The Alpha Wants Everything Book 1 The King's Queen

She had just fallen asleep on his chest while they were sitting on the couch, when a knock came on the door. SHIT! Kane thought, he gently lifted her off of him and placed her on the couch, so he could answer the door. The doctor was standing there.

“Alpha!” He bowed,

“She’s sleeping, her day hasn’t gotten any better,” Kane said,

“How’s her breathing?” He asked, nodding,

“She hasn’t needed the mask since this morning” the doctor made a note in her file, he would still need to listen to her lungs.

“And is she moving around?” The doctor asked again.

“Yes” Kane replied, she got from the bed to the couch by herself, he wasn’t sure how she got out of the bed though.

“I will still need to listen to her lungs” Kane stepped aside and let him in.

“She’ll need to sit up” the doctor hesitated to say anything, but in order for him to do his job he had no choice. Kane narrowed his eyes at him, but moved beside her on the couch. As carefully as he could he lifted her to a sitting position. The doctor checked her lungs.

“Sounds a little ragged on the right. Could be nothing, just the effects of a hard day, but I’ll be back in a little bit to check on it. If she gets shortness of breath put the mask back on her and page me immediately” he stood up making notes in her file. He moved to the door opening it when he took a liquid off the desk outside and handed it to Kane.

“What is it?” Kane eyed it suspiciously.

“Get her to drink it, she hasn’t had anything to eat in over 24 hrs. Later on today she can try soft foods.” Kane looked at the liquid again.

“How would you recover a memory?” Kane asked him.

“I am not a psychologist but I would think hypnosis might work” Kane looked over at her, following his look the doctor added. “I can’t speak to her mental stability, but I can tell you physically her body won’t be able to handle it right now. The emotional turmoil that comes with something like that, has an adverse effect on the physical body, and the state her body is in now could cause her lungs to collapse.” Kane just nodded, well that answered that. The doctor left, reminding him that he would be back later to check on her. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he stepped into the hall to answer it.

When he came back Dax was sitting up on the couch looking at the photos again.

“Baby, stop looking at those” he moved to sit beside her.

“How did they get them?” She asked,

“We think someone was following you” the thought sent a shudder through her body, his arms immediately wrapped around her “They can’t get to you, you’re safe here” he kissed the side of her head. He went to take the tablet from her but she pulled it away.

“We should change your dressings” trying to take her mind off the photos “Then maybe a sponge bath” she looked at him and rolled her eyes.

“Hey, I’m excited!” He grinned, kissing down her neck, he untied the back of her gown slowly pushing it off her shoulders. He trailed his lips over her left shoulder, as his hands trailed up her stomach, she gasped as his thumbs caressed under her breasts. She leaned back into him, his hands continued to blaze trails up and down her front, causing gasps to escape her mouth. The tablet forgotten, she turned around straddling his lap, she pressed her lips to his. His hands slid over her bottom giving it a firm squeeze. He stood up carrying her over to her bed, never taking his mouth away from hers. It was only when he placed her down, did he break their kiss.

“Someone else might be excited for a sponge bath” he whispered, nipping her ear, starting at her lobe as he moved his way up.

“Doctor said go slow” she whispered back.

“I can go slow” he released a sensual growl as his hands slid up her thighs under the gown.

“Until you can’t” she teased,

“I’m not the only impatient one,” he chuckled. He slid his hand between her thighs caressing her gently, she moaned, pushing into his hand.

“How about that bath?” She nodded. He helped her off the bed, he would start by washing her hair.

He turned the tap on to the sink and let the water warm up, she bent over the sink and he wet her hair down. He massaged her shampoo into her hair and she purred at the movements of his hands. Rinsing it out, and repeating the same actions with her conditioner. Wrapping her hair in a towel.

“How does that feel?” He asked her.

“Good,” she sighed.

“Good, but I’m not done yet” he kissed her lips, lifting her to his waist he carried back over to her bed and he placed her down again. He moved back to the sink and filled a bowl with hot soapy water. He moved the table by the bathroom closer to her bed and set the bowl on it. He turned her around pushing her gown off her shoulders. Gently removing the bandage from her back. The swelling had gone down quite a bit, it was still a little red but it was starting to look better. Being careful not to get her sutures or the laceration he cleaned around the area. He washed the rest of her back before he turned her back around. He removed the bandage from her forehead, he cleansed her face and neck moving lower down her body. Pulling the gown lower down he washed across her shoulders and down her arms. Taking the bandage of her left hand, he could fully see the discolouration of her skin. The gown fell away from her body, as a smile danced across his face. His beautiful little mate sat before him in grey panties and slipper socks. Go slow! He had to keep reminding himself. She watched his hands move over her body as he cleaned her, his lips would twitch, when she gasped at a caress.

