Chapter 3 part 2
Meanwhile at the hospital!
After arriving at the ER, Finch asked to speak to Dr. Meg Tillman and was surprised at how quickly the doctor actually came. Taylor was wheeled back so fast that it left Joss's head spinning.
"I guess Finch and his Alpha were connected," Not that it mattered since it was in her son's favor. Joss starts pacing in the waiting room after giving Finch the hell that she couldn't give to his fucking arrogant ass Alpha John Reese. Just thinking of that asshole really pisses her the fuck off and makes her want to take her silver knife to his sorry ass.
Sighing she sits down as the events of the night finally catch up to her and her breath hitches as she's trying not to think of how tonight could have turned our far different with her son dead. Eyes blurry with tears she refuses to shed until after she has her son home safe and sound and she's alone to cry where no one can see; just like she always handled everything else in her life.
At this point she starts to feel the weight of bearing all the responsibility on her own, not that her mother wasn't a big help, but still it's instances such as these that make her wish that there was someone there to share in the fear and pain of her son nearly losing his life. But since that wasn't the case she has to deal with it and move on the best way she knows how - by her own damn self.
Taking a deep breath she wipes the tears away just as she sees in her peripheral vision Finch limp slowly towards her with a cup of what she can only assume is coffee. Turning to stand as he approaches she says, "Have you heard anything from your friend Dr. Tillman about my son?"
He pauses slightly which has Joss's cop radar going ballistic as she narrows her eyes getting ready to treat him like any suspect in her interrogation room, but she's interrupted as John, aka the Alpha, steps off the elevator with a woman in tow. The look of relief on Finch's face under normal circumstances would have her laughing gleefully but now is not the time for laughs. No the time for laughter passed when she had a fucking death match with a wolf trying to use her son as a fucking chew toy.
Shaking those thoughts off she watches John stroll down the hallway towards them and can't help but notice what a strikingly handsome man the sorry son of a bitch was and probably knew it too, the smug asshole. Almost as if he knew what she was thinking he shoots her a smirk and all she wants to do is shoot him right in his arrogant ass, but she has other things to take care of first. Namely getting some answers as to what the fuck was going on since Finch has been ducking and dodging her questions all evening.
John finally makes his way over to Finch and the detective and before he can ask any questions she starts grilling him like he's one of her fucking suspects in the interrogation room.
"So are you here to give me some answers as to why my son was attacked by one of your fucking wolves, finally," she spits out viciously without thought to how it might piss him off.
Under normal circumstances he'd admire it but tonight he wasn't really in the fucking mood to deal with her bullshit. He realizes that she's upset about her son and needs someone to blame but she still doesn't recognize the danger she and her son have been placed in with the death of the wolf.
So he snaps back without thinking of the consequences, "Would you just shut up a second and let me explain before you open your fucking mouth all the time?"
They say hindsight is 20/20 but at that moment he'd just been so fucking pissed off and frustrated with this woman that he's only known for a few hours and she's managed to push all his fucking buttons surprisingly fast. Beside him Shaw coughs to cover up her laughter as Finch just stands looking awkward and as if he'd rather be anywhere other than right there in that moment.
She blinks, tilting her head shoots him a smile and suddenly, before he could even react, her fist has connected with his jaw spinning him around right into Shaw's twinkling eyes and shit eating grin.
"Are you okay Alpha? Do you need some help with the human? I would have helped but I was under strict orders not to approach her without your permission," she says smiling her crazy ass smile she's known for.
Before he can respond Joss says, "So your punk ass has to get a woman to fight your battle? Hmm it seems the Alpha wolf is nothing but a pussy cat after all." She finishes tauntingly with the arrogance of someone who was more than willing to back her shit up. "And for the record you ever speak to me that way again you'll be wearing your balls as a necklace around your neck." She gives him a look that could kill a lesser man but since he's the mother fucking wolf it only makes him want to bring her down to her knees.
Breathing hard barely keeping his wolf in check, he has her pinned to the wall by her neck as she fights him tooth and nail but he has both of her wrists secure in his left hand behind her back and leans down whispering in a dangerously soft voice, "I would be very careful Detective. This pussy has very sharp claws and can draw blood so watch it. I don't put up with that disrespectful bullshit from my pack mates I sure as hell won't put up with it from a human," he says the last part with a sneer on his face.
Still not conceding to his will they're both interrupted by Shaw who says. "As much as Finch and I are enjoying this obvious display of foreplay you might want to take this someplace less…public."
He growls out her name. "Shaw," he snarls already having to deal with one smart mouth bitch he has zero tolerance or patience for another especially his beta. It's Finch who comes to his rescue from both these two crazy bitches.
"John I've arranged for Taylor to have a private room which is just down the hallway so maybe we could go there and talk about the situation," he says in an almost pleading voice, hoping to ease the rising tensions between his Alpha and the Detective.
Still breathing hard he leans down and says, "When I release you I wouldn't try taking a swing at me again or else you and I will tangle right here right now the consequences be damned. Once we reach the room you can take as many swings as you'd like but expect to be taken down to your knees like any other bitch that challenges me."
