All Chapters of The Son of Red Fang: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“Everything about Cole just feels wrong to me. I saw him struggling on the bus to interact with me. The obvious fear he had of having done something wrong when he addressed me as Alpha Black and I asked him not to. The anxiety he had when he thought you were going to send him home because you decided to treat him as an individual and separate him from his pack. The strangled yelp he had this morning when I touched him during the asthma attack. The way he weakly tried to get away from you when you got close enough to him to help. The way he screamed when you put your hand on the back of his neck and the way he begged you not to hurt him when you ordered him to submit. It’s wrong dad. You’ve beat my ass twice and forgave a third I more than deserved. You’ve grabbed me in a painfully hard submission hold when I’ve crossed line and wouldn’t back down but to fear calling you by the wrong name?” He’s shaking his head hard and I’m struggling with the pain I see Damian going through, trying

Saturday, January 20th(2 days before leaving Red Fang territory; Cole’s POV)(Content Warning)I enter the pack house, kicking off my shoes and putting them in the locking box I created several years ago when my shoes kept disappearing. I slip on my house slippers before entering the main living area. The twins, Taylor and Tyler, are loudly arguing over how to play GTA on the PlayStation. All prospects attending the next set of runs always move into the pack house a week before they are scheduled to leave so they can be taught the rules of the program. Normally that would mean seventy-five warriors from three packs, ours plus White Fang and White Moon, all take up residence in the pack house until the three buses going to three different packs show up around five Monday morning. This is the first time Crescent Moon has participated in the warrior program since dad completed the betrothal contract with Alpha Robert. To the best of my knowledge we now have 120 wolves attending this w

(Content Warning)I yelp loudly again as he strikes me for the first time. “Knock that noise off. You know the penalty for yelping. I don’t want to hear your pathetic cries.” “Dad please. Just let him hang like this for an hour. I’ll keep an eye on the door and release him after that time. I already slammed his head into the counter and we both kicked him in the gut. Isn’t that enough?”“You’re going soft on me Andre. Are you willing to stake your luna’s reputation on the word of a pedo?” “You said yourself that there’s no proof.” “It doesn’t matter Andre. He’s marking little girls. I gave him permission to rape the one girl he was dating when he was sixteen and ever since then I’ve got six year olds running around with his mark. I don’t need proof to tell me he’s raping them. If it makes you feel any better about his punishment, the father of two girls, twin sisters, came to me yesterday. They both had his mark on them. I assured him the pervert would be dealt with.”I’m whimperi

I take the hand he’s reached out to me. It takes a lot of effort but with a long groan from me, he pulls me into a sitting position. “Once you’re cleaned up, I need to go through your hair and find that laceration of yours. Once I find it I will need to cut the hair around it to get a good view. If it’s long but not too deep then I can use surgical glue to close it but I’d still encourage using the lidocaine shots to numb it as the glue burns when it’s first put on. It’s late but I don’t think Angela has gone to bed yet so I’m going to get her help with this. I think you’re a little too shaken up from that dream to try to handle everything on your own.” I nod my head slowly agreeing to the plan, standing shortly after he does. “It wasn’t a dream.” I whisper, instantly regretting my admittance. “It didn’t seem like it was. Do you want to talk about it?” I shake my head slowly waiting for him to start towards the door. “I don’t want to remember alpha. It hurts to remember.” I whis

He’s frozen in place, staring stiffly at the water. I stop beside him. Standing, waiting silently for him to react to my presence. I touch his hand gently as I slide my fingers into his palm, wrapping my hand around his, slowing his grasping tic. His only movement is a single shudder as he closes his eyes. “I can’t do it alpha. It’s going to hurt me.” The tremble in his voice is heartbreaking. No matter how I tried to convince him that it’s not going to hurt him, he’s still convinced that it is. “Step into the tub with me.” It hasn’t taken me long to figure out that my tone of voice is key to providing him a sense of calmness, and to my surprise, the ability to abide by most of my requests. He whines softly as I step into the tub and he remains frozen in place. I turn to face him, gently taking his other hand in mine. He steps back slightly until he feels my gentle resistance. He looks up to me slowly, apprehension in his eyes. “It doesn’t matter what you do, the water itself hur