Between the warmth of the cloth and his hands and the coolness of the room her skin was buzzing to life. He washed all of her that was uncovered, his hands explored her body, each touch rocked straight to her core. He pulled off his shirt and stood between her legs, his hands grazing her hips, electricity shooting up his arms, his thumbs hooked under the fabric of her panties and he started pulling them down. Go slow, go slow, go slow! Running on a never ending loop in his mind. Slipping off her panties, she sat before him completely naked. Picking back up the cloth he ran it up the inside of her thigh till he reached her center. She moaned at his caress, spreading her legs wider for him. His lips claimed hers, the kiss was hard and demanding. He groaned when her left hand gently trailed down his chest and across the top of the waistband of his pants. Go slow, go slow, go slow! The cloth dropped to the floor as he pushed his hand against her, caressing her. She moaned against his mouth, he moved against her lips with more urgency. Slipping a finger inside of her, he started to thrust, leaning her back, she moaned out as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her. Go slow, go slow, fuck slow! He wanted her now.

Losing the rest of his clothes he entered her, pushing deep, crying out at the feeling of him. He thrust at a steady rhythm, she could feel herself reaching her peak as waves rocked her. Her body erupted in a wave of pleasure as she tightened around him. He slowed enough to let her enjoy it, then picked the pace back up again. He pushed deeper and deeper into her, building her back up to the brink, he could feel himself on the verge, she wrapped her legs around him, leaning back on her elbows, giving him a deeper thrust.

“Oh fuck!” He groaned out as he pushed in deeper, moving harder. She arched her back as another wave washed over her, she tightened around him again as he reached his own peak and erupted inside of her. He kissed her neck up to her lips.

Withdrawing from her he helped her sit up, she was breathing hard ragged breaths. He placed the mask over her nose and mouth and held her close to him, trying to get her breathing to slow.

“I tried for slow” she smiled, trying to take slow deep breaths.

“Oops!” She breathed out, he laughed and kissed her forehead. He put his clothes back on, got her a clean gown from the pile and a pair of panties from the bag Lacey brought her. He helped her put the panties on, the slipper socks, and he tied the gown in the back.

“There are benefits to this” He said as he was finishing with the ties.

“Like what?” She muffled out behind the mask.

“You need help showering and getting dressed” he answered,

“I see myself spending a lot of time naked” she took the mask off and put it on the bed.

“See benefits” a suggestive smile crossed his face. His arms wrapped around her.

“Did you put the bandage back on?” She asked,

“Fuck!” He untied the top of her gown again, when there was a knock at the door. He closed the curtain around her bed telling her to stay put, so he could answer the door. The doctor was standing there again.

“Just changing the bandages,” Kane stepped aside.

“Good, I want to take a look” Kane moved to the curtain and opened it a little bit. He helped her off the bed, and pulled the gown more around her.

“It’s just the doctor, time for a check up,” Kane said.

“Hello Luna! How are you feeling?” The doctor asked her.

“Good!”

“No pain, shortness of breath?”

“Nope!” She pressed her lips together, and Kane stifled a laugh.

“Ok then, let’s take a look at your back shall we” she turned around, he checked the laceration down her back and the incision on her side. He checked the gash across her forehead and her hand. He checked the vision in her left eye and listened to her lungs. The ragged breath in her right lung had cleared up.

“You’re breathing deep?” He asked,

“Oh yes!” a big grin spread across her face.

“Have you finished the drink I brought earlier?” He asked,

“No, it’s gross” she turned her nose up at it.

“Well as soon as you drink it we can try soft solids” he said, making notes in her file.

“Oh, well ok then!” She walked over to the table in front of the couch, twisted the cap off and chugged it. The doctor just stared with his mouth open. He looked from Kane to her then back to Kane.

“That’s my girl, she’s classy,” Kane smiled proudly. She shook her head and stuck out her tongue.

“Can I have pancakes?” She asked, looking from Kane to the doctor then back to Kane

“Maybe mashed potatoes to start” the doctor looked back down at her file. He wasn’t really certain what to make of what he just witnessed.

“Pancakes are soft” she argued,

“Mashed potatoes are softer” he countered,

“That’s fucking bullshit!” She huffed and pouted,

“So proud!” Kane said laughing.

“Uh huh! Your lungs sound good, the swelling has gone down a lot in your back, the incision we made on your side is healing nicely as is the gash on your forehead. I am going to schedule an eye exam for tomorrow. I will have mashed potatoes sent in about an hour, take it easy and I will see you tomorrow” the doctor excused himself. Kane crossed the room and pulled her into his arms.

“Aw, my poor baby” he kissed her head,

“I’m starving” she whined,

“I know, I tell you what, eat what the doctor says and as soon as you get out of here you can have whatever you want, even brownies and ice cream” he was bribing her, he knew he was, she knew he was, but it seemed to work for them.

“With cookies?” She asked,

“With cookies” He nodded confirming his bribe

“Promise!” She looked up at him,

“Promise!” He looked down at her,

“Fine!” She sighed,

“Let’s get you bandaged up” He ushered back towards her bed.

Fresh bandages on she stepped into the bathroom to brush her hair, a bit of a struggle and a string of curses later she stepped out of the bathroom. He was sitting on the couch looking at the tablet with his shoulders slumped. She walked up and kneeling on the couch she wrapped her arms around him and kissed his neck.

