Chapter 150
Fated To The Alpha by Jessica Hall Chapter 150
Ezra POV
It was early morning when I finally walked in the door after patrol duty. The sun is just starting toe
up. I close the door as quietly as possible before reaching down and tugging my shoes off and cing
them by the door. I head for the showers on the bottom floor. It had been a few weeks since the twins
were born and we were all dead on our feet, functioning on autopilot, our days blurring to one long
never ending one. Mateo barely leaves the house and Kat is suffering from baby blues. I don’t know
what we all thought parenthood would be like, we all had ideas but didn’t expect it to be this tiring.
They never slept or if one did the other was awake screaming the ce down. Yet as I step further into
the house to head toward the bathroom downstairs. I stop when I see a figure on the couch and
Mateo’s scent hits me, making me wander into the living room. I look over the back of the couch to find
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him asleep with Marabe and Eziah on his chest.
I run my fingers through his hair but he doesn’t stirpletely out. I was about to go shower before
stopping once again. Paranoia eating at me, in case his arms go limp and he drops one. I know he
would never forgive himself so I quickly walk back over to him and walk around the couch. They are
both rolled up tightly in their nkets looking like baby burritos. I carefully take Marebe first before
slipping my hand under Eziah’s butt to the back of his head and picking him up and cradling him in my
other arm.
Mateo is still dead to the world and I chuckle at the sight of him, surely he couldn’t befortable
sleeping like that but I wasn’t game enough to wake him knowing he wasn’t getting much sleep. I was
faring a little better than the both of them, sleeping in the spare room so I could help with training and
border patrol but still the extra work was slowly catching up with me.
I quietly walk upstairs to the bedroom and into the nursery. I ce Eziah in his crib before turning to put
Marabe in hers when she starts to stir. Shit! I think to myself, my paranoia was going to wake the
entire bloody household up.
“Put her in with Eziah ” Maddox says in my head and I turn looking at his crib for a second. Kat was
going to kill me. She was paranoid about SIDS, constantly checking they were breathing and tucked in
their nkets tight enough, even the position theyy in had her up and checking them. The word was
even banned from the house, just mentioning SIDS was a bad omen Kat would say. But Maddox had
been saying to put them together since they were born, yet we never tried it not wanting to upset Kat.
“I ce Marabe next to him before grabbing the little baby nket and tucking it into the sides of the
mattress to hold them in ce. Marabe squirmed a bit and I held my breath as I watched her, waiting
for her ear piercing scream when she turned her face toward Eziah, both of them breathing in each
other’s faces when she huffs before going back to sleep.
I quietly sneak out, tip toeing and making sure to avoid the one creaky floorboard in this room, every
time one of us left the nursery was a mission. Since they have been born I have learnt how noisy the
house is. I knew every floorboard on this floor that creaked, knew which door handles jiggled too loudly,
every noise this house made, had us cringing as we stepped out of the nursery, like ying a game of
hopscotch to avoid any noises that would wake the twins. Using the bathroom up here was a huge no,
no if you didn’t want Kat to skin you alive. The pipes always groaned so if they weren’t awake, I never
used it. Grabbing the baby monitor, I find Kat sleeping face down, spread eagle on the bed naked
except her bra. I shake my head when I see my pillow propped under her and can guarantee it will be
covered in breast milk.
“We need to tarp the bed, those boobs are like fountains now” Maddox says and I stifle myugh.
I head back down the stairs and slip into the bathroom and turn on the shower. I ced the baby
monitor on the sink basin where I could still see it. It had a little camera so I could see them sleeping in
Eziah’s crib. I strip off before hopping under the hot spray and wetting my face before grabbing the
soap and washing myself.
I was halfway through my shower when I felt Mateo stir, the bonding alive with the buzz of his
energy when I suddenly feel his panic course through me. Hearing his frantic footsteps made me rush
out of the shower wondering what was wrong with him. Rushing down the hall and turning into the
living room just as he bursts out of
it, colliding with me and knocking me to the ground t on my back. His panic stricken face looks at me,
confused.
“What is it”
“The babies— ” But I cut him off.
“In their crib, calm down they are fine” I tell him, gripping his face in my hands and he lets out a breath.
“I thought?” He shakes his head, trying to regather himself.
“Thought what? They got up and walked out the front door” I ask him with augh. He swats my chest
with his hand.
“No, I don’t know, I freaked out when they weren’t in my arms” He says rubbing a hand down his face.
“ I didn’t want to wake you ” I tell him, sitting up and so does Mateo who was still on top of me. He
holds his hand out pulling me to my feet and I head back toward the bathroom and Mateo follows me
in.
