POV: JACKSON
This was really strange. Voices? Why did she hear voices and why would they tell her to kill Saint? He got here last week. I'd be surprised if he has made an enemy who would be mad enough to send someone to kill him.
"Take her to the cell and call the pack doctor to attend to her. Bring her tomorrow morning for questioning. I'll finish here" I told the three wolves present and they did as they were told.
Chris walked towards Saint. "Are you okay Saint?" He asked, supporting him up to his feet.
"Not really." Saint said with a tired voice.
"Do you have an idea why she would want to kill you?" Chris asked. I wanted to know too.
"I don't even know that woman. She just came inside and asked if I was saint. I said yes then she lunged at me" Saint explained.
"We'll talk about this tomorrow, go with Jackson. He'll treat your arm at his house" Chris said turning to look at me. I just gave him a blank look.
Saint looked between us. "It's just a few scratches, it'll heal fast" he said.
"Saint your arm is bleeding. Let Jackson bandage it up for you while it heals" Chris insisted.
"It's fine. I'll wait for my mom to be back" Saint said walking past me. I caught his arm and he winced.
"Sorry" I said dropping his arm. "Come with me, I'll clean up your wounds" I said softly. He looked hesitant.
"Chris will let your mom know where you are" I told him. I didn't want him to be alone here. What if another person comes?
"Alright" he said quietly.
"That's settled then. I'll stay here to clean up and wait for your mom to come back" Chris told him. He nodded.
"Come" I said walking out. He followed me and we got in the car.
Once we got in, he let out a soft sigh that had JJ wagging his tail. I chose to ignore it. It was a quiet drive to my house. Neither of us attempted to talk and I preferred it that way.
We got in and I directed him to the countertop. "Sit here while I go get the first aid" I told him pointing at the chair. I brought out the box and got bandages for his arms and ointment for his face. I started with his arms. I cleaned the wound before bandaging it.
He winced. "Please be careful" the way he whispered it did something to me that I had to look at him.
"Did I say something wrong?" He asked worriedly.
That brought me back. "No, nothing is wrong" I said, continuing with his arms. When I was done I moved to his face to apply ointment.
"Spread your legs" I said
He whipped his heads up so fast, I thought he would get dizzy from that. "W-what?" he asked, his cheeks were beginning to take a rosy form.
I realized how that sounded. "I-I didn't mean it like that. I meant I wanted to be close to apply the ointment on your face" Did I just stutter? "But no need, I can do it like this" I said quickly applying the ointment.
The blush had gotten deeper and he couldn't meet my eyes thanks to what I said. Why the fuck did I say that?
"Daddy" Tom said behind me rubbing his eye. He just woke up I guess. I backed away from saint, dropping the winter on the countertop.
"Yes Tom, what's wrong?" I asked kneeling in front of him. He looked at Saint before looking back at me.
"Who's he?" He whispered to me. I looked over at Saint, being clueless on how I should introduce him to Tom.
"Saint, he's my new friend. You can call him uncle Saint" I finally said.
He walked towards Saint and looked him up and down, his eyes fixated on on his arm. "What happened to your arm?" he asked.
"Um" Saint looked at me then back at him. "I fell on the floor" he replied.
"Are you clumsy too? Blakey is clumsy. He get scratches at his back easily" he said looking up at Saint.
"Oh, uh, tell your friend to be careful?" Saint said unsurely.
""But you're not careful too. See you have injuries" Tom said and poked his arm. Saint winced.
"Tom let's make some dinner for you. Why don't you watch Tv while I do that" I said steering him away from Saint towards the living room. I put on his favourite TV station.
I went back to the kitchen to see Saint inspecting his arm. " Did I bandage it wrong?" I asked him.
"Oh no, it's getting healed already" he said and I hummed.
Chris mind-linked me "How are you liking his presence?"..... "Just spit it out Chris"..... "Ugh, fine. Tell Saint his mom is okay. I've told her what happened and that he is safe with you. She'll be coming tomorrow to see him. Mateo too"
Mateo? Who's Mateo? I wanted to ask him but he clocked out.
