The Son of Red Fang by Diana Sockriter novel Chapter 134

hapter 134

Wednesday, January 24th: Opin

(Cole’s POV)

I wake up screaming, thrashing and fighting. My body aches as if the beating had just happened hours ago not four days and I’m in an absolute patile arabi. I’m vaguely aware of my door opening quickly, slamming hard against the wall.

“Cole!”

I can hear my name being called but I’m lost and completely unnerved, struggling hard to come to my senses. It’s only as I feel the strong presence of the alpha over me and his voice, commanding my attention, that I finally start mentally grabbing hold of where I am.

I start concentrating on one sense at a time, allowing myself the time I need to slowly come back to reality. I stop screaming and still my body as alpha’s tightening hold makes it difficult to move. I concentrate on my breathing next as the slight wheeze I’ve developed makes it difficult to hear.

1 steady my breathing in an effort to take in the smell of the room and those who are in it. The bed is clean. Not a single other scent is on it telling me it’s a medical bed but the room itself doesn’t have the same scent. I take a moment to really think about where I have smelled something like this before and it slowly dawns on me that I’m in the medical room beside the alpha’s room. Just like every pack house has a medical wing they also have a medical room near the alpha for those who are injured but don’t need constant monitoring. I’ve never been in the medical room back home making it a lot easier to relax.

Alpha picks up on my slowly relaxing state immediately. He lowers his body even closer to mine, moving his arm even closer to my face.

“I can tell you’re trying to use scent to figure out where you are. Seek my scent Cole. I promise, you are safe here.”

His positioning is perfect as I’m suddenly overwhelmed by the strong unmistakable/scent of an alpha male. I jerk my head away from his arm, whining lightly as the back of my head is stopped by his other arm, as I adjust to what I smell. He’s clearly not my father but his scent has delicate and barely perceptible hints of emotions that I’ve never smelled on an alpha before.

“Is he okay, Demetri? He got quiet really quick.”

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“I think so. His breathing and heart rate are slowly returning to normal. We just need to give him some time to wake up. Whatever he was dreaming was very real to him. Cole, can you show me that you’re awake even if you don’t want to open your eyes yet?”

I start moving my arms to see if one is loose enough to allow me meaningful movement. To my surprise alpha adjusts his full body hold on me enough for me to roll towards my stomach and put my left hand on the bed.

I start sliding my hand blindly on the sheet, searching for alpha’s hand. It’s as I feel alpha’s body and this time his aura closing in on me again that I freeze my movements and weakly whimper as I try to curl into a ball. The only auras I have ever known have been dark, cold and painfully dominating. No matter the alpha, I have always struggled to breathe in their very presence when their aura is flaring.

“You seem to be afraid of me. It’s my aura, isn’t it?”

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