Alone

Chapter 30

*This is gonna take place where optional chapter ended. 1 week after the attack, right after Damien and Jacob had relations*

*Damien's POV*

Jacob draws his finger across the planes of my chest, creating swirls in my dark hair. I've been holding him tightly for the better part of an hour. I'd had no reason to move us. Ryder wouldn't be back for a while, and I was too entranced with the sight of my very naked, very well-fucked mate in my arms. He looked so at peace like he was asleep with his eyes open. His new belly was pressing into mine, sending all sorts of sparks through my body.

I can't believe he's going to have my baby. Our baby. It seems like we met just yesterday, and he's now carrying a combination of Ryder's DNA, my DNA, and his DNA. It would be the perfect mix of us, which mainly means that it will be all Jacob. Nothing and no one could look or behave more perfectly than my peaceful little mate.

Seemingly out of the blue, he looks up at me, questioningly. His big, gorgeously blue eyes filled with hope, innocence, and love. 

"D-Damien?" His voice was hushed into a whisper. He didn't want to break the serenity of the moment. 

"Yes, my Love?"

"I don't want t-to be a bother, but I was wondering i-if maybe you could teach me h-how to read?" The meekness in his voice and the fact that he even had to ask such a question broke my heart. My sweet Angel had been deprived of the most basic education and love, and now he's afraid to try to take it back.

I hug him a bit closer, reveling in the warmth his body provided. "Nothing could stop me, Jacob."

*Le time skip*

I'm pacing the floor in my office. Jacob is sitting on our couch and has been for a while. Ryder and I have been trying to teach him how to read, but it's not going very well. 

It's not that he's dumb, far from it. He's been able to breeze through almost everything he's been given. The only problem is that Ryder and I have pretty much no idea what we're doing. We had never thought that we'd have to teach our mate to read and write. Who would ever even entertain that possibility? But now that the task has been set in front of us, we had no idea how to proceed.

First, we had made sure that he knew the basic alphabet. He did, of course, but we had to start somewhere. We then mindlinked the pack's librarian, Laverne, to bring some children's books to the library.  She had brought us everything we could have asked for, from Dr. Seuss to Roald Dahl. It was perfect. 

We had sat there and read with him, helping him the entire time, at first, then only when he needed it. He had caught on extremely quickly, all looked perfect. 

That is, until, we started writing. I don't quite understand why, but Jacob just had such a hard time remembering how to spell different words. He would get so upset when he did something wrong, but wouldn't let himself take a break. He is determined to stay here until he masters the entire English language.

"B-but what do you m-mean? Though and tough s-sound NOTHING a-alike. How c-could they be spelled the s-same?" His whine cuts through his sobs of frustration. 

"I know, Sweetheart. I told you English sucks." Ryder sits with Jacob in his lap, soothing him like a toddler. He and I exchange a look. Pregnancy hormones. Those bastards had been fucking with our baby so much, and yet he's only a week pregnant. Every one of his emotions was dialed up to 11, leaving Ryder and me to soothe or placate him afterward. The hormones that drove his sex drives were very much appreciated, but other than that it was hell.

I sit on the other side of them, rubbing Jacob's back through his hiccups of hyperventilation. "How about we stop? Just for a little while?" I look at the clock on the wall. It's only 3 in the afternoon. Jacob shakes his head fervently, certainly wiping his tears all over Ryder's shirt. He turns in Ryder's lap and wipes the remaining water off of his face.

"I-I can't. I'm n-not going to be the i-illiterate Luna!" He starts to pick up his pencil when I grab his hands. He looks me in the eye, those same eyes that were so happy this morning filled with true sorrow.

"So that's what this is about? You're worried about being a bad Luna?"

Jacob bites the bottom of his lip and nods. The action combined with his red cheeks makes him look extremely adorable.

"Jacob and 'bad Luna' do not belong in the same sentence, let alone describing one another. It is physically not possible for you to be a bad Luna. You're already wonderful just from the fact that you're so worried about letting the pack down.  You do know that that is exactly what a Luna does? Love and serve their pack?"

"Y-yes but..." I put a finger over his lips, smiling gently. 

"The only but I want to talk about is yours." There's that sexy blush of his. "More specifically, I want that button the living room couch, between your sexy mates, and watching Ratatouille." 

A small smile spreads across his face and he nods. Ryder and I stand up, Ryder still carrying him. He'd been pretty possessive of Jacob since he figured out that I fucked him, so I didn't want to push him by asking to hold our mate. 

"C-can we at least u-use subtitles?" I laugh at his small voice. He seriously thinks he's asking for the world.

I give him a gentle kiss on the forehead. "Of course, Love. Good thinking."

And down the stairs we went, eager to transport ourselves to the world of Remi and Linguini.

Sans parler du monde des câlins sans fin...

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Hey!

Short chapter, but cute. I like the tenderness between the mates. It's sweet. Also, I'm kinda building up to our big climactic ending...

Yes, that means our book will be coming to an end quite soon. I will end up doing another story eventually, but that will definitely be over the summer when I have more time for such endeavors.

Also, can anyone tell me what I said on that last line? Google Translate is not one to be trusted but I had no other choice. I only know Spanish, so hopefully, that line actually says "Not to mention the world of endless cuddles" and not "Not to mention the television of endless cheese" or some weirdness.

See you, folks, tomorrow!