The Mighty She-wolf of King novel Chapter 3

"I'll fucking kill you, Ross. Take you and your stink bomb downstairs!" she yelled.

"I'm sorry!" Ross groaned. "I think it's stuck," he cried and he had a good reason to, once Blake got her hands on her brother he was dead.

"Fucking hell," she muttered marching down the hallway to the staircase. Once down the stair, she turned into the hallway leading to the kitchen and made a left turn to the small half bathroom.

Before entering the bathroom, the kitchen door swung open. Letting the smell of eggs and bacon fill the hallway. "Good morning, Blake. Would you like some breakfast?"

Blake glared at the man wearing her gray apron that says, 'What you See is What you Get, Now Eat!!!'

"Do you want to fuckin die today," she growled.

"No?" he said slowly trying not to look her in the eye.

"Then go take your ass back in the kitchen where it belongs and make me coffee. It better be done once I'm finished."

"Yes, ma'am," he whispered walking back into the kitchen.

Blake quickly disappeared into the bathroom and did her thing before she ended up making a mess all over the floor. She would have been even more pissed off and made Ross and her unwelcome guest clean it up for just breaking two of her rules.

Once Blake was finished in the bathroom. She came into the kitchen to find a fresh cup of coffee and a breakfast made-up of three sunny-side-up eggs, Italian sausages, and hash browns on the table.

Taking her seat at the table, she cupped her hands around her mug and breathed in the of her fresh roasted blend of coffee. With a hint of a smile on her face, she took a sip of her coffee in bliss.

"Is it good?"

"Perfect," Blake said in satisfaction.

"Then, is it good to talk now?" He asked taking a seat beside her at the table.

"If it wasn't," she replied, "Then why are you still talking?"

Bowing his head, Blake glared at her friend and now Alpha. Blake couldn't help but roll her eyes before taking another sip of her coffee.

Seth Kelly Jr. is a well-respected man within their pack. He's strong, smart, and completely wrapped around Blake's little fingers. Just the way she liked it. Nothing called you more of a badass than to have your Alpha treat you like you're the Queen of the castle.

"Speak," Blake commanded, setting her cup on the table.

Seth sprung up from his chair as if he was just woken up from the dead. "The Hunt is near and-"

"The answer is no," she quickly said staring into her mug. "I have no interest in games like The Hunt."

"Blake, The Hunt is not a game, it's a way of life. Our future."

"Being hunted by horny male wolves. Baring bastard pups. It's really not my cup of tea."

Seth glared at her, "You know well that not what The Hunt is about. What is wrong with you?" he hissed. Running his hands through his chestnut hair. Blake raised an eyebrow. "I don't understand you."

Seth smirked, "That's one thing that never changed. You're still a workaholic."

She smiled back.

"There is something else I wanted to tell you." Blake gave him her full attention. "The Alpha King will be here before nightfall. Make sure you're in the meeting hall before then."

"Do I have too?" she sighed.

"Yes, you skip everything else but that."

Sitting up straight, Blake looked almost surprised. "Are you saying I can skip The Hunt?"

"You know I can't force you too."

"Seth," she smiled, jumping out of her chair and wrapping her arms around his neck. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," she cheerfully laughed.

"Alright now. Stop before I change my mind," he laughed. "Besides, If you don't go to The Hunt, I still have a chance," he smirked looking like he was doing an evil laugh inside.

Rolling her eyes, "Sure."

"You know what," he huffed placing his hands on his hips, "just eat your breakfast."

"Okay mom," she laughed making Seth laugh too.