Fated To The Alpha (Complete Fated Series collection)

Book 4 Chapter 2

“Mr. Andrei!” The voice gets louder, and Sage giggles.

“Jonah likes you,” she points out, her lips twitching.

“He can’t help it,” I sigh as I roll my eyes at the unexpected visit of what I assume is now my new best friend. And yet as annoying as it is, I know it isn’t the boy’s fault, and I can’t blame him for anything.

Children, especially orphans, are drawn to auras they feel to be safest near.

However, why he gets that from me is beyond me. I am far from approachable, even I know that.

I get up, move to the window to wave him off or spot someone to tell him to go away. Only when I toss back the curtain, he is at the window, nearly making me jump out of my skin as he balances on the ledge on the second floor. Sage shrieks, scrambling to cover herself with the blanket.

“Jonah, what the heck are you doing? How did you get up here?” I demand, both terrified and amazed at the same time. This little brat is something else.

“The ladder,” he says, and I look out the window for a ladder but don’t see one.

My eyebrows furrow as I return my gaze to the boy. “What ladder? What are you doing?”

“This ladder?” He asks, pointing to the side, and I look where he is pointing. I shake my head and pinch the bridge of my nose with my fingers.

“That is a drain pipe, Jonah. Not a ladder. Now, get down from there, you don’t look through windows,” I scold him, and Sage giggles behind me like this kid didn't just become the biggest c**k-block ever.

He grins at her. “Hi, Miss Sage,” he chirps, waving a little too enthusiastically as he leans too far back.

My heart nearly leaps out of my chest, and I step forward on instinct. My face smashes against the window when he nearly topples backward. A horrified shriek leaves Sage behind me before she exhales in relief when Jonah manages to catch himself.

I rub my nose and glare at him. Pain and initial panic aside, I’m glad the boy didn’t fall. “Jonah, enough. Now climb back down,” I snap.

Little s**t is going to give me a heart attack. When his voice reaches my ears again, I turn as I watch him shuffle back to the drainpipe. “Mr. Andrei, I’m scared,” he whimpers. I roll my eyes as I watch him walk back to the window.

“You climbed up here, you can climb down,” I tell him as he clutches the drain pipe.

He shakes his head, looking at the ground. He places his foot on the drainpipe bracket, clinging to the pipe with his hands. The boy freezes and looks back at me.

“Climb down,” I repeat myself as I motion for him to go back down, but he shakes his head.

I can’t and don’t bother to hold back the growl of annoyance that leaves my lips. I was so damn close, so damn painfully close, and now, I have to deal with this. His little green eyes peer back at me pleadingly, and I roll my eyes at him.

“Fine, just hang on,” I growl, turn around, and stomp out of the bedroom, and down the steps. I unlock the door and march around to our bedroom window. Jonah is still clutching the drainpipe. I suppress the next growl that threatens to escape me.

I very much want to snap at the boy, at least for his recklessness. Didn’t he f*****g think before he decided to use my house as his playground? He could get bloody hurt.

“Jonah, can you get down or not? That pipe will not hold my weight,” I warn him, shaking the thing gently. Maybe that will encourage him to get down. Worst-case scenario - he will understand how unsafe it is to cling to that thing and at least try to climb to somewhere safer.

Rushed footsteps echo behind me, so I look over my shoulder. “Jonah, I told you to leave the Alpha alone, what are you doing up there?” Malik growls at him.

“I’m stuck,” Jonah cries out, looking down at us. Malik facepalms himself right as a very frustrated sigh leaves his lips.

Me too, pal. Whatever you feel right now, I feel it too.

“I’m so sorry, Alpha. I told him to steer clear of here,” Malik apologizes.

“I wanted to tell Mr. Andrei about his packages,” Jonah whimpers, and by now, tears are rolling down his cheeks.

“Alright, that’s enough. You will be sitting in the naughty corner when you climb down!” Malik scolds, and I raise an eyebrow at him.

His head snaps in my direction. “What? That's what my mother did. It is better than getting the wooden spoon on my backside,” Malik shrugs.

I chuckle, and shake my head, looking back at Jonah. “Jonah, you had enough of playing around, and now, you climb back down,” I tell him, but he shakes his head.

I can’t f*****g believe it. The little s**t is actually going to make me climb up there and get him down. I wonder where he is hiding that massive audacity.

“Ah, God damn it, just hang on,” I tell him.

I test the pipe looking at Malik, who is obviously judging me for the slip-up that escaped me. “Should hold,” he says.

“Feel free to volunteer,” I tell him, and his eyes widen in horror.

Malik is half of my body weight, if not less, so the chance of him getting up there uninjured is far bigger than mine. However, he is terrified of heights and would rather bite off his own leg than climb anywhere higher than a damn stool.

I mutter a slew of curse words under my breath, and Malik snickers as I clamber up the pipe. It shakes as I climb up, and the thin metal brackets groan under my weight with complaining creaks as I dig my toes into them, pulling myself up to Jonah.

Once I get close enough, I grab the back of his shirt. Jonah turns to look at me, with tears streaking his face, but he is quick to act as he turns his body and clutches my shoulders.

Sage watches me from the window, wearing nothing but that skimpy dressing gown of hers. If there has ever been a moment I hate seeing a little more of my mate’s skin, it has to be this exact moment. How am I supposed to save a life, or I don’t know, a few bones if I’m distracted by the view?

However, once I notice how concerned she looks, I push aside every lustful and filthy thought that is trying to run through my mind. I had my chance, she insisted, and here I am, climbing a darn pipe.

As I try to take a step down, the bracket snaps under my weight, and the pipe pulls away from the wall. I feel myself fall backward, as the rush of adrenaline hits me, and courses through my veins.

