Becoming the Luna

Chapter 314

Dream is distracted for the most part of the morning, Kieran had come not long after stopping over at the clinic first and he had been waiting for news on Dale, although Shana had reassured him that the Alpha would be just fine, he couldn't help but worry.

He didn't want to go down to the clinic again, knowing how easily news related to the Alphas spread, very easily exaggerated too, not to mention the bruises on his face which were now concealed.

He also had to take care of the calls coming in seeing as Kieran and Dale were not in at the moment, he wondered why Kieran wasn't coming up yet but he didn't want to call.

After pacing the length of his office for the umpteenth time, there's a knock on his door.

He whirls around in record time, an expectant look on his face. "Come in." He invites, breathing a sigh of relief when he sees that it's Kieran.

He falls quiet at the sight of the Head Beta, this was going to be a little difficult to explain but first...

"How is he?" He asks, worry lines etching his face.

Kieran keeps a poker face, he had his suit jacket off and thrown over his shoulder so he goes around to Dream's desk and settles on it, throwing the jacket over an arm.

"First of all." Kieran begins gravely, eyes dark. "I didn't sign up for any of this and secondly." He levels Dream a stern gaze. "You should have hit him a third time."

Dream's eyes widens, a relieved chuckle escaping him. "Why? He's okay though, right?"

"Yeah." Kieran replies succinctly. "Okay enough to try to run away."

"W-what?" Dream splutters, stunned. "Why?"

"He woke up and decided that he was all better, tried to get up and leave, and nearly passed out again." Kieran starts to explain, taking out a cigarette. "Shana prescribed mandatory bedrest at least until her witch girlfriend came but Dale still tried to sneak out again, so she knocked him out."

Dream was gaping at the end of his tale. "Please tell me that she knocked him out with some drug and not with something to the head again."

Kieran shrugs. "Either would have worked perfectly."

Dream glares at him something fierce and he sighs, preparing to light up. "Okay, fine, she gave him a shot."

"Thank goodness." Dream sighs, reaching out to snatch the cigarette from between Kieran's lips. "It's too goddamned early for this."

Kieran looks exasperated but says nothing, he couldn't smoke the day before either because Bryan kept guilt tripping him into stopping, this is a part he's not liking one bit, can't a Werewolf smoke in peace for fuck's sake?

"Tell me about it." He rolls his eyes, returning his lighter to his pocket, referring to the situation of the Alpha and the secretary. "Now, mind telling me what the fuck happened?"

Dream takes a deep breath, this part is inevitable, it was best to get it over with so people didn't go around making assumptions.

"...and I wacked him over the head again only this time it was all his fault, he seemed fine for a couple minutes then he blacked out." Dream explains with vigour, at first when he began to explain, he had thought that he would be mortified but no, he's just a little upset and worried.

Kieran makes no facial reaction although he's just about to break out into loud laughter. "Sure, now that that's all cleared up, I should get to work, I'll have to cover in for him anyway." He gets to his feet. "He'll definitely be released in no time, try to keep pans out of your conversations in the future." He tags on, praising himself for managing to say it with a straight face. "I don't think the Pack will appreciate their Alpha being rushed to the clinic so often."

Dream rubs the back of his neck self consciously. "Will do, thank you for coming when I called."

Kieran shrugs, lithely sliding up from his chair and picking up his jacket in smooth motions. "It's my job."

Dream distractedly watches him leave, settling down on his seat to get to work, he had a feeling he knew why Dale was impatient to leave the clinic, too bad the Alpha hadn't suffered memory loss because their conversation was one he didn't want to continue.

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The day drags on slowly, as much as Dream could wait to see Dale, he also wanted to see him immediately, it wasn't to make sure the Alpha was okay because Kieran went down to the clinic ever so often and after Mae had healed him, he had fallen fast asleep.

So why was he so restless and distracted? Maybe he's just nervous

A knock raps on the doors and without glancing up from the files he was working on, he invites the person in.

"Hi honey, miss me?" Dale strides in, looking good as new like he hadn't been rushed out of the floor passed out in his pajamas and sporting a couple head bumps.

Dream picks up a book and throws in Dale's general direction without looking up, he didn't want to give away how red his cheeks had gotten.

"Don't call me that."

Dale easily sidesteps the flailing book, his smile wide. "Good to see you did miss me."

"Maybe I should have hit you harder or not, you seem bonkers enough." Dream looks up at this point, after getting his emotions under control. "How do you feel?" He asks in worry, his sharp eyes studying Dale who had cleaned up and was now dressed in a casual shirt and ripped jeans.

"Like claiming what you owe me." Dale smirks, eyes bright.

Dream's eyes narrow at this, when Dale got like this, it was rarely ever good news. "And what is that?" He asks curiously.

"A date!" He announces grandly.

Dream just blinks up at him, wondering maybe he shouldn't have hit the Alpha so hard because what??