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The Son of Red Fang by Diana Sockriter novel Chapter 290

Chapter 290

I open my eyes to find myself staring into his dark chocolate brown eyes. He’s squatting next to the bed with my hands in his, rubbing them fightly with his thumbs.

I think you’re a lot sicker than either of us realize. It’s very important that I help you downstairs. Once there I can get the wheelchair from the wing and get you back to the room.

I nod slowly as I don’t feel that I’m in any position to refuse.

Let’s work on uncurling your legs so you can sit up.

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I feel his touch gentle on my knee, then on my ankle as he lifts my injured leg. Even though dad always grabbed my thighs to spread my legs before slamming his knee between them, something about the movement triggered the memory of the first time he tortured me in that way.

I pull away harshly, yelping in pain as my injury rubs roughly against the clothes I’m wearing and my other leg as I struggle to get away. Somehow i manage to not only sit myself up but I’m standing, my eyes are darting wildly around looking for the best escape from this threat. Suddenly I feel him on me again and it’s too late to react. He’s got me in a restraining hold that I can’t get out of. I’m standing chest to chest with him, with both his arms wrapped under my arms and across my back.

I’m struggling hard against his hold but I don’t feel good at all. My entire body hurts badly. I’m tired and the weakest I have ever felt as an adult. I actually feel like I’m fighting just to stand on my own two legs. I put my hands on alpha’s shoulders with the intention to push him away but end up grabbing hold of his shirt instead. I hear the door to the room open and close quietly but I really don’t have the energy to even look at who it is.

Everything okay dad? We heard screaming. Mom’s really upset now.

I imagine the girls are too.

Yes sir. Lynnie more than Maddie but we all heard it.

I discovered a bad trigger. I’m sorry Cole, with your current injuries to that area I should have anticipated a bad reaction.

A trigger, dad?

Not something to be explained right now but I could use your help getting him into a shirt and down the stairs now that he’s standing. We need to hurry. I don’t know how much longer he’s going to be able to support his own weight.

I can hear the alpha’s son walking quickly around the room. Now that I’ve calmed down a little, I’ve come to realize that I’m actually too weak to stand on my own and instead of fighting Alpha Black I simply lay my head against his chest.

I’m sorry alpha.

I whisper not even certain as to what I’m sorry for.

Lift your head Cole, so we can get this shirt on you.

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