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WHO’S THE BOSS?
AUTHOR’S NOTE/DISCLAIMER
Got inspired by the third chapter in Zephrbabe’s Darcy’s Double D Drabbles which featured Darcy and Brock as werewolves and came up with this. All familiar characters belong to Stan Lee and Marvel comics.
Footsteps resounded as boots paced furiously on the floor. Brock wasn’t sure what problem Dr. Foster’s assistant had with him and his team, but he was over it. He wasn’t really pleased with the way she had spoken to him. He may just be a Beta Wolf but that didn’t mean that she could speak to him like he was just a common pup. He was a damn S.T.R.I.K.E. Commander and he deserved some respect. Why was it so hard for her to get that? Forget it. Just get the lay of the land, come up with a good security plan and keep them safe, he thought to himself. He just had to focus on that and get Foster’s assistant out of his head. He didn’t need to get distracted. Hell, he couldn’t afford it. But he could admit---to himself at least---that her dislike of him bothered him, especially since there was just something about her that called to him. But what was he going to do about it? He had to do something.
“Must you be so loud?” Hearing the voice come out of nowhere, Brock jumped, his hand reaching towards his stun baton, even as he turned around.
“Damn it, Doc. You scared the crap out of me,” he scolded. How did I not hear her? he wondered. There was no way he wouldn’t have been able to hear her.
“We need to talk,” the woman told him brusquely and before the S.T.R.I.K.E. Commander could get his bearings, the woman had grabbed his arm and was dragging him away, pushing him into an unused conference room, causing him to stumble before catching himself on one of the tables.
“What the fuck? You can’t just manhandle---”
“Shut up.” Brock’s eyes widened when he saw Darcy’s light blue eyes briefly shine a brilliant gold. Alpha. She was an alpha. Almost immediately, he whined and ducked his head in submission. He had been rude to an Alpha and had tried assert dominance over them. No wonder she was pissed at him. “You’re rude and arrogant, but jeez-Louise, you’re hot,” she stated, grabbing his chin and gently but firmly lifting it up. Then, she kissed him and Brock moaned, reciprocating the kiss, letting his hands roam, going lower and lower, causing Darcy to moan as he squeezed her thighs. Holy shit, he feels good, she thought to herself. Wait. Focus. She needed to focus and make sure that he knew his place.
“M’sorry, Alpha. I didn’t realize. You’re right. I should’ve used my nose,” he murmured, a keen creeping into his voice. At this, Darcy began trailing kisses over his face.
“You’re forgiven, Beta,” she told him. “But I will not tolerate further disrespect,” she added, placed bruising kisses on his neck before scraping her teeth on the crook of his neck and then sinking her fangs into the marks. At this, the Beta Wolf’s knees buckled and he let out a keen as the Alpha caught him. “Consider this your one and only warning.” With that, she walked out and Brock let out a shaky sigh as his fingers went to the blood that had started to drip. Yeah, he had really screwed up. He was just lucky that the punishment hadn’t been more severe. He wasn’t sure what it’d take, but he was determined to make it up to her. He just needed to figure out how…