All Chapters of The Alphas Secret Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

LoganSeveral days had passed since Riley came for dinner. I couldn't get her out of my head even if I wanted to. Now I knew she wanted me. I saw it. The hunger in her eyes. The way her nipples turned into stiff points that screamed at me to touch them through her top. What a top it was—her large breasts tied up and thrust together. How was I not to look? She had worn it for me. Every time my gaze slid over her, I couldn't get over how beautiful she was. I had known she was attractive even as a kid, but now I saw not just a beautiful woman but something more, something that sucked me in like an invisible force. I wanted her in a way that caused me unbearable pain. The only reason she hadn't found me hard in my room when she stared at my cock like she wanted it was because I had spent every shower stroking my cock to her. Otherwise, she would have known.I wasn't ashamed. Even when I teased her about returning the favor. For a second, she blushed, her eyes darkening with desire and her

RileyI made it to my bedroom. The door clicked shut behind me, and then I paced back and forth, trying to remove the restless energy thrumming through my body.What the hell was I thinking?"One night." Why did I say that?I looked at the clock, only realizing to my horror it was 9 p.m. I'd got so flustered it wasn't even that late. I escaped to my bedroom so quickly. There is no way I can sleep right now.I headed to the spare room, which was more of a closet—a small single bed I doubted Logan would even fit in—and dust everywhere along with boxes of items I stored in here. I grabbed my cleaning supplies and got to work. It only took 10 minutes, but it was presentable—fresh sheets and no dust, the holiday decorations in boxes in the corner stacked neatly rather than on the bed. It will do. I smoothed the covers down, fighting the feeling squirming in my chest.I have got to get it together.No more wine.No more checking on teenagers in their room.The latter would be easy enough. I

RileyIf I thought the cupboard cracked my defenses, as I walked downstairs they shattered completely. Nothing prepared me for what I saw. It was 7 a.m. Olly wouldn't be awake for hours. I was so used to this moment of the day being my peace to clear my head and battle through, and instead I find Logan. In my kitchen. Shirtless. With my tools. Fixing the shelf.I pause on the step. He hasn't noticed me come down, or if he has, he isn't reacting. I'm left trying to remember to breathe as that squirming takes flight, thousands of butterflies in my stomach swarm my body. I swallow past the lump in my throat.Logan checks the shelf before he begins restocking the mugs on top. His focus and care, the way his fingers are so gentle with the china, the way the screwdriver is tucked on his ear, his red curls swirling around it and a screw placed between those plush lips.A light sheen of sweat covers his bare skin, and I watch as his muscles move and flex with each action. When he turns to spo

Riley"Thanks, Riley. I've got a new shipment arriving, so I'll be out back," Mr. Jones muttered before disappearing out back as I put on my apron.I dusted the shelves and watered the plants as well as cleaning any of the leaves so they gleamed in the window. One of the reasons I normally liked working at Flora and Fauner was that it was quiet. I could think and plan my weeks with Olly at school. Other times, Mr. Jones had me out back making arrangements, and working with my hands gave me something to pull my focus. Cutting and snipping to form arrangements left me with scratches and heated my skin, but I loved it. Creating something beautiful through grit and pain was always worth it.Most of the pack had no idea what it took to create something like that. It made me appreciate it all the more. Of course, today I was in the shop floor, and after tidying, watering, and general preening of the plants in the window as I rotated them to stop the sun burning the leaves, my thoughts kept

RileyI woke up, my throat parched as I peeled my heavy eyelids open. I fumbled along the bedside table looking for my water and finding it empty. Damn it. I shouldn't have had so much wine.Dragging myself out of bed, I stumbled, opening my bedroom door as I shuffled down the hallway. The house was quiet other than Olly snoring in his room, so he must have been asleep for a while. The house was still dark, so I knew it was the middle of the night. That boy could sleep through an earthquake and not wake up.Making my way down the stairs, I rubbed my eyes. Goddess, I was tired. I always have water by my bedside table. Why didn't I have any with me toni—Something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye before I heard the sound of soft breathing. I tiptoed over to the sofa, already knowing what I would find but hoping I wouldn't.My heart skipped a beat when I took him in. Logan was sound asleep on my sofa in just his boxers. His blanket was tangled around his legs, his chest ba