Fated To The Alpha novel Chapter 287

Epilogue

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 me. 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.

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 me. 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 is 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 as Mara passes our son to him. Kat stands on 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. He 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.

"Lucas Derrick Octavian," Jonah says withasmile.

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 intoa 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. ° 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.

"That is one thing he shouldn't relive, one thing that hurt her but doesn't need to hurt him," he said before slipping out of 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.