“I thought you were finding us something to watch?” She said looking at the photos in front of her again. Something caught her eye. She tilted her head to get a better look.

“Yeah I was” He said, he was about to close down the site.

“Wait, stop!” She pushed his hands away.

“What’s the matter?” He asked.

“Something’s wrong with the photo” she was about to click on the photo when he grabbed her hand.

“Don’t click on it! Marco encrypted them.” She stepped out from behind him and crawled into his lap, it was easier for him to look over her shoulder then it was for her to look over his. She took a screenshot and switched over to the gallery. She blew up the photo she was looking at.

“How tall do I stand on you?” She asked.

“Not quite mid chest, why?” He replied,

“Would you say I am standing in this photo?” She asked looking closer at the photo.

“Yes!” The question threw him.

“And you’re standing?”

“Yeah, why?” He wasn’t understanding her questions.

“Then how do I reach your shoulder?” She pointed at the photo, he looked at it over her shoulder.

“What the fuck?” He said “How can that be?” She blew the photo up some more looking at it.

“Oh my fuck! That’s not my body!” She exclaimed,

“What?” He looked at her then back at the photo “How do you know?”

“Look, the lines in my neck don’t line up with the lines in the neck of the torso. That’s my head, but that’s not my body” she blew up the other photos she caught in the screen shot, looking for more that didn’t make sense. She blew up another one of them when they were walking down Main Street, something in the background caught her attention. She blew it up on a sign, but was having trouble reading it. She rubbed her left eye, but winced at the pain that caused.

“What does that say?” She asked, again he looked over her shoulder.

“Donny’s subs I think” That didn’t make sense.

“Howler’s Bay has six food restaurants, Glenda’s diner, Luigi’s Italian restaurant, Betty’s confections, Walter’s, Perks and The Pizza Place. I created the signs for all of them. There is no Donny’s Subs here. I have lived in two places in my life, New York and here, I didn’t meet you in New York.” She looked at him.

“Some of these photos are fake?” He asked, looking down at her.

“I’m hoping a lot of these are fake!” She replied, looking up at him.

She flipped back over to the site and started taking screenshots of all the pictures, while he was on the phone with Johnny, explaining what they found. She had pointed out half a dozen photos so far that were fake.

“This one, my scar isn’t visible, I can’t wear camis or tanks and not have it exposed” she said pointing at one.

“Tell her she has to slow down, Marco can only go so fast” Johnny said on the other side of the phone, Kane could hear Marco swearing in the background.

“I’m on my way” Kane said getting up from the couch, she followed him “Where are you going?” He looked at her.

“I’m going to” she said,

“No!” He growled,

“Yes!” She growled back,

“Dax!”

“Kane!”

“You don’t have pants,” he said smugly,

“I’m not staying here, it’s my face on naked people, either get over it or magically poof me some fucking pants, but I’m going” she huffed, his eyes went wide then he narrowed them and squared his shoulders, she stood her ground challenging him like she did the first day they met.

“Then let’s go” that was easier than she thought it was going to be.

“I’ll deal with you when we get back.” UH OH! He moved towards the door and she was right behind him with the tablet.

Walking into his office, there was a flurry of activity. Kenneth was with Marco who was typing furiously on the laptops, and Johnny and Damon were going over the pictures.

“I don’t see how she can tell which ones are fake” Damon was saying looking at different photos.

“Why don’t you ask her?” All eyes turned towards them as Kane spoke.

“Hey, you got sprung” Johnny gave her a big smile.

“It’s temporary” Kane gave her a hard glare, she just smiled at him.

“Then get your ass over here” Damon said,

“Easy there Squeaky, she still outranks you” Johnny laughed,

“Everyone outranks me and stop calling me Squeaky” Damon huffed. She sat on the floor beside Marco, he showed her what he was doing and she pointed out all the photos she had proven to be fakes.

“This would be easier if I could use the actual photos. Can you pull the virus encryption long enough for me to download them all?” She asked Marco.

“Sì, cinque minuti,” she agreed, as soon as he gave her the word, she started the downloads.

“Due minuti” he gave her a warning.

“Got them”

“La crittografia sta per essere ripristinata. (encryption is going back up)” He started typing. Dax opened the gallery on the tablet.

“This is taking too long,” Damon said “Isn’t there a faster way to do this?”

“Sì, ma non ho accesso a quel tipo di software” Marco looked at him.

“He doesn’t have the software he needs,” Kenneth translated.

“I do! At the warehouse.” She said,

“You’re not going to the warehouse” Kane had been quiet up till then, she was about to say something but the look on his face told her not to argue with him. She already won one round.

“Ok! Marco can get into my system from here, it should still be on” she said instead.

“Sì, mi serve un altro laptop….more….computer” Marco agreed, Kenneth and Damon ran out the door in search of one.

They came back 10 minutes later with one each. Setting it up on the other side of the table, Marco moved and hacked her system.

