The King's Rogue

Ch 4 Ratted out

Michael's dad went off, sputtering and fuming about Brother wanting to put his son in danger again when they just got him back safe. Brother said nothing. Michael was moving uneasily on his bed, finally putting the bed between him and his dad.

I could smell the emotions in Michael. It was easy with the way his dad was yelling to compare his dad with our old alpha. That must really freak Michael out. I reached out a hand, lightly holding onto Michael's ankle, offering what support I could.

I almost jumped when I heard the voice that came over Brother's phone. "Yeah, Brother, what's up?"

Michael's father shut up when the guy spoke. I recognized the voice as Lone Wolf's human alpha friend that I had briefly met once. The guy was built like Lone Wolf, a muscled-up body builder. Plus the guy reeked of power and authority.

"Hey Mac, I'm here with Michael's father. He wants assurances about security when we meet up with..."

"What's he want, a damn tank? We got enough guys on the ground, plus a sniper, and a knife guy who'll be up closer. Plus, that bastard ain't getting through me, not after what happened to my bro.."

"I'm sure Michael also has a few concerns," Brother interrupted.

"What concerns?" the big guy on the other end demanded. "Ain't nothing more ever gonna happen to not one of those damn kids," the big man vowed.

"There seems to be a rumor," Brother said hesitantly. There was silence on the other end for a moment.

"What did that damn she-wolf write about this time? I swear I'm gonna rub my knuckles raw giving that sister of yours noogies for some of that stuff she writes. You gotta talk to her, Brother."

It was weird hearing that big guy, who I had almost mistaken for the Alpha King himself the first time I saw him, whine and needle Brother about this adopted sister of his. I put my free hand over my mouth to stop from chuckling out loud. I must not have been successful because Michael kicked me a little. I stroked his calf, suddenly hungry to stroke more of him. I knew now, at least, that what I was feeling was an alpha's desire to cover his pack members with his scent.

Brother did laugh, I hoped at his friend and not Michael and I. I felt a bit of fear suddenly, knowing it was probably already too late. Brother had to know I was here. I pulled a few pieces of clothing that I'd been using as a pillow closer to me, draping them over my body to block my scent. Maybe it wasn't too late. Brother wasn't letting on if he did know, though.

"Mac, the rumor was not spread by Sister!"

"Well good then. Don't tell her I suspected her."

"Never," Brother replied, "I'll let you tell her." Brother overrode the big man's sputterings the way he had overridden Michael's father earlier.

"Someone said you were going to kill one of the boys who escaped for his part in Michael's... kidnapping." Brother said, with so much humor in his voice, it almost sounded like he was pranking his friend.

"That little wuss!"

"Mac," Brother said warningly.

"I ain't gonna kill no kid, especially with all the extenuating circumstances around this case. I might scare the shit out of him, the little shit deserves that much. But you know me Brother, ain't no way I'd hurt a damn hair on that brat's head. Not that that overgrown punk don't probably need someone to spank his damn ass."

"Thank-you Mac, I think that covers everything for now. I'll text you in the morning."

"All right, Brother. I swear I'm gonna put my fist next that damn wuss's head, the stupid shit..." Mac's voice trailed off as he hung up.