The Alpha’s Curvy Cinderella - Chapter 19: Chapter 19

Jaxon POV
I got home late after being at Jordan’s pack the Blood Moon Pack. I had to admit that I was impressed at how the pack was run. It seemed to be very efficient and Alpha John and Luna Mary seemed like lovely people. The Gamma though, Maxwell, Jordan’s father, well he was a different story.
There was something off about him. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but my wolf Aries didn’t like him on sight, which was unusual for my wolf, but I’d learned to trust my wolf’s instincts.
Strange though, because we both adored Jordan. There was just something about the way he eyed her, it wasn’t the way a father looked at his daughter. It was almost cold in fact.
There was no warmth whatsoever in his voice when he spoke to her. It definitely wasn’t reminiscent of how my parents spoke to me at any rate, maybe it was different in other packs. Still, I felt sorry for Jordan, even as I tried not to show it. I would get the truth out of her later, even if she tried to dodge me or avoid telling me about it.
I opened the pack door and was instantly greeted by the sight of my mother, with her hands on her hips, a scowl on her face. “Where have you been” she demanded “I’ve been worried sick about you” she added dramatically.
Huh. I gaped at her. I was certain I’d left a voicemail message on her phone explaining where I’d gone. Hadn’t she gotten it? I eyed her suspiciously. Was this another attempt to make me feel guilty for something I hadn’t done?
“I left you a voicemail” I said nonplussed, putting my backpack down and turning back to her with a frown “explaining where I went.”
“Oh” she said with an exhale “I forgot how to work it” she admitted with a sigh.
Of course. My mother was technologically challenged. At least that was the polite way to put it. She struggled with the various apps you could use on a phone and how to listen to her voicemails on the odd occasion. I rolled my eyes and held my hand out for her phone. She sheepishly gave it to me. I brought her voicemail up and handed the phone back to her. She put it to her ear and listened intently.
“Oh, you went to your friend Jordan’s pack” she said excitedly, hanging the phone up and leading me to the kitchen where I sat down gratefully at the table “how was it?”
“It was different” I said carefully “the Alpha and Luna seemed very nice. But I’m not too keen on the Gamma” I admitted with a brooding expression on my face.
It was her turn to frown and look confused. “Isn’t the Gamma Jordan’s father?” she asked delicately.
“Yeah,” I exhaled feeling guilty. Maybe I was just being overprotective of my friend? But I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to it.
My mother signalled to an omega who brought me a plate with croissants and juice. I smiled gratefully at her and began to chew on them. “Is it possible you just dislike him because of Jordan?” my mother asked tentatively.
I shook my head. “I don’t think that’s it,” I said slowly “I don’t know how to explain it, but there’s something off about him. He doesn’t treat her like a normal daughter.”
She sighed. “Not everybody is good at showing affection and love like we are,” she said wisely. Then she brightened “Did you see any hot guys at the pack? Anyone catch your eye?”
I laughed. Trust her to bring that up. “No,” I said, watching her eyes dim with disappointment “but I did get invited to a ball by the Alpha and Luna” I added, showing her the invitation I’d stuffed in my pocket.
Her eyes lit up and she perused the invitation with keen eyes. “Oh my god” she squealed as I winced from the shrill tone piercing my skull “You’re going to look so handsome. I’m going to take so many pictures” she screamed, fist-pumping the air as my jaw dropped wide open. Geez she was enthusiastic about it. It was just a ball for heaven’s sake. It’s not like I was going to a prom or something for heaven’s sake.
My father came barging in. “Good god Serena what is that infernal racket you’re making? My ears are bleeding” he complained.
“James, our baby got invited to a ball” my mother shrieked. “Think of the photos” she added, putting a hand to her chest and sighing heavily.
My father looked completely bewildered. I shrugged at him. I didn’t get the excitement either.
“Okay,” my father said slowly “who are you taking?’ he asked, pulling out a chair and sitting down.
“Oh, oh, I know someone I could set you up with” my mother began to bounce up and down on her chair, gesturing wildly with her hands “he’s so handsome and it would make excellent photos.”
Oh boy. “Actually, I’m taking Jordan,” I said, “I’ve already asked her.”
Silence. My father cleared his throat. “Son,” he said heavily “Is Jordan definitely a girl?” he asked bluntly.
What in the hell was that supposed to mean? “Yes, of course, she’s a girl,” I said confused.
