The Son of Red Fang by Diana Sockriter novel Chapter 229

The Son of Red Fang

Chapter 229

“I told you last night that I don’t handle lidocaine shots well. The burn is a reminder.”

“A reminder

what?” I ask as I start running my fingertips along his temple.

His eyes are closed as he moves his left arm blindly, not knowing what to do with it.

“Put your hand on my side. Grab hold of my shirt.”

“Please alpha.”

He barely speaks as he settles his hand against my side.

“You did wonderfully downstairs last night. Don’t psych yourself out of getting relief that you need.”

“This is different alpha. I swear to you. It’s a deep burn and I can’t handle anything on top of it.”

“Are you certain you don’t want to try?”

“Please alpha. All it’s going to do is trigger the memory of this and so much more. I barely held on last night. I can’t handle round two. Not all the way around my leg.”

I sigh but there’s something about what he’s saying that I ultimately understand.

“Angela, what can you do to get him comfortable for the night without the shots?”

“That’s the best thing I have, Demetri. I thought you came in to help him get through them.”

“I did but he knows the level of pain he’s already in. He knows how the local anesthetic feels.”

“Wimp.” Lucas scoffs.

I can feel his body jerk to the sounds of Angela putting everything she was going to use for the anesthesia back in the metal bin. As much as I wanted to address Lucas’s comment I turn my attention back to Cole.

“I know you’re going to yelp if I touch you so I need you to stifle that. I don’t want you to wake Madilyn. I’m not going to hurt you. Squeeze my shirt.”

I say everything quietly as I place my hand on the back of his head. His body goes rigid at my touch, his breathing becomes short pants as he holds his breath.

“What a fucking baby. Can’t even handle hearing the shit getting put away.”

“Lucas” I growl as Cole cowers into the bed.

“I’m sorry alpha. I’m sorry I’m weak. I can’t do this.”

He struggles against my hold, separating himself from me and similar to what he did last night, quickly brings his hand from his side to his face. The difference this time is I see his mouth open as he tries to dive for his hand.

Fortunately, I’m not the only one seeing this behavior resulting in three of us grabbing his arm and pinning him down. our sudden actions preventing him from what he seeks.

nes hard, nearly yelping at

“What the hell, dad? He was getting ready to give us a nice little show. One that would send his ass back to where he came from.”

Our growls resonate through the small room. Even Lilly and Angela’s growls are deep and guttural causing Cole to yelp and fight our hold on him.

“Lucas,” I growl, tired of the callousness I’m hearing from my own son. “At this point you will remain silent or you will incur the original punishment I wanted to implement before your mom mentioned Cole’s request. You will remain in this room until I explain what your options are for the behavior you’ve

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