บททั้งหมดของ The Son of Red Fang: บทที่ 201 - บทที่ 210

I stand from my desk after a glance at the time on my laptop. Cole has been working on my computer for a good three hours and we’re quickly approaching dinner time. Despite the awkwardness of being around Lucas he has at least relented to sitting at the table with us during dinner. The girls keep him fairly entertained and often feed him from their plates while he’s there. He doesn’t often eat a plate of his own or talk unless he’s spoken too but it’s still progress. At least he’s not so isolated now. Something is weighing heavily on the young man’s mind. Has been for days and I’ve noticed tics that he’s never displayed before getting worse everyday this week. Letting him care for some of our youngest pack members for an hour in the care center allowed him to forget but it only lasted that one hour. He’s been eerily quiet since we left. Even though he’s maintaining a very calm and collected outward appearance, his persistent grasping tic and scanning eyes tell me a very different st

“You will stay exactly where you are, how you are. You will remain standing. You will not yelp, scream, cry or whimper. You will endure what you deserve in silence. Do you understand my expectations?” He nods his head as his tears drop to the floor. He has no idea how much this is hurting me but I couldn’t come up with any other way to help him with this. I slowly step into him. I can see his stress increase as I close in. I push his slumping body up so he stands straight before wrapping my arms around him. He yelps and screams at my contact, completely confused he pushes hard to get away. I quickly grab his falling pants just before I command his cooperation. “You will submit.” He yelps again as I place my other hand on the back of his neck. “You will silence yourself. The only thing you’re allowed is to grab a hold of anything you can and squeeze.” His hands immediately tighten around my shirt as his yelps quiet. I change the position of my hand from his neck to his head and s

“I told you not to contact the council!!!” He suddenly screams as he turns and runs towards me. “I told you what would happen if they went poking around my pack again!” He screams as he pounds his fists into my chest pad. “He’s removing me from the program! I will become a prisoner in my own territory as soon as you send me home!” He goes silent while he pants, breathless from his sudden attack on me. He pushes himself hard off of where he collapsed briefly against me. “I know about the buses coming for the free loaders. I know I’m one of them. I have never stayed longer than three months out of the territory.” He’s pacing between me and the edge of the mat, his hands in his hair though I can’t tell if he’s purposely causing himself pain or not. “I’m so confused. I don’t know what to do. As difficult as it is to be here, it’s nothing like being home and I’m not ready to leave.” As suddenly as his rage began, he stops. Collapsing to his knees, completely exhausted. “I’m tired

Friday, May 25th(Cole’s POV)It’s been a month since my epic meltdown over my father. Something about that day changed alpha, changed me. True to what Dr. Pierce described, I spent the majority of the first day sleeping. They did decrease the amount of sedative I received the next day but I still ended up napping for most of the day. Alpha insisted on me staying with him. He insisted that I take his bed when I became too sedated to function, yet strangely, I didn’t want to be alone. I found his couch to comfortably suit my needs and there were many times that I woke to a blanket covering me and a pillow under my head. As much as it hurt to believe that he was going to beat me just to prove to my dad that he was just as bad as him, he never did. Through the haze of confusion my brain registered that he was acting, playing the part my father expected of him to protect me. To chase him away. If this alpha was willing to do that for me while I was trapped and vulnerable, I’m certain he

“Yes. He needs them Cole.” “His mom is so worried about him getting them.” “I know. Most first time moms are.” We move easily together and without me having much thought, William is on the table striped down to his diaper. “Check her bag for a clean diaper and some wet wipes.” Jessa instructs as she picks him up and takes him to the scale. By the time I find the requested materials she’s bringing back a completely nude baby. I close my eyes and turn away. I’m completely useless when they are naked.“Cole.” I look at Jessa at the sound of my name. I look at the table in time to see her make two marks on the paper, one at his head and the other at his heel. She works methodically, checking everything about him before she starts pulling things from the cabinet. Two syringes along with bandages and wipes are added to the bin. Even though I would often receive only one shot it tended to be more painful than the broken bones it was meant to help heal. Instinctively I grab William off