Acting on instinct, I let the pipe go, gripping Jonah and shoving him to the center of my chest. I have to fight my instinct to turn and brace my hands out to break my fall. Jonah screams bloody murder, he is so loud that my ears ring right when I smack into the ground, landing on my back.

The impact smashes the air out of my lungs while the little s**t is winding me further as his knees smash into my stomach as he lands on me.

I blankly stare at the sky—everything aches. My entire body is experiencing some sort of pain, and I don’t know where it starts or ends. For f**k’s sake, I’m pretty sure even my skin is throbbing, which I thought was impossible before this accident. My head throbs to its own beat as I smack it on the grass.

“Oh,” Jonah murmurs as his face comes into focus. Something warm and wet puddles on my stomach before dripping across my abdomen and sides. Donnie howls in my head with laughter, and Malik snorts out a laugh. I glare at him as he leans over us. “I think I peed a little,” Jonah whispers.

Malik erupts with laughter while I am not only f*****g sore, but also drenched in piss. Just to make matters way better, it’s not even my own. Hell, I’d rather piss over myself than experience this, the kid just marked his damn territory on me.

Sitting up I groan, it’s not even just a little pee. The little brat lied. I feel like I could fill a jug if I twisted the piss out of my clothes.

Finally, Jonah scrambles off me. He glances over his shoulder, possibly to assess the damage of the bent pipe. As he does, he confirms my suspicion - I might be covered in his piss, but at least I’m not the only one drenched in it. So is he.

I groan and roll on my side right when Sage comes rushing out of the house. Her eyes are wide, even wild, and she looks like she is just about to have a panic attack. A look of relief crosses her face as I stand up, and her eyes dart between Jonah and me.

“Did you see Miss Sage? I flew off the window and didn’t even get hurt, not a scratch,” Jonah brags. I can’t believe it, but the little s**t is actually grinning and acting like he’s some kind of a superhero, and this was merely some stunt or attempt at flying.

The only reason why Jonah didn’t get hurt is that I took the fall for him. In return, I get to watch him brag about his adventures to my mate. While I’m the one who is in pain, has some serious hearing damage, and on top of everything, I now can walk around smelling like a piss factory.

Malik is still laughing and tries to contain himself as he motions for Jonah to come to him. “That was very naughty, Jonah. You don’t climb houses, and you peed on the Alpha,” Malik adds, chuckling at the last part, and I growl at him.

“I need to shower!” I snap at no one in particular and stomp off back inside the house. No way am I letting them have a laugh at my expense.

Sage follows in my steps, snickering as if this situation is amusing her. I stop and turn to glare at her, and finally, she stops.

“Are you okay?” She asks, and she bites her lip, trying not to laugh.

“You think this is funny?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at her. Sage forces her lips together in a line and shakes her head, but I can feel her amusement.

Somehow, she manages to forget that since I marked her, I can feel her emotions. Let’s see how long her amusement lasts. I reach for her and wrap my arm around her waist to pull her towards me. Her heart rate spikes up, and her breath hitches when I press her body against mine. Sage shrieks and pushes on my shoulders.

I lean down to hide my face in the crook of her neck and inhale her scent. Sage relaxes in my arms. Just what I need so I can go in for the attack. I guide my tongue up her neck until my lips reach her ear, and I whisper. “Not so funny anymore now that you are covered in piss, too.”

Sage squirms in my hold, desperately trying to break free from my grip on her. When I finally take pity on her and I let her go, she chuckles. “It’s a little funny,” she admits weakly.

If I weren’t the one being peed on, I might manage to see the humor of the situation. Or at least what everyone else deems amusing, then I would watch from the side. But right now, in my situation, nope, I don’t see the funny side of what happened.

Instead of escalating the situation and providing more laughing material for my mate, I rub my ass and hiss under my breath—each step I take hurts. I’m literally aching as I walk. I feel like an old goddamn man. “My ass hurts,” I groan.

Maybe my beautiful mate will forget about what happened and will have enough decency in her to pity me a little. Only a little, after all, I saved that little s**t, and he got a chance to pretend to be a hero at my expense. It’s about time I get some good words too.

“You’re not seriously jealous of Jonah?” Donnie snickers. I huff in annoyance, choosing to ignore him.

“Want me to rub it?” Sage chuckles, as she locks the door after us. She undoes her dressing gown and lets the fabric slide down her arms until she catches it. My eyes are drawn to her like a moth to a flame as I slowly drink in her body.

A smirk spreads across my lips as my eyes focus on her plump ass as Sage brushes past me. Since coming here, she has filled out nicely, with no more frail skin and jutting out bones. She turns and tosses her dressing gown in my face. I scrunch up my face in disgust as the smell of piss invades my nostrils and destroys the fantasies that are already building up in my mind.

Sage laughs at me and darts away. “I call dibs on showering first,” she squeals, racing up the steps.

I growl, toss the gown on the floor, and take off after her. She skids in her haste when she reaches the top step. My heart nearly stops as she slides across the floor. Sage corrects herself and giggles while I feel like I’m having a f*****g stroke. That woman. What if she hurts herself?

Sage clearly uses my moment of hesitation as she takes off toward the bathroom door. I pick up my pace, and as she reaches out for the door handle, I catch up to her and snake my arms around her waist. She shrieks and quickly turns in my grasp.

“You weren’t about to lock me out, were you?” I accuse her.

Sage grins at me and wraps her arms around my neck. I swear, she has changed so much compared to how she was the day we met. Her confidence has grown, and she seems so much more relaxed these days. I enjoy every moment we spend together, even if she’s in the mood to tease the living hell out of me.

I reach around her, grip the door handle, twist it, and walk her backward into the bathroom with a growl. Sage realizes she hasn’t given me an answer, so she wiggles her eyebrows and whispers, “maybe.”

I lean in and nip at her lips.