because Sage was pregnant? Jonah chews his fingernail, and his eyes are on the cave in the mountain above us. I tug his fingers from his mouth, wanting his attention.

“Look at me,” I tell him, Jonah’s eyes reluctantly go to mine with a grim expression on his face, and I could tell he believed his words; he thought he was unwanted because Sage is having a baby, thought he was just a temporary replacement.

“Don’t ever let your mother hear you say that; she may just smack your a*s for saying something so ridiculous. You are our son, and your sister does not change that; you are our son just like she is our daughter, you belong to us, and we belong to you. Nothing will ever change that, Jonah” He looks away, and I grip his face turning it back so I can see his face.

“Understood?” He nods.

“Understood?” I repeat.

“Yes,”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Dad,” Jonah says.

“I never want to hear you say you are not my son again. We were a family the moment I pulled you from the river; i was never going to let you go, you were always going to be mine and your mothers, do you understand me? You are my son, and I am your father, and your sister coming will never change that. We are family, and you are not replaceable. You’re worth more than my own life, worth more to me than your mother. We will always put you and your sister before ourselves, and we love you both the same. You are my son whether you came from my Cooties or not,” I tell him. Jonah chuckles, and I smile.