Chapter 397
(Cole’s POV)
It takes some time for me to relent to alpha’s request but it makes sense to talk, as much as I don’t want to. I take a seat at the end of the table, Jessa is on my right and alpha on my left. I’ve been in a bad place all morning and I have no idea how to clear my head as I know escaping Red Fang with my life is going to be a complex undertaking.
“I know this is going to scare you but it’s the only way out.”
Is the first thing that registers in my head. Alpha started talking almost as soon as I sat down but his words are lost in the jungle of my thoughts and fears. He places his hand on mine causing me to wince, whine and pull away from his touch.
“I’m sorry.”
I whisper as it’s a mental battle to get my body to stop overreacting to every touch I receive.
“You’re having a hard time focusing.”
Alpha comments gently as he starts a light rub on my hand.
“I’m sorry. I keep going over different options for getting back here but the only one that would
work now is to straight up run.”
I finally admit my greatest fear.
“I know and you seem very fearful of doing exactly that.”
I nod my head as I force myself to focus on the topic.
“Why are you so afraid of running?”
Jessa’s sweet voice reaches my ears.
“My father has been telling me since I was sixteen that if I ever ran that he’d pursue rape charges
against me.”
“Isn’t that what he’s doing with the council now?” Jessa asks.
“I’m not certain.” I admit with a sigh.
“I know it’s hard to go back to last month when you got trapped in that link with him but what
exactly did he tell you?”
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Chapter 397
“He reminded me of what he had told me. That if the council came poking around there again I wouldn’t be allowed to leave the territory anymore. That he’d remove me from the prospect program. What he didn’t tell me was that he had started researching how to make me a feral after the second time they came. He wasn’t ready to start the process when they came after my run at Red Moon. I guess that’s why he let me come on this run.”
I try to answer his question without choking on the words.
“What do you understand, outside of what I explained last month, about being labeled a feral?” Alpha asks me gently.
“Not much, sir. Just that it’s a death sentence if I leave my territory after the council labels me as
such.
“As an alpha male, being labeled a feral….”
He pauses in the middle of the sentence giving me the sense that he really doesn’t want to tell me what it ultimately means.
“If you don’t get out before the council labels you a feral, then your father could kill you, very
similar to what you survived in January, without repercussions.”
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