The Alpha Wants Everything Book 1 The King's Queen
Chapter 8: I’m not naked and covered in mud!

Ky ran and ran, refusing to even acknowledge Kane, he just ran fast and hard. Jumped logs, zipped around trees. He was angry, seething and he needed to blow off steam. He ran in all directions, through the mud, through thickets anywhere Kane would normally avoid. He was punishing Kane for his stupid behaviour. He didn’t stop, he just kept running, till he couldn’t run anymore. He walked a little farther, till he flopped down into a big mud hole and rolled around. Aw, come on! Do you know how hard it is to get mud off! Ky didn’t care; he just smirked, shook off and then did it again, really rubbing his face in it. You asshole! No you’re the asshole! He then dragged himself through a thick bush and back into the mud one more time, to make sure he was good and caked. When Ky was satisfied with his work, he painfully started the process of shifting back. Kane let out a yell when he was back in human form. Are you happy now? Fuck You! How long are you gonna stay mad at me? Till you fix this! What if I can’t? Then you’ll have a very big issue! Don’t be like that! Like what? Don’t pout! Fuck You! I’m not pouting. Yes you are! Fine, I’m pouting! Enjoy your walk back! You asshole! I might be an asshole, but I’m not naked and covered in mud. That’s your fault! I want her Kane, she is ours! I know buddy, I want her too! She’s our whole! Ky whimpered. She completed him, and he wanted her back in his arms. She belonged there, he could protect her there, chase away her demons. He could make her feel safe. He had to fix this, start slow, show her she could trust him. Start small, something she couldn’t refuse. He would have a piece commissioned. That would keep her in his life for a while. He was starting to construct a plan. It wasn’t going to be easy, and shit would hit the fan on Friday, but he will deal with that then. A smile on his face he started walking back to the pack house.

He emerged from the woods with mud dried all over his body and a pair of basketball shorts on. Johnny took one look at him threw his head back and laughed hard and loud

“What the fuck happened to you?” He choked out between laughs

“I was punished!” He responded, he moved towards the house

“Oh fuck no! You are not going inside covered in mud, you have done enough damage, you’re lucky it’s still standing” Kane was offended

“What damage?” He asked,

“What damage? Are you serious right now? You broke two doors, trashed your office and threw your desk out the fucking window, that fucking damage” Johnny couldn’t believe it, how could he fucking forget. A look of realization hit Kane; he went on a warpath the second his foot hit the territory.

“Three doors!” He corrected, already cringing. Johnny was gonna let him have it.

“What?” Johnny looked at him bewildered trying to figure out what other door he broke

“I broke three doors,” he confessed. Johnny’s eyes shot up, “I broke the door off the truck, when I got here” a sheepish grin crossed his face.

“What truck? My truck? Are you fucking kidding me?” Kane went to move towards the house, “I meant it, you’re not going anywhere near that house looking like that” Johnny warned.

“How the fuck do you suppose I get cleaned off” Kane was starting to get angry, when Johnny turned the hose on him

“HOLY FUCK! That’s cold” he yelped, holding his arms out at the sudden coldness that hit him.

Johnny just laughed “You need to cool off anyway, turn around” a string of curses left Kane’s mouth but he did as he was told.

“Mother Fucker!” He sprayed Kane in the head and watched the mud wash away. Only Johnny would get away with this, anyone else and he would lose it. Johnny turned off the hose,

“There now that’s better”

“You mother fucking son of a bit-“ Kane was snarling at him

“Hey, now cool down or I’ll spray you with the hose again” Johnny laughed again.

“I’ll fucking strangle you with the hose” Kane couldn’t help but laugh as well. The sound of Kane laughing, put his pack at ease, someone was less likely to die when Kane was laughing. Johnny turned serious for a minute.

“What are you gonna do about Dax?” He asked, looking at him. A big toothy smile crossed his face

“I have a plan” he said “I’m going to commission a piece of art”

Dax tried to keep busy for the rest of the day, if she was busy then she couldn’t obsess about what almost happened in the break room. She also avoided the break room for the rest of the day. How could she let that happen? Every time she stopped moving for even a minute the events of the morning unfolded and replayed in her mind. From the kiss on the sidewalk to what happened on the table. It felt right when he touched her, she felt safe when he held her and it was electric when he kissed her, his mouth was made to kiss hers. She could still feel his hands on her, moving up her stomach, his thumb rubbing circles on her thigh. What the hell was wrong with her? She skipped lunch and ate very little for dinner, the butterflies in her stomach wouldn’t allow for much food. You’ll never be safe! The angry voice came out of nowhere while she was in the shower. She covered her ears trying to silence it, but it was there. You are worthless! No, go away! You are weak! You’re not here! I am everywhere! You can’t replace me! You can’t hide from me! You’re not here! I will always replace you! She could hear him laughing as she turned the shower off. Trying to get away from it she found herself back down on the warehouse floor, wrapped in a towel standing outside the door where her past was locked up. She could hear them screaming to be released, whispering all the things he used to say to her. She could hear her nightmare’s voice whispering in her ear. Nobody will ever want you! No, they won’t! You stupid little bitch, you are a waste! Yes, she was. Good for nothing! No, I’m not! Who would ever want you? Noone! They would throw you away like the trash you are! Yes, they would! You will never be good enough! No, I won’t! How could I be so stupid? She slid down the door as the words swirled around her, beating her down, she shut her eyes as the tears fell, it was just her and her demons tonight and no matter how hard she fought to ignore them, they were the only ones that ever told her the truth.

Sitting at his desk in his room going over papers, Kane felt a coldness creep into him. He didn’t think anything of it at first, but the feeling kept growing stronger and stronger. An uneasy feeling washed over him and Ky began to get agitated. What’s wrong? Do you feel it? Yes, what is it? Something! What? I don’t know….something! Just tired, long day! Maybe! We’ll sleep and see how things are in the morning. I don’t know! Feels off, feels wrong! I know! Kane crawled into bed, but he was restless, all night he kept hearing whispers but couldn’t make out what was being said. They swirled around him and weighed heavy on his mind. He tried to think of something else, anything else, nothing was quieting them, until he thought of Dax. The coldness, the weight, the whispers all vanished like they were never even there. She was so guarded, so scared, and she hid. Hid from the world, hid from him, what has she gone through that she feels the need to hide? What did life hand her that she’s so guarded, so scared? He wanted to help her, she was his mate, but how? And would she let him? Would she let him in? Could he get her to trust him enough to let him in? He wasn’t sure of any of it, but he was sure as hell gonna try. He finally fell asleep, wrestling unknown demons.