"Chris said he has told your mom about the incident, she's coming tomorrow" I told Saint.
"Mmn" he hummed. Should I ask who Mateo is? I mean, I deserve to know who's coming to my house right?
"Who's mat-"
"Coming tomorrow?" he asked, his eyes wide.
"Yeah, is something wrong?"
Shouldn't she come?
"Am I staying here for the night?"
"Yeah"
"I'll be fine at my house. My mom is there, Mateo too" he said
Mateo. Who's this Mateo? "We don't know who sent her to kill you. I don't want to endanger your life like that" I stated. He looked down biting his lips. "And your mom too. She would've been hurt if she was around" I reasoned.
"You're right" he replied fiddling his finger.
"I'm about to make dinner. Why don't you go shower. We'll talk after we're done eating" I told him. He nodded and walked away.
He returned few seconds later, "I don't know where the room is" he said sheepishly.
The corner of my lips raised but I forced it down. "I'll show you. Follow me" I said leading the way. I took him to the room opposite Tom's room. "You can shower and sleep here. I'll come call you when dinner is ready" I told him.
" Okay, thank you" he replied walking inside. I went back to the kitchen and got started with dinner.
Hours later, I was done making dinner. I made Mac and cheese. I went to get Tom then I set him up on his table and plated him his food before going to call Saint. I knocked and waited a little bit before knocking again. This time, he opened the door but just a little bit. His face was the only only thing visible.
"Is everything okay?" I asked.
"I don't have anything to wear. I didn't bring clothes" he said
"I'll bring something for you" Only my shirt would fit him. My pants won't. He would have to wear that for tonight. I brought one of my pyjama shirt for him. "Wear this, the pants would be too big. Chris would bring your stuffs tomorrow" I gave him the shirt.
"Thank you" he took it and closed the door. I went to the kitchen to see Tom had finished his food. He asked for seconds and I gave more to him.
"Dawjy, will onkle Shaint nwot hawve ginner?" he asked with a mouthful.
"Don't talk with food in your mouth and yes he will" I told him.
Saint came down few minutes later wearing my shirt. It was bigger than him, stopped at his mid thigh. He wore the pants he put on earlier.
He looked good in my shirt.
He sat down in the chair. His cheeks were stained pink. "Should I plate my food or?" He asked
"I'll do it for you" I gave him his food and he muttered a small 'thank you'.
We ate quietly. When Tom was done, he thanked me and ran to his room. I was done as well. I went to the kitchen to take care of the dishes.
"I'll do it, to thank you for the food and clothes" he said standing beside me. I was drowning in his scent because it was stronger now that he has showered. He really smell so good.
"It's fine, I'll do it. You're a guest." He wanted to protest but I spoke, "it's fine. Go wiat for me at the countertop, we'll talk when I'm done" I told him. He nodded and left.
After I was done, I led him to my study room to talk. "Let me start by apologizing for the other day. I didn't mean to sound harsh. I just...." I sighed.
"Anto is very special to me. She was my first love, mate, everything. She died in a rogue attack when Tom was three. It wasn't easy but I raised Tom without her. I didn't think I would have another mate. I was fine with it being just Tom and I" I said and he frowned, looking down at his hands.
This isn't going the way I want. "What I'm saying is, let's just be friends for now." The 'for now' was just not to make him feel bad. A little false hope won't hurt right?
"I didn't know the whole story behind your previous mate. I'm sorry for how I reacted this morning" he said after a while.
"No, your reaction is valid. I'm sorry for putting it like that. I should have been more clearer." I said honestly.
A few moments passed while he bit his lip, deep in thought. "Okay let's be friends" he said stretching his hand.
I took it and the sparks flew. I withdrew my hands.
"I'll head back to my room now. Goodnight" he walked towards the door. He stopped and asked, "I noticed everyone called you Alpha. Should I call you that as well?" he asked.
"Jackson is fine" I replied.
"Jackson" he repeated, as if testing it out. It sounded good coming from him.
"That's all, Goodnight Jackson" he said walking out.
I let out a sigh. Talking to him went better than I expected. It felt like he understood me. With a small smile, I head to my room.