Omega Bound Chapter 110

Thane

Well, Cyrus is pretty much out for today, dealing with his own traumatized mate. Truly, as the pack Alpha, I shouldn't let her be so comfortable in the pack. Especially since we know nothing about her other than she is a well-trained fighter and an Alpha she-wolf on top of it.

I trust Cyrus to keep his eye on her and to work their thing out. I have hope for them, I have hope for myself as well.

Ending the multiple back and forth calls between the other packs, trying to get an off the books meeting hammered out is more difficult than I realized. Too many questions, wanting to know too many answers I don't feel comfortable giving them.

My lack of forthcoming with information about my mate has the other Alpha's too untrusting of myself. Top that off with my actual throne I am supposed to be ruling from, they see me as a potential power-hungry dictator with as many secrets as Cyrus has lovers.

Or had for that matter.

We decided as a pack with my inner circle to seek out alliances to bring down the trafficking ring and to withhold any information about Ayla's gifting until it was necessary to come out with it.

Hopefully, that time is never.

The shifter kingdom can be cutthroat and ruthless. I trust none of these packs with my mate or any information about her. I also refused to name Mikhail as Ayla’s father, because he isn't. It isn't lying because he doesn't fit the definition of a father, or an Alpha.

I take the time contemplating my own life and the father I had. I have nothing bad to say about my father, except for the way that he went. Too soon. It saddens me that my family won't see their first grandpup. My sister will never be the fun, cool aunt.

I ponder the type of father I think I will be. The type I want to be. I run my fingers through my hair, trying to fight off the despair that wants to rear its ugly head when I am hit with overwhelming nervousness and shock through the bond. *"Everything okay Little Wolf?"* I check in. Now that she is carrying my pup, I should check in more often. I should probably let Eric know so he can examine her throughout the pregnancy. I will also need to pup proof the cabin. I should probably take Ayla to the maternity cabins. Maybe she will want to have the pups at home.

Do we do that?

Does she need bed rest?

Is there a special pregnancy diet?

I feel like I am spiraling in my thoughts. It has been a while since I have felt out of control. I don't like it, and, in this situation, I feel like I am.

Is this me freaking out?

I take a deep breath and try to calm myself.

*"Yes, everything is fine. I was just...just...I am spending time with Monica. She was teaching me how to drive. That is all. Nothing at all. We are fine. It's fine."* She sounds anything but fine. She sounds like she is a little panicked, much like me.

I lean back in my office chair, contemplating Little Wolf's nervousness when I realize that she knows. She or Monica figured out she is pregnant, and we are both spiraling, lost in our ‘new parent’ fears. I would love to think about all the ways she could be planning to tell me, but Ronan brings it to my remembrance that Little Wolf said she was learning to drive. That explains all the euphoria and frustration I felt earlier.

I shouldn't have assumed it was solely from visiting with her friend.

I bolt up in my chair and kick my legs off my desk. Papers go flying as I rush out of my office and take the stairwell as fast as I can to my car. Little Wolf learning how to drive pregnant is not safe. She could crash the car into the tree, go off the road. She could park the car in the lake before she realized she was in trouble. Well, maybe not that extreme, but it is too late. I am driving back home as fast as I can because I will be damned if my pregnant mate puts herself in danger.

Perceived or real.

I will bubble wrap the whole damn forest if I have to.

I pull up the drive and everything outside looks as it should. I see no other vehicles here, Monica must have left a while ago and my little mate was lying when she said the reason behind her feelings, which I figured. I open the front door and find Ayla in the kitchen, eating a piece of chocolate cake. Her eyes are wide when she sees me, and her pulse kicks up. I push my feelings of love through the bond to set her at ease. She is clearly nervous to see me, I just have to play the waiting game now to see if and when she tells me her secret, she thinks I don't know.

"I didn't know you were on your way home." She says around a mouth full of cake, barely understandable. It brings a smile to my face and my chest starts to warm thinking about her belly swelling with my pup.

She takes another bite, and I watch that forkful go in between her pouty lips, and I involuntarily lick mine. Damn, she is already perfect. I can't wait until everything else is bigger on her. I drag my gaze down her body, taking in her beauty while trying to not linger on her stomach for too long. I can feel her eyes on me, and I look back up and meet those teal orbs staring at me as she squeezes her thighs together.

I smile as big as I can as I scent her arousal in the room, knowing that her increased perfuming is because of my dimples. I plan to use them as long as I can to make Little Wolf melt.

I push lust through the bond as I start taking steps toward her. "I didn't like hearing that you were risking your life while I was away."

"Risking my life? You mean driving? I happened to do very well. By this time next month, I could be driving anywhere I want." A growl leaves me at that thought as she smiles, forking in another bite of cake.

"Do you want some?" Ayla asks, her voice low and full of lust.

My dick has been hard since I looked at her, but her lust filled voice is perfection. Even more so when she is calling my name through those perfect lips.

"Of cake? Yes." I answer and she holds the fork out for me to take a bite, but instead I come up and grab her around the hips.

She laughs as she holds the fork up toward my mouth, and I take a bite. It really is good cake. I push my erection up against her, letting her feel just what she does to me. All I need to do is look at her and I get hard.

"Are you hungry?" She asks. I have her backed against the counter now, both of my hands rest on the counter next to her, pinning her in place.

"Yes, I am hungry." I reply.

"What do you want?" Ayla asks sheepishly.

Yes, play my game Little Wolf.

"You." I say and I pick her up. She wraps her legs around my waist as I turn and clear off the island, placing her on top of it.