Mr. Alpha (Discontinued)

Chapter eighteen.

Jesse's POV

I was only down the hall when I heard Meleena whisper the word, 'Pregnant.' My heart sank and I rushed back to our room, bursting inside. Meleena glared at me, with a huge smile on her face.

I grabbed Paris's hand, lifting her up and putting her outside my bedroom.

"Come back later." I said without trying to argue. She smirked, nodding.

I closed the door and turned to Meleena who was still smiling like a creep.

"Baby-" I began.

"You hungry?" she cut me off.

"Mel, stop acting like I don't know you're carrying my child." I growled, frowning.

She began to cry putting her head in her hands. I wrapped my arms around her trying to calm her down, wondering why I hadn't discovered this beforehand.

"Baby calm down," I said. She looked up at me, tears cascading down her pink cheeks. "Jesse how can I have a kid if someone is trying to take me away? I'm not ready for this." she cried softly.

I instantly got angry just hearing those words come out her mouth. "Babe no one will take you or our baby from me. Ever. You'll be a wonderful mother. If you can take care of me, you can take care of our baby."

"I'm scared someone will-"

"Meleena! Nobody is going to take you two from me. I don't want to hear another word about this." I groaned.

She nodded, a grin tugging at her lips.

"Don't look that way."

"Okay, okay." she smiled. "Do you want -"

"Yes I want kids Mel, I need an heir so that he or she can take my place as Alpha. Also, I want kids so that I can see someone just as beautiful as you are," I said smiling.

Her cheeks tinted a red color, she hid her face, looking down. I frowned lifting her head up. "Don't hide." I say.

"That was sweet Jesse." she mumbled.

I pecked her lips and she went to wash her face. I slipped on a different pair of pants and a gray shirt. I brushed my teeth, and washed my face. Meleena put on the wedges I brought from her and did her hair. "Ouch." she hissed quietly as the curling iron burned her finger. I chucked taking it from her hand.

"You can't curl my hair." she pouted.

"Yes I can." I said taking her long beautiful hair, and wrapping it around the hot stick. I left it there for exactly five seconds, trying not to burn her hair, then I pulled it away letting her hair bounce into the wavy curls that I created.

"How'd you learn to do hair?" she asks.

"I have a sister that teaches me everything. She taught me to do girls' hair, and open doors for them. Things of that sort." I laughed.

"I should start talking to her," Meleena whispered quietly to herself.

"She's um, kind of my twin. I just call her my younger sister because she likes it that way. She said, 'I'm short so how about you just tell people I'm sixteen.'"

Meleena laughed. "So she's nineteen?"

"Yes," I said. "Her birthday is nine minutes after mine. So I'm older."

"You have another sister." Meleena stated.

I stopped with her hair, looking at her through the mirror. "How do you know?"

"I don't know, who else would that baby be that was from your past when I looked into your eyes?"

"She died three years after she was born." I continued with her hair.