The Alpha’s Curvy Cinderella - Chapter 63: Chapter 63

Jaxon POV
The front door unexpectedly opened, and I hastily pulled away from Alex, my heart racing wildly in my chest as the both of us separated and began to do the buttons up on our shirts with trembling hands, as fast as we possibly could, wondering who on earth was approaching the living area with such loud and heavy footsteps. They had to be female, undeniably wearing heels judging by the loud clacking on the floor. Thank God we hadn’t quite gotten to stripping our pants off, I thought in relief, although I was annoyed. I had personally mind-linked every member of the pack and told them to stay clear of the packhouse for the next few hours and the omegas knew to stay clear as they cleaned as well. Whoever had ignored my instructions was about to get themselves torn a new one for disrespecting my orders. I didn’t envy whoever was on the other side of that door.
The door to the living room burst open as I was smoothing down my hair and my mouth gaped open as I saw my mother standing there, clad in a maxi dress, her long hair cascading down her shoulders, her eyes twinkling with humor. “Jaxon poo” she trilled, dropping the various shopping bags she had and flinging herself into my arms as I stood up in a hurry, her legs clinging around my waist like a small koala “I missed you” she cried out as my father came and stood in the doorway with a wry shake of his head.
“Mother you’ve barely been gone for a week,” I said with a grimace “Why have you come back so early?”
Was something wrong? Why hadn’t they phoned to inform me they were coming back?
She disentangled herself and then flung herself at Alex who caught her with ease, pecking his cheek, and then reluctantly put her legs back down on the floor with a sigh.
She looked upset. My father cleared his throat. “I’m afraid that while we were gone, your mother decided she simply couldn’t bear to be away from you for too long,” he said with a dramatic groan “and no amount of shopping or seeing the sights was enough to distract her. Sorry son, I tried,” he said with a shrug.
My mother looked indignant. “I’m sure Jaxon and Alex missed me as well,” she said hotly, fixing her eyes on me and biting her lip. “Didn’t you?” she asked uncertainly, her eyes shining with unshed tears.
We hastened to reassure her “Of course, I did,” I said resignedly as Alex nodded in agreement “It was strangely quiet without your presence” I added with irony. Not to mention stress-free and peaceful rather than chaotic.
She beamed and then shot a look of daggers at my father. “See,” she said triumphantly, “I told you. You were worried they would be upset” she declared with annoyance and a huff.
So much for being able to have the rooms to ourselves I thought with a groan. Never mind, at least my room was soundproof and lockable. Both valuable and necessary things when my mother was home. My mother sat on the couch, brimming with good humor.
“Oh, we had such a good time” she squealed, “but honestly I’d rather hear about how you two went while we were gone” she insisted.
Considering they were gone just over a week, we could have hardly run the pack into the ground I thought with a grin, but what the hell. I had missed her. Dad too.
“Well to be honest, all we’ve done is kept the warriors training, ensured that patrol has been more than adequate, done all the necessary paperwork, and taken over some of the other duties you showed us before you left.” I shrugged nonchalantly. It hadn’t been difficult, some of it I’d been doing since I was a teenager. My pack was like a well-oiled machine and needed very little assistance to keep running on its own.
My father looked impressed. My mother gave a long-suffering sigh. She waved a dismissive hand at me. “Who gives a damn about the pack” she moaned “I don’t want to talk about business” she pouted “I meant your relationship. Have you marked each other yet?” she asked eagerly, her eyes darting to the napes of our necks, her shoulders slumping in disappointment when she saw that they were bare of any marks or tattoos.
I shifted uncomfortably. Alex and I hadn’t marked each other yet, but we were getting close to it. It was a huge commitment and one I didn’t want to take lightly. Alex felt the same way. If we marked each other, we wanted to be sure we wanted each other for life. No matter how much we seemed to be in love with each other, the two of us couldn’t help but be cautious.
“Not yet,” I said lowly, glancing at Alex “but there’s plenty of time for that.”
She rolled her eyes. “Honestly what are you waiting for? If I told you the s*x gets even better once you’ve marked each other would you, do it?” she demanded.
My father groaned. Alex coughed. I glanced at her suspiciously. This was the first time I’d heard of such a thing. She had to be lying.
But another small part of me wanted to be certain. What if she was telling the truth? Aries gave me a snigger in my mind. “Does that really happen?” I asked raising a brow. My wolf was refusing to answer.
My father gave a subtle shake of his head in the background as my mother looked at me wide-eyed and innocent. “Of course, because you’re more in tune with each other and closer than before. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. At least that’s how it felt for me” she said slowly, before turning to my father who blanched “It was the same for you, wasn’t it?” she asked.
