The Son of Red Fang by Diana Sockriter novel Chapter 273

Lucas is getting heated and so is alpha. As the two of them argue Madisyn keeps going, laughing and giggling as the tips her their to the best i it back down on the floor. I’m watching her, timing her. I push my chair away from the table as alpha and his son’s argument fares to the detr young pup. I hyperfocus on her activity as everyone seems to be concentrating on what Lucas has to say. The argument it switching rapolly betas Luna, and occasionally, even Alpha Damian is getting into the mix. The only thing I recognize easily through the haze is my name, it seems to be gal thrown around quite a bit.

While Madilyn is responding to the argument with submission, Madisyn is the exact opposite. It seems to be ramping her up causing her to become even –– more careless with her actions at the table. My muscles are screaming from the tension within them.

I push my chair away from the table an inch or two every time it appears that she’s going to fall. I have learned from other packs that I am not the boss of any member of the pack I am visiting. I have met some harsh penalties just for speaking with the pups of the upper ringsmen, so I remain quiet.

I’ll hold my tongue but I won’t let a pup get hurt. I watch as she finally makes the detrimental mistake that sends her chair crashing to the floor. She shrieks in surprise as she realizes she’s falling but doesn’t know the benefits of me being at the table.

I jump from my chair and in seconds my arm is wrapped around her, her head less than an inch from hitting the edge of the table. The room has gone eerily quiet after the loud crashing of the chair on the hardwood floors. I step carefully away from the table as I adjust and lower Madisyn to her feet on the floor

“Madisyn Paige Black!” Alpha bellows with a growl.

She immediately backs into my legs, pressing her tiny back into my thighs when she can’t go any farther. I instinctively place my hand flat upon her chest, holding her protectively against me.

“Come here!” He growls. “How many times have I told you to sit down and behave at the table?”

He growls again as she pushes even harder against me. I take a step back, away from alpha, taking her with me.

“It’s time you learned a hard lesson about behaving at the table. I’m tired of your persistent acting out.”

He stands from his seat, his hand snaking its way to his waist. His words and actions hit me hard, reminding me of the pup I failed. I step back again. It doesn’t matter that we just met, she’s far safer with me than with him.

Perhaps my thoughts of him being different are wrong. Even though he appears to have a very loving relationship with his family, I’m now questioning Madilyn’s more submissive behavior. Could she have been the scapegoat and now that she’s submissive it’s Madisyn’s turn or is Madisyn simply more resilient?

I take several more steps backwards. My eyes are darting everywhere, taking everything in. Every second he delays coming after us is a second I gain on planning my escape with his daughter tucked under my arm.

He steps sideways from in front of his chair before turning and taking a few more so he’s behind mine. My eyes are drawn to his hands as he actively unbuckles his belt and starts drawing it out of his pants.

“Come here!” He states again.

Without a thought I respond. “No!”

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