Back in his room Dale sat on his bed, his hands covering his face.
What the fuck?
He knew Kirk wouldn't lie. He would change into some loathsome snarling creature, his features, as ugly as fuck. Like the one he saw in his nightmare. Why him? Why did he always get the shit end of the stick? His tears fell, and he didn't try to stop them.
This was fucked up.
He didn't want to hurt anyone. He had to listen to Kirk. If he didn’t want to become a menace to society, he needed to go—let Juke help him tame his wolf. In the same way Kirk said Paul could. Then they could come back home, and pretend things were the same as before. Only they weren't the same, and never would be.
He was a fucking werewolf.
Realization hurt like a mother. He had to find out how this thing worked. If he had this right...Juke was his alpha and husband. So it was up to Juke to explain things to him, make him understand. At the moment, he was doing a damn shitty job of it.
Kirk who wasn't a werewolf, knew more about it than he did. When was Juke planning to start his training? When he was fangs deep in some innocent victim’s throat?
Instead of pounding his ass all night long, he should have been telling him what to expect. How to prepare for the worst. Juke wasn't even the one to ink him—that had been Paul. Juke had been asleep. While he wriggled around in pain on the living room floor. It was Paul who found him. Paul who eased his pain. Juke hadn't given a fuck.
He apologised for not inking him himself. But now Dale thought about it. It wasn't good enough. As his alpha and protector Juke should have known what would happen. Planned for it, and taught him, what the fuck it was he needed to learn.
Dale stood and begun to blindly throw things into the suitcase Kirk had given him. Huffing and cussing Juke for being a useless piece of shit. The minute he saw him, he’d tell him to kiss his ass neatly, the prick. He’d go with him to Greenland. He’d every intention of making his life a living hell. If he wanted him to behave, he'd better step up to the plate, and be a better fucking teacher.
By the time Juke and Paul arrived, Dale had worked himself up into a frenzy. When the buzzer rang out, Dale picked up his bag, and shouted to Kirk he'd get it. He threw open the door, and tossed his bag in Juke's face.
"Here take this, dickhead." The suitcase bounced off Juke's chest and he caught it before it hit the ground. Juke turned his puzzled expression to Paul, his brow creased with confusion.
"What did I do?" Juke quizzed Paul, who hunched his shoulders and stared at Dale wide-eyed.
Dale narrowed his gaze at Juke, and snarled. "It's not what you’ve done, it’s what you didn't do, you prick." He swung the door in their faces. Paul stuck a hand out and stopped the door from slamming shut.
"Hey, what gives?" Kirk demanded, as Dale pushed past him, and he marched into his room slamming the door.
"What's wrong with him? What did you do to him?" Juke asked Kirk his tone accusatory.
Kirk curled his neck in, wide-eyed. "I didn't do anything to him. It's not me he's pissed at." He stepped aside so the two could enter.
"You've mated, could you not read his thoughts?" Paul turned to Juke.
"All I could pick up was mostly—fuck, shit, jerk off, and die. His thoughts are a jumbled mess of curse words. Aimed at me, for no good reason." Juke said, stepping into the house. Paul followed.
"Well you must have done something to upset him," Paul said.
"To be fair Paul hon, it doesn't take much to upset Dale, he's prissy like that. But from what I heard on the way to you guys, it’s not what you did. To quote my sensitive friend, it's what you didn't do that's got his panties all knotted up."
"Perhaps I should go speak to him," Juke said, looking from Kirk to Paul.
"Well, that's the only way you’re going to find out what's up with him."
Juke entered Dale's bedroom without knocking. Dale was putting away the clothes he’d laid out, but wouldn't be taking. He glanced over his shoulder at Juke. "I shut that door for a reason. What do you want? I'm busy."
"I've come to see why you’re all fired up." Juke stuck his hands in his pockets and leaned on the doorframe, his gaze scanning Dale’s face.
"Why don't you just read my mind? Isn’t that one of your special little parlor tricks?" Dale turned his back to him, and resumed putting his stuff away.
"I could, if it was your wolf that needed attention, but it’s your human side. The words are rushing by so fast, I can only make out a few."
"Here let me slow it down for you. How about now?" Dale stopped what he was doing, and stared at Juke.
"Why do you call me cocksucker?" Juke raised his eyebrows. "What have I done to upset you?"
"Nothing, that’s the problem. You've done nothing since the day I met you. Do you think it's fair that Kirk knows more about being a werewolf than I do? I'm the one who’s going to turn into this fang toting demon from hell. So why don't I know anything? Answer me that. Maybe I should have mated with Paul. He makes a much better alpha than you anyway. At least he knows how to talk to people. He's not an uncaring, unfeeling, arrogant asshole like you." As he ranted on, he’d turned his back on Juke. So he was surprised when Juke spun his body around, and he was standing staring at, what could only be describe as a fire breathing dragon. Only it wasn’t a dragon. It was Juke, his face as red as a sun dried tomato, foaming at the mouth. His eyes, a few shades darker than his face.
Dale's wolf retreated to his balls, as they pebbled at the sight of Juke's terrifying glare. Dale swallowed whatever he was about to say next. Fear gripped his heart and an icy chill filled his veins.
"Shut the fuck up. You know nothing, because you didn't want to know anything. You were working from a position of denial, even after I showed you what would happen. Even after we fucked. I read your thoughts, your wolf was satisfied. But you wanted proof. I'm an alpha. I don't have to prove anything to you. And as my mate, your trust in my decisions should be unquestioning. So don't you dare lay your fucked up insecurities at my door. As for Paul, I’ll deal with him later. Did you really think you could hide what he showed Kirk from me? Everything you know, I will know eventually."
Dale had lost the use of his legs. Juke held him up. "Because you are my mate and you know no better, I will let this indiscretion on your part go. But if you ever speak to me like that again...I may not be allowed to hurt you physically, but I will see to it you're punished in other ways, a lot more distressing for you, than if I were to hit you. Now hurry the fuck up. We leave in twenty minutes."
Juke let Dale go, so he'd fall onto the bed and not hurt himself on the way down. It was only then that Dale realized his feet were not on the ground. Although he should have known, as they’d been eye to eye.
Dale gasped, as he heard Juke's thoughts for the first time.
“Why did my mate have to be a little bitch boy?” Which only made him feel worse. Dale fetched himself a fresh pair of pants.
He’d pissed the pair he had on.