The Son of Red Fang by Diana Sockriter novel Chapter 271

Chapter 271

I’m shaking my head again, ashamed of admitting to another weakness but there’s been too many times that I’ve been inpored and while Linton ream I’ve been sickened by eating the food left outside my door. It’s only been over the last five years that the girls I help have started halelng po

Whenever they come but discover that I’ve been besten senseless they provide for me as much as I provide for them. They bring me find and water, medication and daily essentials from the store room when I run out. They help me with my laundry and disposal of my garbage. In return I give them a bufe haven, an escape from the rape and abuse that is all to prevalent within the walls of the Red Fang territory. I have developed a symbiotic relationship that never thought could exist with these littles, something I have a hard time breaking away from. We depend upon each other.

1 draw a sharp breath in, letting it go so slowly. It’s as if I’m holding it as alpha drags his finger through the hair on top of my head.

“Breath Cole. How often you hold your breath is quite worrisome.”

1 remain silent as I grab a hold of the mattress beneath me squeezing it in my hands as the persistent burn sifting at the base of my neck flares into an aff encompassing fire raging through my entire body.

These flares have been occurring all day despite my insistence to Dr. Pierce that I haven’t had any more. They come in waves. I’ll get three to four of them over an hour before I get a two hour break. This is the fourth one this hour so hopefully I won’t experience any more during dinner, alerting alpha to my lies.

I let out a yelp of surprise when alpha pulls me towards him. I’ve learned quickly how to breathe through this new pain. It’s still a lot harder to deal with than the sharp or stinging pain that comes from my cuts and bruises or the dull ache that comes from having broken bones but I’m still managing

“You’re in a flare, aren’t you?” Alpha whispers.

“He hasn’t complained of having any more of them. Though, thinking about it, he hasn’t complained about the side effects of the binder and steroids he’s receiving either.” Dr. Pierce informs him.

“Are both high enough to cause them?”

“Considering the sensitivity to medication that we’ve seen, yes. I would expect him to be experiencing several significant side effects as I’ve upped the steroid to 500 milligrams every six hours and the binder is up to fifty percent, also given every six but I’ve staggered them so he receives them two hours apart on the feeder. He’s also receiving one milligram of Valium and 800 milligrams of ibuprofen every eight hours. Fifteen milligrams of hydrocodone and 650 milligrams of tylenol given every four.”

I remain silent during their conversation, concentrating solely upon my breathing until it slowly dies away. Even with my eyes closed I feel alpha straightening my shirt. I lift my arm and slide it through the sleeve as he holds it straight.

“Thank you.” I barely whisper but I know he hears me.

“Are you certain you want to come out?”

I nod my head as he steps away from me, reaching his hands out to help me up. I timidly put my hands in his and pull myself up, barely managing to stifle my desire to cry out. He stands still and silent as I adjust to being on my feet, waiting patiently for me to let go of him and start towards the door.

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