Chapter <b>289 </b>


    (Cole’s POV)


    Alpha’s touch on my shoulder freezes me in ce. He’s been nothing but gentle towards me, more than any other alpha so far, but I’m struggling. The rumors of this being a really bad ce still gue my mind. Every pack I’ve been to has the rumors of being strict and unforgiving and so far three out of four of those packs have been exactly that, unforgiving of my unstable mental and physical health.


    They convinced me to talk, to tell them what I’d rather keep hidden. I don’t want to be special, to be singled out and treated differently but I guess my father really has done enough damage over the years that it’s inescapable.


    Unlike the others, this alpha admits to being strict. Even his son said it when he boarded the bus before <b>we </b>all got off. I’ve heard stories from other members of Red Fang talking about how Alpha ck is one of the strictest alphas they’ve ever met. Several evenined of receiving physical punishment from him worse than from my dad.


    I am truly scared as I admitted that I had been lying about the pain I’m in. Every time I have ever admitted being in this kind of pain I wasughed at, taken to the hospital wing, stripped of my clothes and given a gown to put on. After struggling to follow those orders I was shoved harshly onto the bed so I was bent over it and before I could climb into it, I got ced into a submission hold so the alpha can put my age on my bare bottom before tying me down and giving me an IV. After this happened at the first two packs it now takes a lot for me to admit to the pain I’m in.


    I allow myself to copse back down onto the bed as alpha slides out from under me. I’m shaking hard and mentally cringe at the idea of alpha touching me while I’m in this state. I’m breathing hard with whimpers in my voice, I’m embarrassed as to how weak I sound. I don’t deserve to be here and I’m convinced that I’m deserving of punishment for that weakness.


    Alpha ckes into view on the other side of the bed. I can’t help but go into protection mode as I physically can not fight or run with the pain I’m in. I curl my legs up to my chest and throw my arms over my head, whining loudly as his hand approaches me.


    “Easy there Cole. It’s seems you’ve gotten very afraid very quickly of me since admitting that you lied. It seems like you want to trust but it’s fleeting and you don’t know how to keep hold of it. That’s okay. It takes time to establish a record of nothing bad happening when you expect it to before you realize that you can actually trust it.”


    His voice is patient and gentle as is his touch on the back of my head, the only thing he can touch considering the tight ball I’ve curled into. He’s taking his time, touching me gently. First on the back of my head then moving to my hands that are curled into fists grabbing tightly to my hair. I’m purposely hurting myself but make no noise as this is the pain I’m used to, the pain that I need to keep myself sane.


    He works his fingers into my fists, gently prying them from my scalp while continually reassuring me of his actions. I rx just enough to allow him to take my hands away from my face but my eyes are still tightly closed and I’m panting hard from the stress and the pain in my leg.


    “Cole, I know you’re in a really bad ce right now so it’s extremely important that you listen to my words as I am telling you exactly what I need you to do and what’s going to happen.”


    I struggle to slow my breathing but I know I have to in order to hear him properly.


    “Let’s start with getting you sitting up so that I can get a shirt on you.”


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