He says these words knowing that as soon as he lets her go she's going to try and take his head off, but at this point his anger is palpable. Releasing her with a smirk he dodges her fist and wraps his hand around her wrist that has the silver knife and bending her wrists forces her to drop it and picks her up throwing her over his shoulder despite her kicks and screams as he stalks off towards amid the looks and whispers. Reaching the room he practically kicks open the door and slams it just as quickly noticing the very nice room he tosses her ass onto the bed as she bounces and comes up swinging.
Deciding he's had enough he pins her to the bed practically snarling in her face he yells, "Stop fucking moving and be quiet for once in your stubborn ass life. First things first, you and your son are in serious danger and I have no time for this because the wolf you killed, his pack will demand vengeance. And as much of a badass you think you are, when it comes to this Alpha and his pack you and Taylor mean nothing to him, so please just listen. And second I hate to tell you this but since Taylor was bitten, the bite releases a hormone that transforms the person into a wolf," he says as she simply watches him; contemplating if she heard correctly.
"What the fuck! Tell me your sorry ass is playing a trick on me. Are you seriously telling me that my teenage son who was attacked tonight by one of your wolves is going to become one of you?" She's practically foaming at the mouth she's so livid.
"First off all those wolves were not from my pack as we would never attack a kid. Second I'm insulted that after helping you fight them you would even insinuate that I was anyhow related to them in any way shape or form," he finishes his statement as he releases her and takes a step back breathing hard trying to gather some semblance of control where this woman is concerned.
She makes him angry. She makes him furious. And most of all she makes him hard. Damn, he thinks, he doesn't need or have time for this human but both he and his wolf have sat up and definitely taken notice of her ass and what a beautiful ass it was indeed. Shaking those dangerous thoughts out of his head he takes a deep breath trying to calm down enough to work up a game plan.
"Look I'm sorry this happened to you but especially your son but it's done and we can't take it back; but we can make sure he's prepared for his life as a wolf," he says hoping for once this pain in the ass woman listens and doesn't fight him. He watches as she takes a breath and turns her back to him trying to gather her composure as the reality of the situation finally hits her. He takes a step towards her wanting to console her but once he becomes aware of what he's doing he stops and takes a step back, trying to get control of his wolf.
She turns, eyes red and blinking back the tears she refuses to show in front of them. "What do I tell my son? Huh? He's supposed to be worried about being in trouble for breaking curfew, having a crush on a girl, and other things teenage boys at the cusp of manhood are worried about. Not about turning into a fucking animal. And to top it off you're telling me some criminal wolves are coming after him. Well, all I have to say is if you or any fucking flea bitten dog comes after me or my son I will skin your asses alive," she replies with a fire arouses him and his wolf even further.
And fuck him if she didn't bring out every protective instinct towards her and her cub. His eyes flash and a growl rumbles involuntarily out of his chest at the thought of her or Taylor in danger. "Shit," he thinks. "This wasn't supposed to happen again with a human and not another child." Shaking his head he yells, "Fuck!"
"Fuck what?" she says eyes narrowed watching him almost lose control as his eyes flash and nostrils flare.
"Fuck anyone that lays another hand on your kid and you for that matter. As of right now you're under the protection of me and my pack. Before you give me any shit, to hell with your pride and independence or is that more important to you than your son's safety?'
"Fuck you, she screams stalking up to him poking him in the chest. "I have been taking care of my son since my ex-husband walked away all by myself and he's been the most important thing in my life so don't you ever fucking say that anything is more important than him. Just because I'm not dropping and kissing your fucking paws doesn't mean shit. I plan to find out everything I can about you and this other fucking dog," she spits out viciously as she continues, "that's coming after me and my son. So what can you tell me about this other pack? Who's the Alpha? What does he do? Is he a criminal?"
Snapping her fingers in his face, being deliberately rude and bitchy she says, "Okay come on I don't have all day or night especially if there's a threat towards me and my son."
Dropping his head taking a deep breath he prays for patience and since he's never been a saint he knows that's a wasted prayer. Reaching for her, he grabs her arm, shoving her against the nearest wall, trapping both her wrists in his hand behind her back, He leans down and says deadly soft in a voice that would have most wolves quaking but all she does is raise an eyebrow. "I'm sorry were you under the illusion that you're in control because you can bet that sexy ass of yours that you are most assuredly are not. Not…with…me. Never with an Alpha like me will you ever be in control." Before either of them could continue the door opens as Taylor is wheeled into the private room half asleep followed by Shaw who's trying to get his attention. Stepping back from her he heads outside to the hallway with Shaw.
"What's up Shaw," he asks.
"Elias has arrived," she says.
"Well fuck, he replies. "I thought I'd have a little more time but oh well. Finch still here? I want him and one of the pack members sitting outside this door. I don't want the Detective or her son left alone. Understood? Good, then go greet Elias and I'll be there shortly."
Sighing he stalks back into Taylor's room and stops at the site that greets him, Joss laying on the bed next to her cub whispering words of comfort, soothing his fears. Something tangible curls up in his chest filling him with feelings of longing and a need so great just to be a part of that moment shared between mother and son. In that moment he could imagine being on the other side of Taylor offering comfort as both Alpha and father but that wasn't in the cards for him especially with a human with a son. He quietly turns around and leaves the room with his wolf howling in rage at being denied what he wanted. But he couldn't deal with that right now because he has Elias to deal with. And later, much later, he'll deal with all the other shit that was twisting and turning in his head.