“Ho bisogno di aggiornare il tuo sistema. (I need to upgrade your system)” He said, shaking his head.

“Um….ok! Open it up on both and you’re gonna have to kill the timer, it’ll shut off at 6” she walked over to Kane. “Take a picture, from the neck down front and back” he pulled out his phone and did what he was told.

“Now what?” She took his phone and sent the photos to the tablet. Then she paired the tablet to both laptops.

“What are you doing?” Kenneth asked, he was sitting in the chair beside her.

“The program I have will use my body to pull real images from the fake ones, which is why I can’t have my head in the photos, cause it’s my face on all of them. This will weed the fakes from the real ones. On this laptop I am going to break the photos down to their first layer, and see who’s underneath and hopefully that will tell us who did it” she explained as she got the programs running on both laptops.

“Layers?” Johnny looked at her confused.

“Yeah, the more you add to a photo the more layers you put on it. It’s like a burger, your basic image is the bun then you start adding onion, pickle, patty, bacon, lettuce, tomato, and cheese. Every filter you add to a photo adds another layer” she explained.

“Like a burger,” Damon laughed,

“I’m fucking starving!” She huffed glaring at him. “They don’t feed people down there.”

“In their defence darling, they are used to dealing with werewolves, we go in, get patched up and we’re out in time for dinner” Johnny laughed.

“Doesn’t mean they can forget to feed me” she was cranky and hungry.

“Someone gets pissy when they’re hungry, Kane better watch out” Damon teased her.

Dax could feel her face heating up, she was tired, cranky and starving and before she could even think she grabbed Kenneth’s shoe and chucked it at Damon. He hit the ground as it sailed over his head, missing him by mere inches.

“She stole my shoe” Kenneth’s eyes were wide.

“She threw it at me” Damon peeked over the couch at her.

“She likes to throw things” Johnny and Kane erupted into laughter.

“Good….aim” Marco was impressed.

“She’s fucking hungry,” Kane got up from his desk picked her up off the floor and walked towards the door.

“Where are you going?” Johnny choked out between his laughter.

“Going to feed her, before she kills Squeaky,” Kane said grinning.

“Can I have pancakes now?” She looked up at him pleading.

“That is not what the doctor said you could have” Kane looked down at her.

“But that was in the medical ward, we aren’t in the medical ward. I can have pancakes, you said I could,” she countered,

“When did I say you could have pancakes?” He asked

“When I got out of the medical ward. You said as soon as I got out I could have whatever I wanted. I’m out, and I would like pancakes” She replied. You did say! Ky was howling in his head. It was true he did say. Actually you said she could have brownies, ice cream and cookies! Shut up! You did!

“She’s good,” Kenneth was impressed as they all watched on.

“Fine, apologize first” Kane arched his eyebrow at her, she opened her mouth to argue but closed it again.

“Kenneth, I’m sorry I threw your shoe” she said looking at him.

“It’s quite alright,” he said trying to hide his grin.

“And to Damon” Damon grinned smugly at her.

“Wha-fine. Damon, I’m sorry….I missed” his face dropped as the room erupted in laughter.

“Never said what she had to apologize for” Johnny howled.

“Time for pancakes” and she walked out of the office.

“What am I going to do with you?” Shaking his head Kane followed her out.

“The fuck, I get a shoe thrown at me and she gets pancakes” Damon stared at the door flabbergasted another round of laughter erupted through the room.

Damon looked up when they walked back into the office, instead of letting her go back to the floor he led her to his chair, he sat down and placed her onto his lap. He put his feet up on the desk and she curled up into his chest.

“Yeah, you keep feisty pants over there” Damon said,

“Aw what’s the matter Squeaky, scared of a little girl?” Johnny teased him.

“She throws shoes at people” Damon exclaimed,

“That’s nothing, you weren’t hit with paper weights,” Kane said, running his fingers through her hair. Her eyes were heavy, she could feel sleep pulling her under, fighting to stay awake, but losing the battle she closed her eyes. The beating of his heart singing her a lullaby that was just for her. She listened as the sound became the only thing she could hear. A scent filled her, surrounded her, it eased her mind and relaxed her body. She welcomed it, breathed it in, snuggling in closer to him.

“You smell good” she mumbled low enough only he heard.

“Oh yeah, what do I smell like?” He kissed her head.

“Winter pine and rain” she mumbled as her breathing fell into a soft rhythm as she let sleep take her away. He looked down at her for a minute, how the fuck would she know his scent? Um! Can humans do that? Even Ky was curious about that. Maybe it’s a fate bond thing! Maybe! Maybe we should look more into this fate bond! I think you might be right! Maybe later though! He wrapped his arms around her holding her close to him. Lilac and cherry blossom filled him and he closed his eyes breathing it in, he felt complete, letting sleep take control he drifted off.

Kane woke up to Johnny flicking him in the forehead,

“What the fuck are you doing?” He croaked out smacking his hand, Johnny moved away.

