All Chapters of The Son of Red Fang: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

(Demetri’s POV) I hang the phone up with a sigh, burying my face in my hands. This callback didn’t end the way I needed it to. The council is taking the case and looking into it, that’s perhaps the only good news I’ve received from it. Otherwise it feels like a huge mistake, one that’s ultimately going to let Cole down.Unlike protection from abuse orders this doesn’t lock him into my pack, preventing him from leaving or his father from coming and getting him. He remains just as vulnerable as if I did nothing at all. If I could just get him to talk to me, to tell me about the abuse he’s suffering. I know that it’s severe enough that getting into the depth of it would result in him needing a psychiatric hold in the hospital. Perhaps that’s why he refuses to talk. He did say that every time he talks he ends up in the hospital. I stand from my desk as I hear the thunder of running feet coming down the hall. I make my way to the door, slipping my feet into my shoes before swinging it op

“Please alpha, don’t do this. Please don’t hurt me this way.” “I’m not going to hurt you at all Cole. Step into me. Lay your head down. Let me hold you a minute as what you really need is a father right now.” My explanation falls upon deaf ears as he mildly tries to fight my desires for him. He seems incapable of accepting such a gentle and loving approach to his black out. As gentle as I’m certain Jon wishes to be towards Cole, he is stuck in a bad way with Cole being an alpha. Sure he’s been able to wear him down to submit him out but it still has to be a painful and terrifying way to come back to an equally as painful and terrifying reality. He keeps repeating himself as I pull him into me, gently rubbing his head until I can get him to move. Slowly he submits to my downward pressure but he doesn’t relax. It saddens me beyond description as I feel his body trembling against me, to hear the whine behind his whisper as he begs not to be harmed. I remain silent as I gently reassur

I close my eyes as silent tears fall. I will never admit to it but my father’s abuse has been getting worse over the last two years. Enough that I struggle every morning to get out of bed as I can’t help but wonder if that day is the day he’ll put an end to my misery. “I need you to connect with the bond. Let it relax you, calm you so that my read on you doesn’t hurt. You’ll feel me because of your sensory sensitivity but I really want to make this painless and I need you to relax for that.” I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. I can hear alpha in the background talking with Dr. Pierce. “Radiology wasn’t a strong subject for me in med school but considering he’s never had cracked ribs before it certainly does look like he has them now. Is that all he’s complaining about?” “He’s complaining about his wrist and ankle as well but Jessa didn’t get strong pain signals from those areas.” “She’s wrong dad. How many times have I got to tell you to stop relying on that bitch?” I

“Breath Cole. Accept the mate’s bond. What you’re feeling will help to calm and relax you.” Unfortunately, what I feel is unlike anything I’ve felt before making it uncomfortable and overwhelming. I finally let go of the breath I’m holding, attempting to get a basic rhythm back but this attempt only serves to make my ribs scream. I can’t help but whimper and squirm after taking my first full breath in a while. Major mistake, I tell myself. “His ribs are bothering him.” Jessa speaks quietly. “Are you able to read him as you are?” Alpha seems curious as to her abilities. “Not really. I can feel where he has pain but that’s about it. I think it’s only because of the bond that I’m able to feel that.” “Tell me what you can. It will give us a starting point until we can get more meaningful information from him.” “His face, neck, ribs and wrist on his left side and both of his hands.” “Cole, I’d like to get a soft cloth and start working on getting the blood off your face. Do you thin

“Is your computer password protected?” “No sir. You should be able to get right on it. Are you familiar with the Big Brother program?” “Yes sir. My father uses the same one.” “I’d like to view the sparring match between you and Lucas. Could you look for that first?” He remains silent with my request as he waits for the computer to come back from sleep mode. I keep my distance from them, standing in a spot behind my desk where I can observe without becoming overbearing. It doesn’t take him long to navigate the program and start loading today’s footage from the training facility. I creep closer to the computer as Cole fast forwards through most of the day, slowing down the pace as it approaches four o’clock. I grab a seat and place it right beside Cole as he starts rewinding. “What did you find?” I ask casually as he starts playing the video feed. “I pulled the timestamp of when he first entered the training annex. From here until I pull the next time stamp it’s going to copy the