“I will make you coffee” he tells me before noticing the monitor and looks at it before his head whips in
my direction.
“Kat will flip out if she finds them like that” He says, seeing them both in the same crib.
“They shared a womb together, they will be fine, and they are still asleep. Marabe stirred but instantly
stopped when I put her in bed with Eziah” I tell him, stepping back under the water to finish my shower.
“Well you can deal with her than”
“I will she doesn’t scare me,” I tell him. Mateo folds his arms across his chest and leans on the basin
with a smirk on his face before he raises an eyebrow at me.
“Really? Then why did you bail the other night and leave me to fend for myself when you washed the
baby’s clothes in the wrong washing liquid. She bitched me out for a good half an hour about chemicals
and reactions to baby skin”
“I had work to do”
“Liar, you bailed the moment you saw her walk out of theundry with their clothes in her hands, bloody
chicken”
“ I am not chicken, she was in a mood and wanted blood”
“So you did run from her wrath” He says. I chuckle, shaking my head knowing I was guilty.
“You abandoned me and let me take the wrap for it,” Mateo says, clicking his tongue before smiling. I
next she was getting upset at me for breathing too loud or crying over the simplest things. Or
demanding to know why I am angry when I am not, that’s just my face, why can women have resting
bitch face yet I can’t?
I shower quickly before hopping out and drying myself when Mateo walks in with some boxer shorts for
me. I take them from him before slipping them on. Mateo grabs the baby monitor and we both walk out
to the living room and flop on the couch. My feet were killing from being on them constantly. I reach for
my coffee, taking a sip of it before cing it back on the coffee table and sitting back.
“F*ck I am tired” I mumble, but I still had pack training at 10 A.M., then Andrei and Sage wereing
over at 1.
“You can go climb in bed with Kat, I will stay up and wait for them to wake” Mateo says but I shake my
head, turning and putting my feet on the couch before grabbing his arm and tugging him over to me
and between my legs so he isying with his cheek on my chest. His stubble was scratchy and I let out
a breath rxing. I can’t even remember thest time I spent much time with either Kat or Mateo. Life
was chaotic and there never seemed to be time or when there was, everyone was too tired or I was in
and out and we were like ships passing in the night.
“No,y with me for a bit” I tell him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and tugging him closer. His
warmth and the smell of his skin was calming. His scent was overwhelming me yet I ignored my own
desire just wanting him close.
“I am thinking we should alternate, I want to get out of the house” Mateo says and I look down at him
and he turns his face to look up at me. Not this again! I groan internally.
“Are you sure,st week you said the same thing and every hour you wereing back home to check
the twins” I tell him. He would feel guilty leaving them and miss them like crazy, then he would feel
guilty for leaving Kat even though I was here, then feels guilty because I was doing his jobs so he can
stay home. Mateo falls silent.
“I don’t mind doing your workload, I know you hate leaving the house” I tell him and he nods.
“Yes but it drives me nuts being stuck in the house, ” He says with augh.
“How about instead of jumping back into a full schedule you just let me know when you want to work
instead of changing rosters etc and confusing everyone. Maybe see if Kat wants toe, she hasn’t
shifted in a while and it is making me anxious” I tell him knowing her moods get worse without shifting.
“Maybe Andrei can convince her but will you be right with them on your own?” Mateo says and I nod.
“Yes, if not I can ask Marge toe over, she is always offering to help if Kat would let her” I tell him.
“Sounds like a n” Mateo says, shifting closer and lifting his head so he is leaning over me. I grip his
shirt tugging him to me, my lips pressing to his and his instantly part as he kisses me back. I smile
against his lips before my tongue slips in his mouth and I grip the back of his neck tugging him closer
and holding him there not wanting it to end. Mateo groans and I could feel his hard cock pressing
against the inside of my leg. I reach between us grabbing him through his nnelette pajama pants and
he groans into my mouth before grinding his hips against me, his hand fisting my boxer shorts.
F*ck I loved this man, loved both my mates, I missed this, missed being with them. Mateo tugs the side
of my pants down, his hand gripping my h.i.p intending to h.i.p me over when we hear Eziah cry out.
Mateo sighs, pulling away and dropping his forehead on my chest in frustration.
“ I will go” I tell him and he sits up to let me up. I peck his lips heading for the stairs.
When I returned with Eziah, Mateo had passed out again on the couch. “Come on little man lets feed
that turn turn” I tell Eziah who was munching on his fist. I go to the kitchen to make a bottle from the
breast milk Kat has stored in the fridge.