Alpha King Jeon Jungkook || TZUKOOK

CHAPTER 6

~ Jungkook's POV ~

"He has your eyes. I was praying to the moon goddess saying that the baby should be like you rather than that slut. See, she listened to my prayers"

My ears listened to Jennie's comments while my eyes stared at the baby in the crib. He isn't sleeping. His eyes are opened and he's looking at me with eyes that he had inherited from me. Seeing him like this gave me nothing but a suffocating feeling as if my heart was being pierced by something sharp. I've never felt like this before but now, I can tell that I'm in pain and my heart is causing it.

"Mmmm... What will be his name?" Jennie wrapped her hand around my arm, giggling.

A name? "Hm.. let me think about a name for my little son" Her son? I clenched my fists. She let go of my hand walking around the crib. No matter how she walked thinking of a name for him, his eyes were still on me. He looks as if he's judging me.

"Baby, how about we call him Kai?" I scoffed at hearing her. What kind of ridiculous name is that? How can she name my son after her dog? Is she crazy?

"Ayaan. His name is Ayaan" I said, moving my fingers to touch him. I touched his cheeks as he moved his tiny hands and touched my finger. His hands could only fit to my index finger. So small... the more I stared at him, the more a certain face appeared in my mind clutching my heart tightly.

"Okay... Ayaan is good." Jennie sounded annoyed.

"But one more thing Jungkook... I hate it when I see you looking at him like that. That makes me think that you are thinking about that whore who sold her body for money" I looked at Jennie as she glared at me. Of course, I was thinking about her. "Next time you speak about my son's mother, you better watch your language or I'll have my dogs taste your tongue" I gave her the first and last warning.

"Leave. I need to be alone with my son."

She didn't dare to remain in my presence for more as she stormed out of the room thudding her heels against the floor furiously. After she was gone, I pulled a chair and sat next to the crib looking at him. What can I say? What do I have to say? She really gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. A sigh left me as I leaned against the chair moving my eyes to the bed. When I looked at this bed before, it was just a normal bed but now it makes me feel something and reminds me of someone.

Someone who I should care about but I didn't. This feels terrible. I feel so devastated. Wish I could see her one more time but I know I can't. And I regret not talking to her. I could have talked to her and asked her how she felt and how she was doing. But still, I didn't do it and now I'm regretting it. There were times she looked at me with hope in her eyes. The hope of me talking to her at least a word. Why couldn't I just fucking move my mouth and say a word to her rather than treating her as an object for breeding?

She was supposed to be treated by me as a woman who came to bear my child from nowhere but she happened to be my mate.
She was my mate who I thought I would never have in my lifetime. Still, I let her slip out of my arms. I rubbed my forehead, ripping my gaze from the bed where I pressed her beneath me for six nights.

"Alpha, do you need coffee or juice?" Martha's voice pulled me from my thoughts. She's already in my room. I looked at her and nodded.

"Coffee. A strong one" She replied to me with a smile and turned to leave. When she almost walked out of the room, I found myself itching to ask her something.

"Martha, did she say anything? I mean... about her pregnancy or labor?" Martha turned to me completely. She remained silent for a moment, making me believe that the answer would be nothing but disappointment. When I was about to ask her to leave without getting her reply, she spoke.