“Yes” my father stammered, “dear it was exactly as you described,” he said, lying his ass off.
My mother looked appeased, turning back to me with satisfaction on her face.
Yeah, I was not about to mark Alex because the s*x would supposedly be better. It was a nice try though and a very original idea for manipulating me. I gave her brownie points for that.
“Oh, I got you guys something as we were shopping. I thought you could put it in your room. It’s supposed to be good for fertility, which seems silly seeing as you can’t have babies. But it could be good luck maybe for if you decide to adopt” she enthused.
Oh boy. What in the hell had she done now? I eyed the bags as though a poisonous snake was about to slither out of them. Alex was biting the inside of his cheek. “That sounds very thoughtful of you Serena,” he said quietly.
My mother winked at him. “I just know you’re going to love it,” she said, “I have excellent taste.”
That would be debatable. My father was looking sheepish now as she began to rifle through the bags. He clearly knew what she was about to reveal.
“Aha,” she said triumphantly and pulled out the item with a flourish, waving it in front of our eyes.
Silence. There was a tic in my eye. She had pulled out a pure gold statue of two naked males, kissing, their bodies pressed against one another, their p***s larger than what was feasible for their bodies, overexaggerated, hence the good for fertility, I guess. It was vulgar. It was atrocious. It was not anything I would ever touch, let alone want to put in my room in a hundred years. I swallowed hard. My mother’s eyes gleamed with excitement. Suddenly I noticed a button on the bottom. Why did the statue need a button? What possible use could the button have?
“What is the button for?” I asked, my voice tinged with desperation.
Surely it couldn’t get any worse.
My mother laughed and pressed the button. Music began to play and the men began to thrust back and forth, their p*****s glowing brightly. My father turned his face away, and Alex gaped, his mouth open in awe, unable to tear his eyes away.
Good god. She was determined to ruin what little love life I had. She handed it to me and I took it in my hands, dumbly, staring down at it as it slowly wound down, the music stopping.
“Do you like it?” she asked eagerly “I’d never seen anything like it.”
There was probably a very good reason for that. Nobody with good taste would have purchased it. I dreaded to even think of how much she paid for it. I glowered at my father. He’d let her purchase it, knowing full well that it would have been for me. Traitorous bastard. I swear he enjoyed the embarrassment she wrought on my life.
“It’s very unique,” I said numbly. My hands trembled.
Alex hastily took the statue and placed it on the coffee table in front of us. “Thank you again Serena for such a lovely gift” he breathed straight-faced. I frowned. How was he keeping his composure? He was so calm. Maybe he was beginning to expect this from my mother. I didn’t know if that was a good thing or not.
“How is your pregnancy going along?” Alex smoothly changed the subject, smirking at me.
I narrowed my eyes at him, but smiled at my mother, eager to hear how she was going. She smiled, putting a hand on the small swell of her belly. “The baby is doing just fine,” she said beaming “We don’t know the gender yet, that will take a few weeks. But so far everything is going perfectly fine” she breathed, almost bouncing up and down on the chair.
“Yes, a perfectly healthy child. I can’t wait until we get to hold them in our arms” my father said gravely, his hand rubbing his chin.
I fought back the smile that hovered on my lips. My father was wonderful, kind, compassionate. He was the perfect father and the perfect other half to my mother’s more eccentric and sometimes bizarre side. They were a perfect match. My father cleared his throat and sighed, glancing at the numerous shopping bags next to my mother. “I’m going to have to put those away, aren’t I” he said wryly.
She giggled. “Oh, how’s Jordan?” she asked, “have you heard from her? I was thinking of taking her out shopping again.”
I scowled. “I called a few days ago but a woman called Stella answered the phone and said she was sick. She hasn’t called me back. I don’t know, something feels off. I was going to give it a few more days and then go down to her pack and visit her place.”
My mother frowned. “Funny, she never mentioned a Stella when she was here before” she mused “I wonder who she is. But by all means, do go visit her. I’d love to have a girl’s day again and I don’t know, I just don’t trust her family. There’s something off about the way she spoke about her father, that gives me an unpleasant vibe about him” she advised me, shuddering.
You and me both mother, I thought. I hadn’t liked Jordan’s father when I visited, but put that down to me judging him and making assumptions. Now I was certain that my relatively first impression of him was correct. If my mother knew anything, it was how to read people correctly. Even if she was only hearing about them for the first time, I needed to go see Jordan, I thought grimly and soon.