The Little King

Chapter 6

Amy bounces in to the pack house loaded with shopping bags. In fact, there were so many bags that a team of shewolves had to rush to help the driver, who sighed with relief. The purchases were so violent that the young warrior was ready to cry.

- Hard day? - Kavin asks, laughing, placing his hand on the man's shoulder.

- You can't even imagine Beta. Amy seems so calm and sweet... until she walks into a mall, and turns feral, almost barbaric. We went to 3 malls and she still wasn't satisfied. I almost felt sorry for the shopkeepers, when they said they didn't have the size of the outfit she asked for. I swear there were times I thought she was going to shift.

Kavin bursts out laughing and saying:

- Ya, that's Amy. If I were you, I'd run and hide before she remembered another store.

From inside the pack house, Ama's voice could be heard, shouting orders. The poor warrior bulges out his eyes in fright, looks at Kevin, and runs to the van. Without wasting time, he drove off, leaving Kevin in tears from laughing so much. Shaking his head he walked into the kitchen. He needed a coffee.

When Ryan returns to the room, he finds it full of bags and shewolfs. He looks at Eddy questioningly, and Eddy shrugs. Eddy really was a man of few words.

- Ryan, sweetie, I'm glad you're back, - Amy squeals, running to him and ruffling him by the arm. – I need you to try all of this to see if I got the size right. What doesn't fit or you dislike, has to be exchanged. - she continues, excited.

Ryan looked around at the smiling shewolves and the dozens of bags strewn everywhere.

- Try what, ma'm?

- Call me Amy, darling. - she said - The new clothes I bought you, of course. you need to try them all – she lets go of Ryan's arm and grabs a bag, taking several pieces of clothing out. – Here, try these first.

Amy forces the clothes into Ryan's arms, making him almost drop them. Ryan looks at all the shewolves embarrassed.

- Come on Ryan, don't be shy. We are all wolves, nudity is in our nature.

When Ryan blushes, Amy sighs and sends the other women out. They go, but under protest. Then he sends Ryan to change clothes in the bathroom.

Ryan complains, but she pushes him and closes the bathroom door.

It took Ryan 5 minutes to undress and slip into his new pants and sweatsheet. When Amy sees him, she squeals and claps her hands, making Ryan cringe.

- Perfect, I see that I got your size right. Now put this shirt on.

Ryan has once again been shoved into the bathroom and comes back clumsily pushing buttons. He had never worn a shirt before and he was feeling strange. Amy helped him, and spinned him like a top, in admiration.

- I'm very good at guessing people's sizes. - she said - There's no point trying anything else now. I'll let you see everything I bought calmly. What you don't like, you can tell me. And no, the shirt will not be returned. You need shirts to wear with the suit I bought you. You can't always wear practical clothes.

- It's all too much, ma'am.

- Amy!

- This is all too much, Amy. I won't be able to take all this with me when I leave. It's an unnecessary expense - Ryan says apprehensively. - And where am I going to wear a suit?

- What are you talking about, Dear?

- This is not my pack, Amy. I don't even have a pack. When the Alpha decides I have to go away, I will go away.

- Go away where? - Asks Kevin from the entrance of the door.

- Kevin, darling – says Amy – your guest thinks Dylan will run him out of the pack.

- It's the logical thing to do, right? - Ryan asked.

- My baby brother would have to deal with me if he tried it. — Amy scoffed, squeezing Ryan's cheeks – you're too sweet to live alone in the forest.

Ryan groans in pain. Kevin laughs.

- Ryan, looks like you were adopted – he laughs – welcome to the family.

Passing his mother's arm through his, Kevin says:

- Camo on, let's go and let Ryan enjoy all his gifts.

Amy puts her hand on her son's chest, smiles and they both leave the room, leaving Ryan alone.

“Adopted,” he thinks. Could he let his guard down?

- what's going on here? – screened the irritated alpha to the group of shewolves that were in a ruckus, near the stairs.

All the shewolves show their necks in reference.

When Dylon looks at who is coming down the stairs he says:

- It can only be your fault, Amy.

Amy scoff.

- They just want to know if Ryan likes the new outfits I got for him.

- yes – they all say in unison – Ryan is so cute, everything must look fine in him.

- Ladies, you all know that Ryan is a minor, right? And I'm not sure that your mates will find your excitement about Ryan funny.

- Really Dylan? I don't know how Luna puts up with your bad mood. – says Amy – Ryan is a cute pup, and we just want to make him happy.

- All of you, get out of here. There's nothing for you all to do? – Dylan screamed to the shewolves.

They run away, tail between their legs.

Amy smirks

- You too, woman. Get that smirk off your face and go do something useful.

Kevin grunts, not liking the tone the alpha uses to talk to his mother.

Dylan looks at Kevin:

- Kevin, you don't grunt at me. I'm your Alpha and your uncle. You're still at a good age to be spanked.

From the top of the stairs, a sweet voice echoes:

- I thought the spanking thing was our thing.

Six eyes met Luna's sweet gaze.

Kavin and his mother showed their necks in reverence as Dylan blushed to the ears.

- Thanks Luna - Kevin says, backing toward the door.

- Thanks for what, Beta Kevin?

- For letting us see Alfa's red face. Yes, it was the vision of the year.

Kavin runs and chuckles, before the jar the alpha grabbed almost hits his back. The two women laugh.

Dylan sighs.

- Looks like I have to set up a meeting to decide Ryan's future. Do you even know if he wants to join the pack? - Dylan asks his older sister.