The never ending kind

11- Sit

Remember those smarter floating brain cells? So, as luck would have it, my smarter floating brain cells were right in thinking that I wouldn't get far. While I was no longer stuck in the room, there was this force making it harder and harder for me to run. And the stress in turn was also making it hard to control my, uh, bodily urges. No, I didn't have to pee, but I wanted to-to change. Uh, get growly, I guess. But no, I'm not okay with that, because I'm going back home. I'm going to control this 'urge' and keep it from ever happening again.

Now, if only my legs stopped acting like weights were clinging to them, "Move, damn you, move."

I glanced up from my legs, halting at the large wolves and mix of people blocking my way, "Were you just talking to your legs?"

"No, I was lecturing them. There's a difference."

The guy stepped forward, arms crossed over a bare chest. His basketball shorts were loose about his waist, low enough to show off his vee, "Uh huh. Okay, then."

"Yep, so if you guys to mind parting the sea so I can just leave?"

"Yeah, no," The guy smirked while the others chuckled and the wolves either reposed or plain left. That wasn't emasculating at all. Really, it wasn't.

"Why not? Shouldn't I be allowed to  frolic through the woodland and maybe watch you guys maul a few bambi's from a safe distance?"

"Sure, if it were okay with the alpha, but he told us that you are supposed to be in your room still. Props for getting out of that one, by the way. Not props for not doing as your alpha said, though," His eyes flashed a brighter green as he stepped closer. "Well, you're a cute little thing, aren'tcha."

"How about no?" I glared up at him. Damn, everyone not a wolf had at least an inch on me. I turned the wattage of my glare higher to make up the difference. "And he's not my alpha."

Growls in stereo erupted after my statement, and the force on me pretty much doubled, making it impossible to move any further forward and quite difficult to just stand there.

"Ah, you're feeling it. The force from disobeying and denying your alpha," The guy ran a hand through his curly black hair, every simple movement pissing me off.

"Shut. Up." My breathing had escalated from the stress, knees wanting to buckle.

"Stubborn too," He walked around me, and I could hardly turn my head to follow. "Adorable."

I felt him caress my ass, a loud growl emitting from my chest at the invasion. And nope, I figured I'd just go with it for now, since he had moved back from me after I had started growling. My lips also pulled back from my teeth as I seemed to crouch a bit, glaring up and growling all the while.

"Well, isn't that surprising. Adorable here wants to show us his pup-form," The other guys didn't seem as relaxed about it, the wolves left having stood once more.

"No," The words were more than half growled out, "I just want to leave."

"Kid, I'm really sorry, but you can't. It's not safe for you, us, or them," His arm swept outward, as though encompassing the rest of the world.

I growled louder, my muscles bunching-

"Sit!"

It was like a boulder hit me on the shoulders, my knees buckling as I fought the force trying to shove me down. I fell to my knees.

"Down!" The force was even heavier, causing me to curl forward. I turned my head just barely enough to see Alpha Darien, almost to us.

"Sit all the way DOWN!" I slid down to my hands and knees, my elbows soon hitting the ground as well, forcing me into a position similar to that of a dog's resting one. I glared at him, but the force made my growls hardly more than small rumbling grunts.

He bent down and placed his hand on my head, instantly causing me to become boneless, flopping onto the ground against my will. The damn prick patted my head, "That's a good boy."

He rose, taking a few steps over to the guys, the wolves dispersing immediately, "Serus, send one of your advanced apprentices to my office later. One that can handle... Hard cases."

"Yes, Alpha. I'll do a run through and send who passes with the highest marks."

The alpha merely nodded before walking back to me, his feet no more than a foot from my face. I heard Serus' voice, "Alpha, would you like some assistance with bringing him back?"

"No, I got it," He reached down and grabbed my upper arm. I was still like a Raggedy Ann Doll, unable to move my body. "What do you think- potato or bridal?"

I was slumped onto my knees, being held up only by the hand on my arm, as he lazily conversed with stupid-head, "I say go bridal, potato is annoying as they always seem to slap annoyingly into you."

He merely grunted, focusing on me once more before yanking me up higher, painfully using the same arm, before bending down and sweeping my legs up. He settled me, horribly, into a fricking princess bridal whatever you call it hold, my head leaning against his chest and everything. It was gag-worthy.

"Let go; set me down," I hissed through clenched teeth.

"Shut up." 

I gasped at the command, unable to say more even though his words weren't as forceful as those previous ones. My body was still under pressure... I pulled my thoughts from David Bowie, knowing I needed to focus on the problem at hand.

My nose itched. Damn. And it was because of my overgrown hair. Every breathe landed against his warm shirt, his heartbeat slow and constant against my ear. And the jerk, to top it off, smelled great, too. It was like like he rolled in freshly crushed pine and rosemary, giving a slightly sweet, clean smell. He also smelled like power. Like being next to him caused me to fall deeper under his cultist-like thumb.

I continued my internal grumbling until he tossed me onto the sofa, "You can move and sit on the sofa, but you are not to physically leave it; not even put your feet to the ground."

 I wanted to say, 'thank god,' but my mouth was still being his bitch, so I rubbed the itch from my face, scrubbed my hair back, and took on my best 'depressed teen the world is out to get me' slouch.

The damn man scoffed at me. Scoffed! Happily, I was able to wheeze out some small growls, his negative look making me want to preen, "You are nothing but trouble. Relax, and as your Alpha, follow my orders. They are not suggestions, and you have no choice in me being your alpha. We are now technically blood-related, and therefore, specifically under my supervision."

He walked around, talking at me as I tried not to listen, "You can't go out there now. It would be too dangerous for all of us if you did. You have only just shifted for the first time and have no control. In our culture, you're a pup. And pups need to be punished when bad, watched over and generally kept out of trouble. Since you seem to prevail in stubbornness and issues with authority, I have no recourse but to limit your privacy."

I perked up, not liking where this was going at all, "Yeah, when you're not stuck here with me, you'll be with something like a pup-sitter. And, since the guest room didn't suit your tastes before we found you somewhere more permanent, I'm going to have to find something else, preferably with no windows."

I let out a harsh breath since I couldn't laugh, smiling widely at the difficulties I had obviously put on him. Dick moves? Yeah? Then you'll just get some of my dick attitude.

Small thought. Should the 'pup-sitter' be a guy or girl? I'm wavering between the pros and cons of both.