The Beast's Possession

**Bane

pov**

"I can answer that one for you," the king mouthed.

I shook my head and reached my hand for the phone, but seeing how stupidly exhausted I was after the quick walk around the house and down the stairs, the fucker grinned and accepted the call only to press the phone to his ear. Rolling my eyes at him, I let out a weak grunt, suddenly feeling like I was so tired, I could fall asleep here, right in front of him.

"Well, hello there, Beta Zion. I'm so happy to hear from you. Is there a reason why you are calling me on this beautiful day? Good news, perhaps?" The king spoke in a high pitched tone, clearly to keep me awake and annoy me at the same time.

I grunted again, hating the fact that he didn't have enough decency to at least put the call on the speaker so I could hear what Zion had to say.

"He is here, but how do I put it in.. Well, your Alpha is still recovering and being the stubborn asshole he is, he decided to use up all of the energy reserves he built up and walk to me, not ask for me. So, as a result, right now, he's barely awake on the recliner, quite visibly fighting the urge to pass the fuck out," the king laughed.

Now, he was really mocking me. This was so stupidly, bloody unfair. All I wanted was to get some rest, maybe just close my eyes for a couple of seconds and he took all of it to his advantage.

In general, he was painting a picture of an awfully wounded animal, barely staying alive while I was all but that. I was still the Alpha, the man so many feared, just a little sleepy, that was all.

"Oh, I might do that, but first, you need to tell everything to me. Let's say I will act like a filter in this situation and decide if Bane can hear you out. Don't get me wrong, I am not trying to build a wall between you two or ruin the friendship, it's quite the opposite. What I am trying to do here is to ensure your Alpha recovers and returns home in full strength, capable to lead his pack and fight for his people, if needed. We don't need unnecessary casualties, do we?" He grinned at me.

Great, judging by the grin on his lips, it seemed that the king was giving me a lecture of how to act and react to things rather than explaining the situation to Zion.

Sometimes, even when they had my best interest at heart, I really hated how my friends were.

"I have a shit taste in friends, that's a fact," I grumbled loud enough for him to hear.

My statement made him laugh. "Oh, Bane over here just told me that he has what he calls a shit taste in friends," the king repeated my words to Zion and I could barely hear it, but I heard my Beta laugh at that too.

I wondered if any of them realized that they were kind of proving my point here. What friend was laughing at someone in their time of need? And I was in need. A bad one. In need of my Luna and home.

"Now that we have gotten over the explanations and established that Bane can still act like a dick, even as weak as he is, how about we get to the point? Tell me, what is the reason for this call?"

I tried my best to listen in but it seemed like my stupid supernatural hearing wasn't working when I needed it the most. Heightened senses my ass, they didn't work for shit anymore.

"Oh, well that's a plot twist. Does Bane know?" The king asked, catching my attention.

Somehow, I managed to sit up a little straighter and pay more attention to the phone call. I wanted to be a part of it, but of course, both of my friends had built an alliance against me so I didn't believe my involvement would happen anytime

soon.

"He doesn't? How? That doesn't sound right to me," the king grumbled, suddenly pinning me down with his gaze as if I committed a crime or something.

Why was I guilty of something I didn't know about? What was this nightmare?

"Oh, so it's a secret? Well, I suppose the cat is out of the bag now, so we can't call it a secret anymore. Anyway, what are you planning? How is this whole thing going to go down?"

Another pause, longer one this time. The king was paying full attention to everything Zion said, following every word and nodding in between. When it looked like Zion had finished explaining everything, a smile appeared on the king's lips, slowly stretching wider and wider, nearly reaching his ears.

"I think it's an amazing idea. I will tell him everything myself, if that's okay with you. But first, I need to get his sleepy ass back to the room and bed before he passes out in the office," he added and chuckled.

I had enough strength to roll my eyes at the annoying fucker, so I did. As soon as he noticed, the all-mighty king flipped me off and winked. "Yes, Beta Zion, I understand. Thank you for the heads up, I will give you a call in a few hours, but I believe this is something we could pull off. We have plenty of time and he's already recovering faster than anyone I've known to experience familiar issues."

After a brief pause he chuckled. "Yes, I will let him know. I'll talk to you later, Beta. Have a good day."

As the call ended, the king didn't offer me any explanations or information. Instead, he placed his phone on the desk, screen down, and walked around it to step in front of me.

"Is there anything you would like to tell me?" I muttered and instantly yawned, hating how weak and useless I was feeling.

"Nope," he clicked his tongue and bent down to lift me from the recliner. In true moron's fashion, he threw me over his shoulder and started walking towards the door. Then, just to add more hurt to the misery, he slapped my ass and added, "I will tell you everything once you're in your little bed, under some nice, warm blanket. First, I'll read you a bedtime story and then, I will tuck you in and share the conversation I had with your Beta." "You're fucking mad," I hissed.

"And you love me for it." The king instantly replied and laughed so loud, the sound echoed against the walls.

I bit my tongue and remained silent, knowing how he was and how easy it would be for him to come up with quick answers to every word I would say.

As he carried me up the stairs, I almost passed out. I literally felt like a child that was being carried around and lulled into sleep.

Then, just as promised, once he carried me to the room, the king laid me on the bed and tucked me in. "You're a mad bastard, you know that right?"

"Oh, well, yes of course. You're not the first one to tell me,” he grinned and pulled a chair closer to my bed to sit down.

I half expected him to actually go through with his threats about the bedtime story, but instead, he just sat there, watching me.

With every blink of my eyes, I grew more tired and it was becoming increasingly harder for me to fight the tiredness. At that point, I finally realized that this was what he was planning all along. To wait until I was too tired to move and then drop the bomb.

"Your Luna's birthday is in seven days. If you behave and stay in bed to heal, I will let you leave this pack. If not, I will have no other choice but to take you to the castle and lock you up until you get better. Think about this, my friend. As bad as this sounds, don't forget that I truly worry about your health and well being."