“I didn’t want to wake feisty pants” Kane’s arm instinctively wrapped tighter around her. “But the laptops are beeping, and we aren’t sure what that means,” Kane blinked at him.

“You need to wake feisty pants up” Damon said, clarifying what Johnny wanted. He was standing on the other side of the room farthest away from her. Kane grazed her cheek, whispering in her ear that it was time to get up. Dax stirred a little, but had no interest in getting up.

“Come on baby, you need to wake up now” he gently shook her shoulder and she snuggled deeper shaking her head. He took his feet off the desk, sitting them up, and spun the chair away from the others.

“I know you’re tired” he kissed her forehead, she sat up in his lap and rubbed her eyes. Dax was not happy to be woken up. “We’ll finish up here and I’ll take you to bed, but right now the laptops are beeping and the boys don’t know what that means and need you to help them.” He helped her up, making sure her gown was pulled down and covering her. She walked over to the first laptop and knelt down in front of it.

“187 photos and only 27 appear to be authentic. They will still need to be double checked” she said, stifling a yawn.

“Holy shit, 160 of them are fake, who the fuck would do that?” Johnny asked,

“Throw any shoes at people recently?” Damon asked, she glared at him.

“Careful Damon, Kenneth has another shoe” Johnny said, trying to bite back his laughter,

“Make any enemies?” Damon asked her, more seriously this time

“Not that I know of, I try to avoid people” She said, looking at the photos the program categorized as authentic.

The other laptop was still flashing reminding her it had completed the layer removal for the handful of photos she sent through it. Moving over to that one pulling up the basic images, the first four were of just random people in random places. The fifth one the background was part of the basic picture, but the couple changed to an older couple.

“They don’t even look like they know they were being photographed?” Kane had crouched down behind her and looked at the photo over her shoulder. Dax pulled back up the first four, squinting at them.

“None of them do,” she said, she pulled back up the fifth photo. Damon passed by the laptop when he saw the photo.

“Don’t eat there, fucking nasty” he remarked in passing.

“You know where that is?” Kane looked up at him.

“Yeah, next town over, little piss hole….Garrison I think” Marco pulled up a map of the town, he started plotting the points on the map from the other photos.

“What’s the last photo?” Kane asked,

“It didn’t finish rendering, had too many layers for the first pass through.” Sending it back through the layers were pulled off and they watched as they slipped away. Her loft, part of an arm, the blur that was on Kane’s back, followed by the second one then her head. Leaving them with the first image. Her body stiffened and her face went red.

“That plastic boobed, bleach blonde bitch!” Kane pulled her away from the laptop, and anything she could possibly use to break it.

“That’s a mouthful,” Damon said,

“Oh fuck!” Johnny looked at the image then quickly looked away shaking his head in disgust.

“Do we know this bleach blonde bitch?” Kenneth asked,

“Her and Dax have had a few run-ins. That’s the bitch Dax punched in the throat….twice” Johnny said as he looked over at Damon. His eyes widened slightly and he couldn’t help the urge he felt to protect his throat.

“Suddenly feeling better about getting a shoe thrown at me” Damon said, nodding his head.

“Why would she do this?” Kenneth asked,

“She thinks Dax stole Kane from her, maybe it’s retaliation” Johnny could only hazard a guess.

“I’m gonna squeeze her neck till her head pops off” Kane moved her behind his desk and sat her in his seat.

“No you’re not! You need to calm down” He said moving back towards the center of the room.

“I AM CALM!” She yelled at him standing up.

“SIT DOWN!” Kane yelled back at her, she stayed on her feet and crossed her arms over her chest “Stay!”

“Woof woof!” He glared at her and she glared back.

Dax looked down at his desk and saw his phone sitting there. Biting the inside of her lip she picked it up and paired it to the laptop and downloaded the photo of Justine onto it, then killed the connection. She watched the men in the room all talking, they weren’t paying any attention to her. That stupid bitch needed her ass kicked. A few benefits come from being small, going unnoticed is one of them. As quietly and carefully as she could she walked out of the room. She would have to hurry, she won’t go unnoticed for long. Pretty much running through the house she had to get to a vehicle, not only did that bitch need her ass kicked but she had information and Dax wanted it.

Running past Carter in the living room on her way to the garage, she caught his attention. He was on his feet in seconds following her out to the garage. He saw her grab a set of keys and hit the button, then another set, then another set until she found one that the back lights lit up and she ran towards it making sure the doors were unlocked. Jumping in the driver’s seat she huffed and readjusted so she could reach the pedals. Fucking tall people! She was swearing in her head when Carter jumped in the passenger seat and fastened his seat belt.

“Carter what the fuck are you doing?” She looked over at him.

“Where are we going Luna?” He replied instead.

“Get out Carter!” She didn’t have time for this, they would notice she was missing soon. Carter shook his head, that wasn’t going to happen.

“Where are we going Luna?” He asked again, throwing the SUV in drive she hit the gas as she found the garage opener and hit the button.

