110: He’s asking for you.
**Jonathan pov**
Sitting around, doing nothing and waiting sucked. Even more so when so much was at the line.
Deep down, I knew staying in the hospital would be the best option I had, but I couldn’t bring myself to sit there and keep inhaling the sterile stench.
I needed to get away, so I made sure the nurse understood she absolutely had to alert me when Killian would be out of the surgery and stormed out of the hospital.
At first, I wandered around aimlessly, needing some fresh air to calm my nerves and racing thoughts.
But eventually, I found myself wandering into the gardens Killian was so damn proud of.
I sat on the bench near the flowerbed with the roses he kept raving about and watched the bees fry from one flower to another.
Chuckling, I shook my head and whispered, “so careless, so free.”
Great, I was absolutely fucking losing it, for sure, otherwise I wouldn’t be sitting around like an idiot, talking to flying insects.
Just as the thought crossed my mind, in my unique manner, I kept whispering to the bees.
“You’re not careless and free actually, are you? Working so hard, having all those laws to abide by and never really being able to have your own life, huh?”
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at the nonsense I was spewing. If anyone were to see me here, hear the words that escaped my lips, they would encourage me to seek professional help.
I was so focused on watching the bees gather the pollen that I didn’t realize someone was approaching me before it was too late.
A large, heavy hand landed on my shoulder, making me let out a stupid, startled sound and jump.
Faster than ever before, I whipped around and signed when I saw who had joined me. It was the old man from the pack Bane attacked, Milly’s father. Well, apparently Aife’s too.
“Good day, Jonathan, I don’t think I’ve seen you around much lately. Have you been busy? Do you have more stories to share from your travels?” He listed off the questions and sat down next to me.
I wasn’t really in the mood of having useless conversations, but I still scooted aside to give him more space.
Then, I cleared my throat and tried to pretend everything was alright. “Hello, sir. Yes, I’ve been quite busy, but I’m afraid there’s not much to tell you. Lately, my travels have been rather uneventful.” I lied through my teeth, flashing him a fake smile.
Truth be told, the reason why I addressed him respectfully and called him sir wasn’t because I harbored respect for the old man. No, it was only because I had forgotten his name and never bothered to ask him what it was again.
“Mhm,” he hummed and chuckled. “Suppose not all travels can be full of excitement, adventures and experiences so great they’re worth taking home in the form of stories.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I kept quiet. I had never spoken to the man in depth about anything and I wasn’t planning on changing that either.
“Hey, Jonathan, there’s a reason why I approached you,” he broke the silence and glanced at me, “could I ask you a question?”
I had to bite my tongue not to tell him that technically, he already asked one. Instead of being snarky, I shrugged, “can’t promise I’ll have the answer you’re seeking, but sure, shoot.”
The corner of his mouth twitched, just barely, “you and Killian are really alike, you know,” he grumbled, making me frown.
What was this beating around the bush bullshit about? One moment he needed to ask questions just to toss out silly statements the next?
Someone his age was supposed to be wiser and more in control of his own tongue, but I suppose not everyone got as lucky as to reach that state of maturity in their lives.
“No idea what you’re talking about,” I grumbled, shrugged and shook my head. “Anyway, the question?”
“Ah, yes,” he muttered and quickly masked his disapproval with an awkward laugh.
Great, now I knew that he wasn’t just fishing for information, he was also acting like someone without a hidden agenda to become buddy-buddy with me.
After a moment, he cleared his throat and shifted a little to face me. “Have you heard anything from Killian about my daughter, Milly? I know it’s wishful thinking, but I was wondering if the Alpha has considered my request at all.”
“Your request?” I repeated and arched an eyebrow, quite interested in what could that be.
The old man grinned at me and nodded eagerly. “Yes, I asked Alpha Killian if he would consider wedding my daughter. You see, Killian doesn’t have a mate and my daughter lost her husband. I believe it would benefit everyone if they married and united the packs.”
The look on my face had to give out everything I felt at that moment because the old man scooted away, coming across a little startled.
“He hasn’t mentioned it. Ever,” I hissed through gritted teeth, wanting nothing more than to grab his big, stupid head and squeeze it so hard, I would see his brain matter ooze out of his skull like lemon juice.
“Oh, okay,” he grumbled, voice shaking as he nodded as if he understood why I was so pissed. “Don’t take this question personally, I was just wondering if he considered it since I haven’t seen him around for a bit.”
My lips parted, I was about to release the nastiest, ugliest and most degrading string of curses his way, but I was stopped by a nurse that was running our way.
Before the old man could overhear anything that wasn’t his fucking business, I shot to my feet and hurried towards the nurse.
As soon as I reached her, I pressed my palm against her mouth and hissed, “stay quiet.”
Her eyes darted from the to the old man, realization flashed in her eyes and she quickly nodded.
I pulled my hand from her mouth and the nurse grabbed my elbow, dragging me away from the garden.
Once we were out of earshot, we stopped and she leaned closer to whisper. “The surgery was successful, Alpha is weak, but awake. He’s asking for you.”
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