《Alpha Alcander》FIFTY-ONE
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~Jenna~
"What?!" He hands me our pup while I stare at at Alcander and then back to Vivens.
"Exactly what I said." He says while he smiles at me and then gives Alcander a side hug. But then his eyes grew wide, he grabs my pup while I growl at him but I let him. He hands our pup to Alcander and then he taps my leg.
"You're not done delivering. You need to deliver the placenta." He says while he lifts my legs back up as I look at him weird.
"What?" I look over to Alcander and see him not even paying attention to me. He paying attention to our pup. He smiles so big while he runs his finger gently over our pups cheek.
"You need to deliver the place-"
"What the hell is that?!" I growl.
"The sack that your pup was in. Now, I need you to push."
I whimper at the thought, but I had to do it. So I did. I pushed while I growled as I gripped the bed sheets.
Finally after five more pushes, that fûckin sack came out and Vivens cleaned me up. I looked over to where Alcander was, but fûckin see him at the end of the room talking to our pup.
"Alcander!" I growl. His head snaps towards me with a smile.
"Yeah?"
"Give me my pup!" I growl. His smiles grows while he walks fast towards me. He gently hands me over him on my chest.
"I told you it was going to be a boy." He whispers in my ear then gives my cheek a peck.
I smile as I stare at him on my chest. My eyes well with tears. Happy ones. I look up to Alcander as they fall out. His smile grew bigger while his hand comes up and wipes my tears away.
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He leans down and pecks my lips then rest his forehead on mine. "Thank you." I lean into him but then our pup stirs on my chest. I look towards him and I have to bite my lip from letting the sob come out.
"What's going to be his name?"
I stare at him and trace my finger over his soft cheeks and then go to the ock of dark brown hair.
"Valdus."
"Valdus?" I look up to him and see him staring at me confused.
"Yes Alcander. Valdus. That's his name."
"Why can't it be Jr. Alcander Jr." He smiles at me while I have a blank face.
"No."
"Fine."
"Good." I look back down to him and smile at him. "Why does he have to look like you. Not me?" I hold back the growl but smile when he cuddles up against me.
"Duh, because he's part of me. I made him." I hear the cockiness in his voice and I clench my jaw.
"I'm the one that pushed him out!" I snap at him. He kisses my temple as I growl at him.
"I know. And I'm thankful for you doing that. And for carrying him."
I didn't say anything because I got slapped with being tired. My eyes started to droop while my shoulder followed after. I turned my head when I yawn. "Here." I feel Valdus get lifted off my chest.
"I'll watch him while you sleep." His hand pushes my hair away from my face while I close my eyes. "You need to rest Jenna. You'll be soar for awhile and you need a lot of rest. I'll take care of you both. Good night."
I only nodded and fell into the trap of darkness.
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This whole month been crazy after I delivered Valdus. He's been crying so much when I held him. But when I would feed him, that's a different story.
He wants he held by Alcander, see Alcander, smell Alcander. Everything has to be with Alcander. Nothing with me. Nothing.
Today we are going to show the pack their next Alpha in line. I dressed in some nice dress pants and a long sleeve, since winter is almost here. I got Valdus's clothes to be warm, but Alcander took charge when I tried because he started to scream with me. But hey, I don't complain when Alcander is the one that has to change his diapers.Stubborn just like his father.
I walked down stairs while I pulled my hair in a high ponytail. "Alcander?"
"Jenna! I need your help!! Now!" He yells. I can't help but laugh. I hurry down the stairs and I hear him breathing hard. I walk over to the kitchen and all I see is his back. He's dressed in a white dress shirt and I dont see Valdus.
"Alcander?" He turns around with wide eyes and I choke on my spit.
"Jenna." He breathes out. "Help me."
"What happen to your face?!" I rush over to him and grab a hand towel off the counter and wipe his face that is covered with baby powder.
"I was changing him. And I don't know!? He...he's evil."he pulls me in front of him and I'm met with a smiling Valdus holding baby powder naked. I smile at him while he smiles at me.
I look over my shoulder and see Alcander glaring at him. "He loves you more. And you're fine. It's just powder. Change him and lets go, I thought you don't like being late." I taunt but then he looks at me with that same glare.
"I don't. And fine." He moves me over while I grab the powder from his tiny hands.
I walk away while I hear them both laugh. I can't help but smile at both of them laughing together. It pulls at my chest and makes me feel warm inside.
Vivens would check up at the end of every week, and say that Valdus grows a bit faster then normal wolves since he has Alpha blood. Valdus has everything of Alcander. Everything. He has his eyes, his hair, his skin color.
It's like I'm not even his mother. I sigh but when I go back to them I see them both ready.
"Are you both ready now?" I place my hands on my hips while I cock my head to the side.
They both smile at me, "I think so." He picks him up and walks over to me. He leans down and pecks my lips.
"Let go show our pack their next Alpha in line."
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