“We have a name now,” Kane was saying.

“Do you honestly think she has the mental capacity to pull that off?” Johnny asked,

“Um....” Damon tried to interrupt, he was looking behind Kane at the now empty spot where Luna was once standing. How the fuck did she get by us?

“Fuck no, but she knows who does. We just want to ask her a few questions” Kane said,

“Then better keep feisty pants at home” Johnny laughed, his phone went off and he pulled it from his pocket.

“Hey....” Damon tried again, when they weren’t listening he just walked out of the office and started running down the hall towards the front.

“Why is Carter calling me?” He answered it.

“You better hear this,” Johnny said as he turned on the speaker.

“Where are we going Luna?”

“What are you doing here Carter?”

Kenneth, Johnny and Kane turned around to see the empty space she was standing in.

“FUCK!” Kane yelled, then they saw Damon running across the property chasing a black SUV.

“Where is she going?” Kenneth asked,

“To kick some bleach blonde ass I would assume” Johnny said.

“I am.…”

“Assigned to protect me, I know. But I don’t need protection right now”

“I am your friend”

Dax looked at Carter, she wasn’t sure she believed him. They all kept things from her.

“Yes I was assigned to you, then I met you. There’s something about you, we have a lot in common” she looked at him again, she did like Carter, he was easy to talk to or not talk to.

“My father used to beat me. He couldn’t handle having a son that was gay” She bit her lip, and her expression softened a bit. There was silence for a while before she spoke.

“I’m sorry your father was an epic fucking douche canoe, nobody should have to deal with that” she offered him a small smile.

“Where are we going Luna?” He asked again, looking at her.

“To see a bleach blonde bitch” she replied, she could feel a fire burning in her soul.

“Why?” He looked out the window and saw Damon running towards the SUV.

“Because I’m tired, Carter. I’m tired of waiting”

“Waiting for what?”

“For the next thing to smack me down. I’m tired of constantly having to keep my guard up, never knowing when the next attack will come or who it will come from. Looking over your shoulder all the time is not a way to live your life” Dax explained.

They all stood around the phone in Johnny’s hand listening to what she was saying.

“I want my life, and I want it with Kane. What chance do we actually have if we are always playing defence in someone else’s game? It’s time to take control and play a little offence. That blonde bitch has information and I want it, and if I have to beat it out of her then I am confident in that decision”

“Does Alpha Kane know you’re doing this?”

“Um….”

“I’ll take that as a no, do you have a plan at least?”

“Yes, I don’t actually need to talk to her I just need her purse and her phone, woman keep everything in there”

“She’s not just going to hand her phone over to you. Do you have something on her?”

“Of course, Kane taught me the art of incentive”

They heard rustling through the speaker.

“Fucking gross, where did you get that photo?”

They listened as she explained to Carter what had been going on.

“She didn’t do this alone, she had help, and I want the name”

“And then what?”

“Kane can do what Kane does best, scare the fuck outta them. I’m not scary, I’m scary’s less intimidating cousin, Kane on the other hand is big fucking scary. I get him a name and he knows who to scare, and we are one step closer to putting an end to this and then maybe I’ll behave myself for longer than five minutes”

“Why does it have to be us to talk to the bitch?”

“I didn’t ask you to come along, you jumped in the truck all by yourself, but if I have to watch her throw herself at Kane one more time, I’m gonna rip her arms off and beat her with them, before I pop her head like a grape”

“Let’s go find a bleach blonde bitch”

“But she’s not scary,” Johnny said laughing.

Something thumped on top of the SUV, and they both looked at each other.

“What the fuck was that?” She asked,

“Maybe you hit something,” Carter replied. She looked over at Carter just as Damon’s head appeared at the window

“Damon!” She rolled down the window “Damon, what are you doing here?”

“Let’s see, you disappeared from Kane’s office after the bleached blonde, then I saw a SUV speeding away. I put it together and figured you were off to find her and get some answers. Someone has to keep your feisty ass outta trouble, open the door” Damon said,

“Does Kane know you’re here?” She asked,

“Does he know you’re here? That’s what I thought. I would love to continue this conversation, in the moving vehicle, open the door.” She unlocked the doors and Carter opened the back passenger door for him.

“Just keep the vehicle straight, and watch the road” he moved around on top of the SUV, until he swung his legs in and landed in the back seat, he shut the door behind him.

“Well, that was exciting, where we headed?” Damon asked from the backseat.

“Where would someone find a bleached blonde slut looking for someone to fuck?” She asked,

“On a Thursday night….that’s easy The Wolf Pack” Damon offered,

“Then I guess we’re going to the bar,” she said, pressing on the gas harder.

“You do know you’re only wearing slippers and a unicorn hospital gown right” he asked,

“You do know I can slam on the brakes and smash your head off the windshield right. The speed I’m going werewolf or not, that would hurt like a mother fucker” Damon held his hands up and sat back in the seat. Carter didn’t hold back his laugh at the look on Damon’s face.

“She’s a classy girl, that mate of yours” Johnny said, disconnecting the call.

