All Chapters of The Return to Crimson Dawn: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“A choice in what?” I whisper, uncertain what to do with this new information. “I’ve sent Jessa with my delta, Anthony, to retrieve you from White Ridge. I spoke with Dr. Boyter and he felt that as long as you take it easy and report when your migraines start and stop, he has no issues with releasing you from Ridge General. They will come to the hospital in the morning. Jessa brought some of your clothes with her so she can help you get dressed and they will be staying until you are released. You will stay the night with Jessa at the Ridgeline Grand Hotel before making the trip back to Crimson Dawn.” “Why are you saying I don’t have a choice when I want to return?” “I’m glad you feel that way as it will make getting you out of the hospital easier with your cooperation.” “Alpha?” I speak nervously. “It’s okay to speak your mind, Cole?” “I want to come back to you but your plan. Something feels very wrong with your plan. Why can’t Alpha Moore take me to the hotel? I can’t explain

(Cole’s POV)I whimper softly as the harsh pain of my injuries is the only thing that tells me I’m even alive. I start moving cautiously, slowly trying to acclimate myself to my surroundings. My eyes are swollen shut and my jaw is wired shut for the fourth time in my life. Genius, I’m blind and mute. My whimpers increase as I feel the weight of a cast that covers my arm from the palm of my hand and up over my left elbow. My right arm is a little better but not by much. A shorter plastic brace covers that arm, falling just below my elbow. “Easy, Cole.” A slightly recognizable voice speaks to me but I’m unable to place who it is. “You are significantly injured. You had a hard three day fight in the hospital before we could safely move you to my house. Alex and I didn’t know if you would make it this time.” I take a deep breath as the oxygen cannula under my nose tickles me. The regret is instant as the ribs on my left side scream in pain. My yelps are cut short by the fact I can’t

“I explained that my knowledge is minimal at best. I’ve had no relationship, no personal interaction with you since being promoted to lead doctor of the medical wing, but that didn’t prevent me from noticing the different, painfully different life you lived considering you’re the alpha’s son. The first time I met you was when Rebecca claimed that you raped her until she was pregnant. I think you were seventeen or eighteen. I had only started in that position about a year before. I noticed immediately when speaking to her that she was fabricating the story. It made me wonder about her motive behind reporting you. Of course there was no mistaking what was happening in Alpha's office. Everyday you were dragged to his office protesting your innocence. It only took me three days to figure out the timing and I started listening by the door. When he gave me access to big brother he wanted me to participate in the investigation involving the assaults and rapes of other pack members. He fel

“He stumbled upon several male prospects kidnapping and assaulting a female prospect who was in heat. He tracked them down to some cabins that were created when the pack was at war with rogues who were testing the validity of the pack’s strength. Cameras are not in all the cabins but the one they used happened to have one. Alpha Black used the footage to figure out who the kidnappers were and which one struck Cole. I think he said it appeared to be a baseball bat. Everyone except Cole, my mate and I got sent home about two weeks later.” “So the run was completely canceled? For what?” “All hell broke loose. Even though Cole’s intervention in the cabin allowed the girl to get away, after they broke his arm, two of the three kidnappers chased after her. Three or four different males went crazy from the smell of her in heat and they all attacked and actually raped her. Cole intervened again which resulted in a brawl involving half the prospects that were still there. Alpha Black put eve

“Take my hand, bud. We’re going in the other room for a little talk.” I’m surprised when he doesn’t fight my request. He places his hand in mine but the resistance that comes from him not moving stops me from moving forward. “Daddy, it hurts. It hurts and I’m scared. He’s going to do it again until I learn how to lie. Until I tell him what he wants the council to hear.” His tears are silent as they roll down his cheeks. I sigh hard as hearing that he’s hurting bad enough to not want to move is disturbing to say the least. I crouch down in front of him, using my thumbs to wipe his tears. I can’t begin to describe the depths to which my heart has dropped hearing my little boy’s cry for help. “I need to see. I need you to pull down your pants.” He shakes his head side to side as his tears continue to fall. “Please, daddy. It hurts.” He whispers. “May I pick you up?” He looks at me uncertain and confused. “I know. I’m sorry. Normally I just pick you up but if you’re hurting badly