All Chapters of The Alpha’s Spitfire Omega: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I opened my mouth and shut it. It was hard to remember that both Oliver and Kirk were in their late thirties. Zayle was just thirty and so he would be the one to take on the next generation of leadership while he was Alpha. If anything, it helped set up the newer Alpha because they would have two experienced leadership with them.However, if Zayle waited to hand over leadership of the pack for his children at twenty-one it would ruin their whole set-up. Because even in five years, when Oliver and Kirk’s kids took over, they would be forty by the time Zayle’s kids would take over. That and Zayle would be fifty.Suddenly, my face turned beet red. I was only twenty-five. I’d hoped to wait a few years before needing to have kids. Selene would make that difficult but I’d hoped to actually get everything stable with Zayle and the pack. Then I could settle into having a family, considering I never thought I would be anything more than a fuck boy.Zayle was running out of time though. He’d al

Zayle continued to press kisses against me but his hands unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down. He didn’t stop with mine and I heard his pants hit the floor as well. His fingers ran up and down my crack, feeling how wet I was. Another deep rumble started and his pheromones started to pin me down as well.“Rye, this is a bit much…even for you.”I moaned as his finger circled my hole. “I…missed you. I…fuck…Zayle…”He chuckled and slipped his fingers all the way in. My back arched and I accidentally knocked over papers to the floor. He shove my shirt back in my mouth, making me unable to speak.Zayle clicked his tongue. “Riley, don’t make a mess.”His fingers pulled out and I bit harder into the shirt. Zayle lined his tip up and slipped in. He didn’t take his time. One thrust and he was all the way in. His hand pressed down on my stomach and I felt him shift inside with the pressure.I nearly died when Zayle’s other hand wrapped around my dick and his thumb pressed down on my tip. Scr

*** Zayle’s POV ***I felt Oliver open up a mind link with me and I groaned. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I sat back in my chair. His chuckle came over the link.‘Amelia this time.’Grumbling, I rubbed my face. Of course it was. That would make six out of the seven councilors storming into my office this week. This would be the last of them at least. Dean already leaned his lesson what happens when you storm into my office.Riley, to his credit, only took a week with Oliver to settle into the Luna office. My mother’s old office. There was a lot of time spent talking and discussing simple pack concepts that I didn’t realize needed to be said after growing up in a pack. All of it seemed completely foreign and ridiculous to Riley.On that Wednesday, Oliver was ready to throw in the towel. I swapped him out for Kirk but Kirk stormed out within a couple hours of Riley’s questions. I wasn’t able to take over but Oliver did eventually suck it up and come back. By Friday, Oliver was singin

I pulled into the garage after finishing off my work. Riley’s car was already parked in the driveway and I figured he’d gone home since Oliver told me that he’d left early. Getting out, I walked into the hallway but the house was quiet. It was too quiet and I turned on the lights.“Rye?” I called out but didn’t get an answer.Sighing, I pulled off my shoes. He’d been really good lately about not smoking but the conversation probably pushed him to smoke outside on the porch roof. Climbing the stairs, I walked down to the end of the hall and opened up the window. I peaked out but there was no one on the roof. The side table had the bowl and unopened box of cigarettes on it.“Rye?” I called out again, looking in the bedrooms.Still there was no reply. Taking a breath, I searched through the bond. There was a simmering anger that I felt from him but as for direction it was far. Incredibly far north. My eyes widened and I took the steps two at a time down the stairs. Flinging the back door

Throwing the pan across the room, I screamed at nothing. I’d burnt another fucking dish. This was my third attempt at cooking. Not just tonight. Fuck the past three nights. The casserole, along with the dish, was splattered and broken on the hall floor. Unfortunately, the front door opened at the moment and I turned away from the entry.“Zayle, you okay?”I looked up at my dad and gestured to the absolute mess everything was. “Do I look okay, Dad? I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing!”“With cooking? Or…with Riley?”My lips pursed and grabbed the kettle off the over, throwing it against the wall. “He hasn’t shifted! Three days, Dad! He’s been in his wolf form for three days! He won’t eat. He won’t come into the house. He won’t shift! He won’t even let me touch him!”Grabbing my hair with my hands, I pulled it, trying to get myself u