“So proud! At least we know where she’s going” Kane said,

“What do you want to do?” Kenneth asked, Kane thought about that for a moment.

“Let her go” he finally said,

“Let her go! Damon’s with her, he’s not known for his impulse control let alone his morals” Johnny argued,

“His moral compass doesn’t point north, that’s true, but he won’t let her cross that line. She’s right we have been on defence since this started, time to start playing offense” Kane countered,

“How do you suppose we do that? We don’t have enough information” Johnny replied,

“By letting her go. They expect her to run scared and not come at them. Except she’s angry, not scared. She’s looking for answers, something sparked in that photo now she’s trying to put the pieces together” Kane said. Angry? She’s pissed the fuck off! That she is Ky! Are you proud? I’m proud! Me too!

“What if she injures herself?” Kenneth asked,

“She won’t do anything to further injure herself, and like I said Damon won’t let her cross that line and Carter’s with her as well.” He walked towards his desk. She stole my phone! Clever girl! Ky grinned. She has a plan!

“So are we going to The Wolf Pack?” Johnny asked,

“No, let her have this one. She has my phone, she can send that photo to everyone in the bar, plus everyone on my contact list and it will spread like wildfire” he shook his head. Very clever little mouse! He moved towards the door.

“She has a plan, so where are we going then?” Kenneth and Johnny followed him out of the office.

“She’ll head to the warehouse after. We’ll meet her there” They walked into the garage. “She stole my truck as well”

“Looks like I’m driving” Johnny grabbed his keys and walked to his truck unlocking it.

Dax whipped into the parking lot and hit the brakes, skidding to a stop. Carter held on to the door and the armrest of the passenger seat. Unfortunately Damon ended up on the floor.

“Just because you stole it, doesn’t mean you need to drive like you did. Kane would be fucking pissed off if you wrecked his truck” Damon groaned from the floor.

“This is Kane’s truck?” She asked looking from Carter to Damon. You’re committed now, crazy pants! Her subconscious laughed at her. Fuck!

“Who gave you a license?” Damon stretched out his neck.

“Are you ok? Do you need to sit this one out Squeaky?” She asked him.

“Fuck no! Let’s go get us a bleach blonde bitch” Damon opened the passenger door and climbed out. Carter was already waiting outside. Taking a deep breath and then another Dax followed them out of the truck. They walked up to the entrance and the same guy was there that opened the door the first time. A smile crossed his face as he bowed his head to her.

“Luna!” And he opened the door. She looked at his name tag.

“Hi Jack! I’m gonna need a small favour! Don’t let anyone else in, and maybe look the other way tonight!” She said with a big smile. Do you really think he’ll keep mountain wolf out? I don’t know, but fingers crossed! Just need the information! Yup!

“You got it!” He bowed again.

“Thanks Jack!” And she walked inside. Several eyes were on her, watching her move, they would bow as she looked at them and she would offer a smile. She was scanning the bar but she couldn’t see her.

“When we find her we should get her to the back, out of sight,” Damon said,

“We have to find her first, this place is packed” Carter was looking in the opposite direction as Damon.

“Where did feisty pants go?” Shit they can’t lose her, Kane would kill them.

“There! moving towards the blonde in the back,” Carter pointed.

“Guess she found her, and she’s gonna do this in the open” Damon whistled low and half the bar turned towards him, he motioned towards the back corner and they were moving. He might be the lowest rank but he had pull. Pushing their way through people they crowded around the back corner to block the sight line from everyone else.

****

He was sitting in The Wolf Pack drowning his sorrows. He had gone into the warehouse after they had all left and he saw the carnage in her loft. Her blood pooled the floor, it was smeared across the walls. It looked as though paramedics had done whatever they could to save her, but to no avail. Judging by how much blood was on the floor it was too late. He hit the ground then, tears fell from his eyes as he mourned the loss of his angel. He felt defeated, lost as he wandered back to his cabin. White had tried a couple times to get in contact with him, but he ignored the call, could he not see that he was in mourning. About to take another drink, when he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. The briefest of moments he thought he caught the sight of snow white hair crossing the bar, but when he blinked it was gone. His mind was cruel, fueled by his grief it couldn’t have been her, his angel was gone and she was never coming back. Downing the rest of his drink, he stumbled out of the bar and into the night.

****

Dax had no idea what she was gonna do when she saw her, she was pretty much flying blind at this point. She was angry, very angry. Just talk to her! Talk, I can do that! She spotted her target in the back corner, flirting with some guys she had seen at the pack house. Moving in that direction and away from Carter and Damon, even though they told her to stay close. I’m just gonna talk to her! She told herself. Just talk, hands to yourself! Hands to myself. Just talk! Just talk! Taking deep breath after deep breath, but the closer she got she felt her anger rising. The fire burning inside her became an inferno white hot and out of control. Taking a serving tray from one of the waitresses, telling her she just needed to borrow it for a quick second. What are you doing with that? Just talking! Damon and Carter caught up to her just in time to see her smack Justine in the back of the head, cracking the serving tray in half.

