Chapter 344
The desperation in his voice floors me. Good thing I was already seated as I certainly wasn’t expecting such confusing response. I stand from my chair and make my way over to him.
He’s stopped his pacing in front of the large window on the back wall of my office. He adjusts the Minds so he can look outside towards the dense forest that surrounds my territory.
This land has been in the pack’s possession for centuries and I have kept with previous generations way of keeping as much forest between the border and living area as possible.
His deep, predictable breathing alerts me to his anxiety. His clenched fists, to his anger. As I get closer his scent is marred by the bitterness of fear.
“Cole?”
I speak softly so as not to startle the young man as I get closer to him. I stop and flick on my phone, silently turning on the recording app and sliding it back into my pocket.
“I need your help understanding what that means. Are you referring to the rumors that you’re a pedophile and a rapist?”
It’s not a surprise when he nods his head yes.
“They are more than just rumors, alpha.”
“I guess I’m confused then. I believe you said that they were unsubstantiated, that they couldn’t be proven.”
“That won’t keep him from trying.” He sighs sadly.
“Talk to me. Please. I’m begging you, please talk to me.”
I’m within inches of being able to reach out and take his hand in mine. He turns to face me but his gaze is back to my feet.
“Please, don’t make me regret this like every other pack has.” He whispers.
“It’s okay to talk to me.” I reassure him.
“The allegations against me, what is happening to the girls I mark, the reason I need to mark them and my knowledge of the security program are all connected.”
“Sit with me. Tell me what’s going on. The most important thing I need to understand is why you won’t stay.”
“I can’t access mine or my father’s/computer’s from here.”
“Why do you need access to either?”
“The files I have saved to my computer. They are the only way to prove my innocence.”
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Chapter 344.
I’m shaking my head hard trying to comprehend what he’s saying.
“I’m sorry, Cole. I feel like I’m asking the wrong questions because every time your answer I just end up with mor questions. Why did you feel the need to gather evidence from the security program? How is that evidence related to the rumors? To the children? Is your father blackmailing you?“.
He’s staring at me hard. He’s obviously overwhelmed by my many questions.
“It would be easiest on me if you try to organize your questions and ask them one at a time. It’s also easier for me to talk while I’m working but I can’t continue any further until you create an additional password.”
He explains his needs slowly as if he’s testing my receptivity to his suggestions.
I nod my head as I slowly turn back to my computer. I start back over and sit down in my chair. The screen displays information that I’ve never seen before with a prompt asking me to set up a password for encryption
activation.
I scroll one down on a post–it following the directions on the screen before typing it into the box. I grab the post- it as I stand and stuff it into my pocket. I’ll record the password into my phone later.
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