Ryker rose from the couch and walked over to the bar in the cabinet to make himself a drink. He looked over his shoulder, “Do you guys want anything?”
Dylan and August both shook their heads. Ryker poured himself a scotch and carried it back to the couch. After he’d sat down, he took a drink and said, “Steve’s brother is visiting him.”
Dylan didn’t get the significance of the statement, but August scowled.
“Well, that’s just perfect,” he said.
“Why?” Dylan asked.
“He’s most likely being made an offer to come home. His brother wasn’t an alpha, which means that there’s no way he’s here without his father’s permission.”
Dylan stared at his lap, wondering what he’d do if Steve left. Best case scenario, Steve jerked off twice a week and shipped him his load.
How was this his life?
“The way you felt today, we’re not going to let you feel that way again,” Ryker said, putting his drink down and looking Dylan in the eye. “We’ll come to an arrangement with Steve, and it will be okay. I promise.”
Dylan nodded, the strength of Ryker’s conviction putting him at ease. This was his problem, yes, but it wasn’t his problem to solve. Ryker and August were his alphas, and to a pair of werewolves, that meant something.
It was an enormous relief.
“I believe you,” Dylan said. He leaned back and closed his eyes, taking stock of how he was feeling.
He was surprised to realize he felt pretty good. His hole was sore, but in a nice way, and the faintest flavor of come lingering in his mouth was a nice contrast to how clean he felt after his shower.
He was hungry, though. Opening his eyes, Dylan looked up at August and asked, “Can you make me lunch?”
The question seemed to startle August, but then he grinned and pulled out his phone. “I’ll do you one better. I’ll order lunch. What are you in the mood for?”
Dylan said the first thing that popped into his mind. “Tacos.”
“Tacos it is.”
33
STEVE
Steve paced around his living room, trying to decide what to do. His wolf was stirring, rumbling in the back of his mind, pushing him to go claim what was his.
He wanted to hunt Dylan down and bite him – to claim his piece of the omega.
“So what are you going to do?” William asked, watching him from the couch. He’d only gotten a brief glimpse of Ryker, but it had been enough for him to pick up on the fact that Ryker was dominant enough to be a pack alpha.
“I don’t know,” Steve admitted.
Leaving Ryker, August and Dylan to go home to his pack would have been disappointing – the possibility of what they could have had always haunting him – but now it would be intolerable. Dylan was hisomega. Steve had a responsibility as the boy’s alpha to make sure he was happy and healthy, and a vital part of that was feeding him a steady diet of come.
Steve glanced over at his little brother, wondering what he was thinking about all this. He hadn’t said anything, mostly just asking questions and getting an overview of the situation.
“What do you think I should do?”
William looked thoughtful, drumming his fingers on his leg before giving an answer.
“Dad isn’t going to let you leave the pack – not for real. That really only leaves you with one option.”
“And that is?”
“Ask Dad for permission to bring them into ours.”
