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.

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