I'm Not Your Plaything *AlphaEnigma*

Silent Cries

POV: Jes

"He is a pure Alpha, Ms. Jespipat," Job chimed in, his excitement palpable.

"Oh, a pure Alpha? What caught your eye that made you want to be with him?" Jes's mother asked, her curiosity piqued.

Jes inhaled sharply, feeling a bit annoyed. He didn't want to share too much with his mother, especially since the situation was complicated. "He..." Jes began.

"Heeee...?" Both Job and Jes's mother asked in sync, their anticipation growing.

Jes felt the pressure of their stares. "You're annoying. He is... he is handsome," he said quickly, trying to deflect their enthusiasm.

"Handsome?" A smile crept onto his mother's face. This was the first time she had seen her son like this, usually so quick-witted and sharp.

"His name is Bible," Job added, pressing further into the conversation.

"Oh, Bible? What a special name! It sounds beautiful. So, how handsome is he?" Jes's mother continued, digging deeper.

Jes took a moment to gather his thoughts. "Well, he's handsome, you know? He's shorter than me, has smooth dark hair, and... phoenix eyes. And his scent is like smoky cedarwood. It's... good? It suits him. He's a little untamed, I have to say, but he's a great cook. And he's really emotional when he watches films." Jes felt a blush creeping up his cheeks as he spoke, inwardly smiling at the fond memories.

As he spoke, the room fell silent. Both Job and his mother stared at him with wide eyes, clearly taken aback. It was a picture made for the gods—Jes, usually so guarded, was revealing his softer side while talking about Bible. None of them could believe how shy Jes seemed while sharing all these things about the Alpha.

"But anyway, let's not talk about me; let's talk about you, Mom. I haven't seen you for so long," Jes said, trying to break the intense staring match. Everyone knew he wasn't going to share more, and next to him, Natty was fuming.

As the evening went on, they drank quite a bit. Jes's mother was a good drinker, and Natty made sure to keep filling their glasses. Jes's glass was never empty.

"Let's goooo home," Jes said, swaying slightly as they stood outside, feeling the cool night air. Job was just a few steps away, walking back to his own place while his mother hailed the first taxi.

"Bye, son! Please take Bible with you next time!" she called from the car.

"Yes, Mom, I will," Jes replied, waving as he leaned against a lamppost.

"Jes, let's grab this taxi," Natty urged as a cab pulled up.

"You can take it. I'll catch the next one..." Jes protested, but Natty insisted.

"No, you're really drunk. I'm worried you won't find your way home," she said firmly.

"Fine," Jes relented, getting into the taxi while Natty helped him lean back against the seat.

When they arrived at the building, Jes was in a drunken stupor, barely aware of his surroundings.

"Jes, we're here," Natty whispered, gently shaking him awake. He stumbled out of the taxi, swaying and half-asleep as they approached the entrance.

"But... this isn't my home," he mumbled, confused.

"You're so drunk; you can sleep in my guest room. No worries," Natty said, pushing him toward the elevator.

"But... Bible is waiting for me," Jes pouted, his voice thick with sleep.

Natty ignored him, a sting of jealousy creeping into her heart. I'm sorry, Jes, but I have to, she thought, guiding him into the elevator as the doors slid shut.