Fated to the Alpha's Sons: An Omegas Rise to Fame-Chapter 42: Stepping Down.

Later that evening.

Sampson sat in his office that was pitch dark, save for the small reading lamp that sat on his desk, illuminating his massive structure that was hunched over on his desk, his head in his palms.

His mind was reeling in exhaustion, as he thought over the hundred and one things he had to carry out that evening.

"Sampson." Faye called softly from where she leaned against the wide door frame, taking in her husband’s figure.

She could see the exhaustion in his features as he looked up at her, a ghost smile lining his lips.

"Baby." He cooed, his voice dry and parched. He hadn’t even realized until then.

Faye unleaned from the door frame, taking soft steps to the refrigerator that was situated at the corner of the room, taking out a bottle of water.

"You look horrible, Sampson. I leave you for a few hours and you completely forget that you’ve also got human sides in you." Faye complains softly, taking steady unhurried steps towards him. Her disdain very evident in her voice.

"I’m sorry, love, but five hours are not few." He defended, grabbing her outstretched arm and pulling her into his lap, completely ignoring the chilled bottle.

He nuzzled her neck, inhaling her scent. The tiredness in his heart disappearing like it was never there in the first place.

"I missed you." He whispered, running his moist tongue on her neck softly, causing her to shiver in delight.

"I know." She said softly, trying to ignore the familiar feeling of electricity flow through her. A feeling that no matter how frequent, she hadn’t been able to get used to it. "But it’s still not an excuse, honey." She reprimanded, shoving the cold bottle to his chest, as she leaned away.

Sighing, he took it, opened the cap and swallowed it’s entire content in a few gulps, sighing in content when he was done, letting his head fall to his wife’s shoulder.

"How do you feel?" She asked, threading her finger through his hair, causing him to moan in pleasure, leaning further into her shoulder.

"I feel very much better. Thank you." Sampson said, sincerity in his tone.

"You’re welcome." She whispered, a soft smile on her lips. "When would they be returning?"

"Tomorrow. Tomorrow morning." He replied, his lids threatening to shut completely for the night.

"We need to talk, Sampson." Faye said, shrugging his head, of her shoulder, lightly, using her hand for support.

"What is it, love?" Sampson asked, leaning in his seat, his head falling back.

"Your boys are turning twenty four soon, don’t you think it’s time to hand over? Look how tired you are. You look way older than your age." She complained, her sadness completely bare.

"Honey. They are still young." Sampson tried to point out.

"Young? You took on this post at the age of nineteen. And it wasn’t because your father died, but because he felt you were old enough to carry the weight, meanwhile, you weren’t. " She tried to explain.

"Sampson, you were given three Alphas, not for storage, but so they can help you. They are three heads, love, and they are twenty three. That’s more than enough criteria to let them lead." She stated earnestly.

"Faye, they do not have their mates yet. How could I put such a task in their shoulders when they haven’t had the chance to experience what it’s like to have a mate without responsibilities. Remember the toll it took on us, Faye. It wasn’t easy. I don’t want to do that to my sons." Sampson responded, hoping dearly that his mate was going to understand.

They’d been at this topic for almost a year, and every time she brought it up, he’d always give her this same reasons continuously, until she’s worn out.

"There are three of them, Sampson. Eventually they’d get their mates and give birth to pups who would take over before they crash. Sampson, you are in your forties and yet you look like you’re over sixty." Faye pressed.

"That’s a lie, Faye." Sampson said.

"A lie?! You think I’d lie to you, Sampson? When last did you look at the mirror? Should I get one for you?" She asked at once, already getting up to get a mirror. But Sampson held her firmly around her waist, restricting her movement.

"You do not want to see the mirror, do you? So you know what I’m saying is true. Let our boys lead, Sampson. You can stay on the sidelines, guiding them, atleast until they find their mates. When they do, you can step in again, give them a break honeymoon for a few months and step down once it’s over. I can’t continue to see you like this, Sam. It’s killing me." She said, her voice breaking at the end, tears pouring uncontrollably from her eyes.

"No, baby. Please don’t cry." Sampson pleaded, pulling her into his chest. His massive palm, rubbing her back in circles.

He hadn’t seen her cry in a very long time, and being mated to her for over twenty years, he’d picked that she only cried when something really hurt her to her core.

It was then he knew, he really needed to take her advise into serious consideration.

After a while of cooing, sobbing and considering, he figured she was correct.

He was depreciating really quickly and he had realized earlier that day that he had lost his touch in a lot of things.

The world was evolving and because he was so busy, he wasn’t able to evolve as well. He didn’t want to know how many more mistakes his lack of touch and knowledge could cause.

Sighing he made his decision.

"I’d step down on their twenty-fourth birthday. And if they aren’t mates by then, they’d have to get married to Bellingham’s daughter, Audrey." He muttered into his wife’s hair, whose heart swelled in happiness, seeing she’d finally convinced him.

"Thank you, Sam." She said softly, lifting her head from his chest, looking into his dull eyes.

"Anything for you, Faye. Anything." He muttered softly, leaning forward and crashing his lips on hers, sighing in content.

It all felt right. Very right.

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