The never ending kind

28- Babysitting the Babysitter

Leaning back, I scrubbed a hand over my face. The twins had seriously pissed me off when Reinen let his twin feed me a fricking bottle while he recorded it. The little shit and his crossdressing brother knew I wasn't into that kind of thing, yet still did it. All Reinen said was  that he lost a bet with Razel, which was to assist and record his stupid kink with me as the victim. Get a real kid if you want to baby someone!

I had no problem with Razel's quirks and random crossdressing. In fact, he was popular with everyone in either form, except for when he was pranking them. With the guys, he was always offered a spot in whatever sports they were doing, and with the girls, they always welcomed his fashion expertise. What I wasn't okay with was waking from a nap with a bottle forced down my throat and a phone recording the whole event.

And yet, here I was with twins that only seemed to do things that would piss me off and break some of the agreements made after the long ass conversation and haggling regarding the mile long list of rules and regulations.

Well, guess they were regretting it a little when forced to clean the bathrooms and fix up the stockroom. Both were always in need of a sprucing with all the materials always being swapped out and the loads of people always using the restrooms when they weren't peeing on shit outside.

Since they were indisposed and written at the top of my 'list', there was a very short list of places I could go with my limited access, increasing boredom, and requirement of having at least one person present in the same room as me.

Out of boredom, I had begun sitting in on the training sessions wolves went through in shifting and learning how best to fight in both forms and a slew of weapons. Sadly, even though it was only slightly better than paint drying at this point, it was still a distraction that was over for the day. I would be in the library if it weren't so unpopular with the excellent weather and the beginning of their favorite hunting season.

And there was no way in hell I was going to sit in Mr. Alpha's man cave while he fielded calls and did paperwork as different emotions roiled from him. It really wasn't copacetic to my disposition and not a good place for comfortably reading even with the nice furniture and quiet.

I would be near the kitchen if the lady there wasn't also still on my 'list' and I wasn't being slowly worn down with the boring shakes as my body weight and immunities increased when all I wanted to do was eat a freaking tub of cookie dough and anything else I was banned from still.

So, I was really low on options at this point- that is, until I got a surprise visit from Alpha Darien. Color me surprised that I actually remembered his real name and had recently started actually using it rather than all the other, more interesting names I had previously been using instead.

He surprised me, causing me to jump in my chair when his voice sounded out behind me, "From what I've heard, Drey, you've been almost climbing the walls- literally scratching at the walls, too, from what I've heard-"

"That was one time, and because a really creepy bug was trying to lay eggs in my ear!"

"It was a moth," His smirk made me want to slap it right off his face.

"Fuck that 'moth' shit. It had freaking tentacle appendage- thingies growing out of it," I growled back. "And, might I add, it touched me. It was gonna slink it's baby-maker into my ear, lay its devil spawn and laugh as its babies ate my brain out!"

His eyebrow rose at my very specific series of possible future events had I not clawed the fucker into oblivion, "You're right about the smallest bit of whatever weird fantasy-"

"Nightmare! It was a nightmare!" Personally, I was surprised that he wasn't clenching his fists at being cut off twice now.

"-fine, nightmare, you so helpfully spoke of. In ridiculous detail, at that," Mr. Almighty Alpha slowly inferred. "Those tentacles you spoke of are used to attract its mate. It was a Lovecraftian moth, creepy as hell, I agree, but harmless all the same."

I crossed my arms, pouting at his crap explanation, "Don't care. It entered my kill zone, so it had to go."

"Along was a good chunk of the wall," He rolled his eyes infuriatingly. "And then, you refused to touch it or clean the gunk up from said moth execution."

"It was gookie and there were pieces of its vicera scattered about. You're lucky I didn't make a bigger mess by blowing chunks onto it too."

"Okay, that aside, I think its about time we allow you to have a job to earn some money to get yourself some stuff you want- not need-, incorporate yourself into the pack more, and pay for the damn wall we had to fix."

I cynically looked up at him, "...What do you have in mind?"

"Well, I'm thinking of placing you in two jobs, actually," He thoughtfully rubbed his chin, worrying me. "Considering your previous job, I thought working in the pack clinic as a nurse assistant would be a good fit."

I sighed, until the next sentence told me I had celebrated prematurely, "But, the other job in major need right now with the holidays, hunting and overtime everyone's been doing is babysitting the kits."

I grimaced at the last few experiences with the, 'play with me' miniature ankle-biting spawns, "Surely, good sir, you jest."

"Only about this much," He put his thumb and forefinger close together in a playful manner he had been taking recently. It still shocked me when he did creepy stuff like that, "and, for the most part, you'd really only be babysitting the actual babysitter."

"Come again now?"

"One of the punishments for the more... Rambunctious and authority poking, rule-breaking teens is babysitting duty. The only problem is that, while it's a good punishment, several of the parents think that it's not safe enough for the wee kits."

"And that's where I come in."

"And that's where you come in," He agreed. "You don't have to do much aside from boss around the troublemaker, make sure they do their job and don't sneak off, and make sure the youngest kits are watched more carefully."

"That seems closer to torture than punishment."

From behind his back, he pulled out the holy grail of objects for me, "Is this good enough incentive?"

My smile was wide enough to make my cheeks hurt, "That- that will do."

Ipad and Netflix, here I come!