“What the fuck is wrong with you” Dax yelled at her, the guys she was talking to were on their feet heads bowed slightly and looking quite surprised. Justine held the back of her head, eyes wide as she spun around to face Dax.

“What is wrong with me, what is wrong with you?” She screeched.

“This you stupid bitch, this is what is wrong with me” she held up Kane’s phone on the altered image of her. All eyes turned away from the phone when they recognized Luna’s face.

“What, can’t you take a joke?” Justine sassed her.

“Joke? Is this a joke as well?” She showed her the next image and the smug look on Justine’s face fell as she stood staring at it.

“Wh-where di-did you get that?” She shrieked.

“Did you forget who you were fucking with? Took me two seconds to strip the image down to get the real one. Still think it’s funny. Personally I think it’s fucking disgusting, but lets see what your friends think” Dax barked at her,

“You can’t show people that” Justine was horrified,

“Says I can ping the image, what does that mean? Let’s press it and find out” Dax pressed the confirm button, and phones started going off all over the bar. “Oh, that’s what it does”

“Why?” Justine cried.

“I’m just returning the favour. I didn’t like it when I found images of me out there. Didn’t matter that they were fake. But buck up sweetie, at least your’s is authentic” Dax replied

“You stupid bitch” Justine lunged at her and grabbing the first thing she could find smacked her as hard as she could across the face, Justine’s motionless body fell to the ground at her feet.

“Who’s stupid now?” Dax put the napkin dispenser back on the table. Turning her attention to the three guys standing by the wall. “Is that her purse?” They all nodded.

“So much for her incentive, she should have just opened with the napkin dispenser. Save my ears from that voice” Carter said Damon could just nod. That was impressive.

She dumped the contents on the table. She found a business card for SHANE KRAGMUAWIT PHOTOGRAPHY in Garrison. She pulled out Justine’s phone and opened it looking through her contacts DJLOVIT stood out to her, where did she hear that name before, she wrote the number and the name on the back of the business card. She pulled up her text messages, shut that down quickly. Eww! Shaking her head. Opening her contacts back up she called DJ.

“Hey sugar lips, the next batch of photos won’t be ready until next week” she hung up immediately.

She’s heard that voice before, where has she heard that voice before? The phone rang, she looked at Damon who nodded his head.

“Hello?” She picked up the phone.

“Who’s this? Where’s Justine?” The familiar voice on the other end asked,

“She can’t come to the phone, she’s got her tongue down some rando’s throat” Dax replied,

“Fucking slut!” Ooo he sounds angry!

“Do you want me to give her a message?” Dax asked, trying to sound like a total airhead.

“You sound hot!” The voice replied, Dax shuddered at the sound she heard in his voice

“Awww you’re so sweet, what’s your name?” Dax giggled scrunching her face, her skin was crawling.

“Shane”

“Shane? That sounds sooo familiar!”

“Does it now?”

“Hey are you that photographer friend Justine is always going on about?” Damon‘s face perked at that.

“Yeah I guess that would be me” he replied,

“You’re in Garrison right?”

“Yeah” Though he answered, the tone in his voice was starting to get concerned.

“That’s so funny, cause I’m gonna be in Garrison on Tuesday, and maybe I could come by or whatever”

“You sound fun and as much as I would love to be the reason you….came….I won’t be there on Tuesday” she shuddered at what he said and her pancakes were threatening a comeback as she clutched her stomach, swallowing the bile that rose in her throat she carried on with the conversation.

“Aw boo, well that’s no fun, maybe next time. I have to go now, bye”

“Wait, what’s your name sexy” Shane asked,

“Georgie” and she hung up the phone, Carter was laughing.

“Fucking gross, I feel dirty” she shuddered again.

“But you got a name right?” Damon asked,

“Yes I did” she walked away from the back corner. As they passed the bar she threw Justine’s phone in the sink full of water.

Leaving the bar she thanked Jack again and they sat in the truck. Dax was in the driver’s seat, spinning the business card over and over between her fingers and the thumb of her left hand.

“What’s the matter Luna?” Carter asked,

“I know that name,” she said,

“The name on the card?” Damon asked,

“No, DJLOVIT. I know that name, I know I know that name, I just don’t remember from where. I recognized the voice too” she bit her lip trying to think.

“Are we heading back to the house?” Carter asked, she was quiet for a moment. The pictures, the name, the voice. She’s seen pictures like that before as well. The pictures, the name, the voice.

“Luna?” Carter was getting concerned.

“Hey feisty pants,” Damon called her.

“What?” Dax blinked a few times before she looked at them.

“Are we heading back to the house?” Damon asked.

“No, go big or go home boys. I’m already in shit, so might as well go bigger. We’re going to the warehouse” she said, buckling her belt. They followed suit and Damon held on this time. She pulled out of the parking lot, tires squealing and rubber burning, those same words running on repeat in her mind, as she sped towards the warehouse.