The Son of Red Fang
<b>Chapter </b><b>168 </b>
“I’m scared, does that make me a baby?”
She whimpers and shifts ufortably in my hold as I move her gown up to her chest exposing her from the bottom of her ribs on down.
“No sweetpea, you’re not a baby. I’m scared too.”
“Why are you scared?”
“Because I only told your dad about protecting the girls, not about helping them. A lot of the fathers in my pack don’t want me to do what I’m doing with <b>you</b>.”
“Then why do you do it?”
She whines hard as another cramp irs up. I’ve be hyper focused on her making it easy to forget the other people in the room with me.
“I need you to take a big breath in. You need to push my hand out <b>as </b>far as you can, then let it out slowly so I can find the knot.”
She does exactly as I tell her, allowing me to find arge knot on her right side. I slowly press down on it causing her to stiffen and whimper in pain.
“Pant for me Lyn. Follow what I do.”
I start panting, giving her a rhythm to work with and slowing it down as I slowly release the pressure.
“I help the little girls no matter what punishment happens to me because no one deserves to suffer. <b>I </b>can’t stand seeing a little one in pain. Not being able to help them is worse than any punishment I’ve ever been given.”
I guide her through another cramp and she performs perfectly this time. She’s finally rxed with me and is struggling to stay awake.
“It’s okay to sleep, Madilyn.”
She yawns softly as I press down on another knot that she didn’t even notice.
“How do you know how to help?”
I sigh hard as I know this question has gotten their attention. If anything is going to get me out of a belting perhaps this might.
“It was an ident really.”
I can tell she wants to ask me questions but she’s so tired that she can’t form the words.
I take my hand from her belly and lower her gown back to her ankles before snuggling her tight against me. I’m pining badly for this little one to stay the night with me but I know that here it’s not possible. In the hopes of putting us both to sleep I make the decision that will ultimately make or break <b>me </b>with this alpha.
I’m starting to feel guilty. I’m not supposed to enjoy being with the alpha’s daughter. <b>Yet </b>I find myself not wanting to let her go.
<b>“</b>Cole, I’m going to take advantage of how rxed the two of you are to work on closing your head.”
I can feel Dr. Pierce’s gentle touch on the back of my head. A slight whine escapes as her fingers brush the nape of my.
<b>“</b>What’s wrong?”
Madilyn yawns as I massage another knot out of her abdomen.
“I don’t like my neck being touched.” <b>I </b>whisper.
“Why?” Madilyn’s sweet innocencepels me to answer her questions.
“Bad things happen when my neck gets touched.” I sigh.
“Oh, daddy rubs my neck and back all the time. It feels good.”
Iy my head down on the pillow as I feel Dr. Pierce on my head. I’m fighting my urge to fight and against my best judgment 1 duck <b>my </b><b>head </b><b>down </b>into Madilyn’s hair. I’m desperately trying to keep my sanity but stitches to my head have always been a nightmare for me.
<b>“</b>Cole, you were doing extremely well when you were in control. Now you’ve gotten very nervous again. What’s wrong<b>?</b><b>” </b>
“Wounds on <b>my </b>head and face don’t numb well and the pain from stitches tends to be the hardest to handle.”
<b>“</b>So it’s not just the lidocaine shots like you said earlier<b>.</b><b>” </b>
“Once <b>I </b>was numb, the abscess wasn’t bad. Even her finding and removing that needle from my neck wasn’t as <b>scary </b>as this.”
“I’ve done three rounds of lidocaine already but I can do a deeper fourth <b>if </b>you think it would help<b>.</b><b>” </b>
Dr. Pierce suggests. I can feel Madilyn shifting around in my arms but my mind <b>is </b>suddenly swarming with everything I’ve just done with the <b>alpha’s </b>daughter. I’m frozen in ce, unable toprehend anything going on.
“Go another round. I want him numb so hopefully he might fall asleep during the stitching.”
Alpha answers when I couldn’t. I’m starting to hyperventte. Getting more shots, getting stitches deep in my head<b>, </b>staying still during <b>it </b>all without grabbing and hurting the beautiful, sweet and innocent little girl cuddling into my chest. <b>I </b><b>grab </b>the side of the bed, not understanding <b>myself </b><b>why </b><b>I’m </b><b>losing </b><ol><li>it. </li></ol>
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