The Son of Red Fang by Diana Sockriter novel Chapter 219

The Son of Red Fang

Chapter 219

I look up again into alpha’s eyes. I linger there a moment really studying him.

“I’m sorry about last night.”

I finally whisper. He shakes his head as he reaches slowly towards me.

“I know your head is sore, I’m not going to hurt you.”

He whispers as he touches the side of my head. I can’t keep myself from closing my eyes and turning away from his touch.

“You have nothing to apologize for.”

“Yes I do alpha. I don’t force the pups to do anything. Last night, we forced Madilyn to accept my help. Her age and fear made it so there was no other way

“Is that what you tell yourself when you force yourself on to the pups? That you’re helping them.”

“That’s enough Lucas.” Alpha growls at his son but it doesn’t make a difference.

“No dad! Enough is enough. Why are you pussyfooting around with him? You should have gotten rid of him like you did that idiot, Dallas and his friends. He’s the same damn thing. He’s a violent, unpredictable, rapist getting his kicks off of little girls.”

“Enough!” I finally force myself to stand up to him.

“How dare you judge me before you know me.”

I’m breathing hard as my anxiety spikes. I don’t ever fight back but this prick is really getting under my skin with his inability to let the pedophile rumor

1. go.

“Would you like to know what kind of wolf Dallas is? He has raped every she–wolf he has ever dated, with and without my father’s permission.

He has three pups that he’s abandoned as well as one on the way. All of them created through rape. All of them abandoned before they were ever born. And those are the ones lucky enough to survive the pregnancy. I can’t begin to tell you how many of his pups were miscarried because he refused to stop raping the mother. How many women I saw left tied to their beds, battered and broken from him tying them up and raping them for days on end. It’s impossible to remember how many times I was forced to break into their room, forced to clean up his mess. You have no idea what it’s like to take a blanket and cover their shaking body with it. To climb into their bed and hold them because they are so terrified that they resort to hurting themselves trying to get loose from the restraints that bind them.

Have you ever received the news that a she–wolf you helped get to the hospital committed suicide after she miscarried her pup? I have. Goddess I can’t begin to tell you how many times I’ve seen that happen. I have seen first hand what happens to she–wolves when they are forcibly raped. I have seen first hand what happens when pups are molested and raped by their male pack members. By the very wolves that are supposed to protect them from the rogues and marauders that are out to do the very same thing. But I’m the fucking rapist. I’m the fucking pedophile. I’m the problem that everyone wants to get rid of. That no one wants to give a chance to.

You beat the shit out of me based on what a rapist said or was it because I stumbled upon your dirty little secret. That you hope to silence me from speaking out by emphasizing what others have accused me of. Hypocrisy doesn’t last long within a pack Lucas. How long do you think she’ll keep quiet before she has to tell her friends that she’s fucking the alpha’s son? That she lost her virginity to you. How many pre–shifts have you fucked around with, Lucas? How many have lost their virginity to you? How many times have you forgotten the condom putting them in danger of getting pregnant?”

Lucas has gone pale and silent with my rant, everyone has, but for the first time in a long time I can’t reign in my frustration. I just can’t bring myself to stop even though I know I’ll pay dearly later.

“How dare you. How dare you judge me, beat the shit out of me when you’re doing the very thing I am accused of. You don’t h about me when you’re the one having unprotected sex with ten to twelve year old girls.”

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