“And you’re definitely not a bisexual?” he asked “Because you know that we accept you either way. There’s no shame in admitting you are attracted to boys and girls” he added as I stared at him in disbelief.
“Yes, if you love girls, that’s okay. I can give you the talk, tell you what they like. Provide condoms, describe how to hit the g-spot, all that jazz” my mother added “There’s no judgment here. I mean, it would be nice if you waited for your mate, but realistically I know that you are dealing with your hormones and all teenagers are horn bags” she said with a pointed look at my father who flushed.
I wanted to sink into the floor. My parents had seen the line that shouldn’t be crossed and then not only stepped over it but had leaped over it. I facepalmed myself. My father patted me on the shoulder. I didn’t get this whole obsession with the bisexual thing.
“I am not bisexual,” I said between gritted teeth “I just wanted to take a friend to the ball.”
“Oh,” my mother said “Well that’s lovely. When do we get to meet Jordan,” she said easily as I stared at her in disbelief. I was really contemplating whether it was a good idea to bring Jordan back to my house this weekend or not. Maybe I had made a mistake in asking her. My parents were, let’s say, different from other parents. Or at least I imagined they were. “I asked her over for this weekend, starting Friday night” I admitted, as my mother clapped her hands together eagerly. “I can’t wait” she gushed “I bet she’s really pretty. I wonder if she’ll let me paint her nails or do her hair” she added brightly. My father looked at her askance. “Honey, she’s going to be here to spend time with Jaxon, not his mother,” he said quietly, bringing tears to her eyes.
s**t. What in the hell was going on with my mother? She was acting so weird. Even my father was looking stricken. “Honey I don’t mean to upset you,” he said grabbing her hand as she sniffled “But you have to admit that she’s going to be a bit old for you to be playing makeover with.”
“I know” she howled “but I always wanted a girl to do hair with and makeup. I just thought…” she trailed off as father and I looked at each other helplessly.
“Mother, are you feeling, okay? You seem very um, not yourself lately” I said tentatively.
Lately, she was very tearful and emotional. She was also eating a lot more junk food, in particular chocolate which was unlike her. My mother gave us a watery smile. “Well now that you mention it” she began looking between both of us as my father gave her a reassuring smile and squeezed her hand “Now that I have the both of you together, I might as well tell you.”
We looked at her expectantly. I was holding my breath, wondering what it was. Was it a disease? A chronic illness of some kind? Was she dying? I inhaled sharply at that and felt my heart skip a beat. Oh god, what if it was that? I began to panic the longer the silence went on. My mother looked like she was trying to compose herself. She bit her lip.
“I understand if you might be upset by this” she began and I deflated “and it wasn’t exactly planned but I just got the confirmation today” she continued “and I’m pregnant.”
Silence. Pregnant. The word echoed in my mind. My father looked flabbergasted. My mother’s eyes darted between us both. I felt relief flood through me. My mother wasn’t dying after all. No wonder she was eating strangely and acting so hormonal.
“You’re sure,” my father said gruffly, and my mother nodded.
He let out a yell, startling us both, and then stood up and grabbed my mother, crushing her in a bone-crunching hug as she closed her eyes, tears trailing down her cheeks.
“You’re happy” she stammered.
“Of course, I am” my father beamed “Why wouldn’t I be? So what if it wasn’t planned? That just makes it more of a blessing.”
She sniffled some more. I was still in a state of shock. My mother and father turned to me, my father’s hand on the small of her back.
“Well son, what about you? How are you feeling about this?” my father asked gruffly.
A slow smile spread across my face. I had been a single child for so long and now I was going to have a brother or sister. I stood up and hugged my mother.
“I’m happy for you both” I whispered “and I’m going to love being an older brother” I added “But I don’t do dirty nappies, just so you know” I added and they laughed.
“Another baby,” my father said wonderingly as I stepped back. My mother nodded shyly.
He cupped her face and kissed her, hard, his hand gripping her butt and squeezing it as she moaned. Suddenly he hoisted her up and her legs went around his waist. They never broke the kiss off.
“Um, I’m still in the room” I pointed out weakly.
I was promptly ignored. He started walking with her toward the study and I swore his hand went beneath her dress. The door to the study shut with a loud bang and then the lock sounded. It did not take a genius to work out what they were doing. Gross. Thank god my father had the study soundproofed, although it had taken until now to work out why that would be needed. I wrinkled my nose and hastily began to make my way outside for training. I needed to be out of the house and far away from what my parents were doing and I definitely needed something to distract me.