<b>The </b><b>Son </b><b>of </b><b>Red </b><b>Fang </b>
<b>Chapter </b><b>350 </b>
<b>“</b>You had that much foresight at neen?”
“<b>Honestly</b>, at the time I didn’t know what I was going to do with the ess, the information. All I knew was hid to have <b>the </b>information. Something inside me was guiding me, causing me to obsess over figuring out how to get back into my dad’sputer.
<b>I </b>controlled the urge for two months before I cracked under the pressure of my own brain relentlessly atting <b>what </b>else does he have in that file? What could he be nning to do with it?“”
“<b>He </b>changed hisputer’s background screen which made it harder to recognize that I was in it. I had actually essed it about two hours before then but I saw the mouse cursor moving so I backed out and gave him time to get off of it. It didn’t take me long to make copies of the file with my name on it and several others that I felt might be useful.
The Big Brother program was a bit harder to copy. I had to repeat the process of getting into my dad’sputer then figure out the programming before I had unlocked it enough to copy and transfer it to <b>my </bputer.
It was only when he added videos <b>or </b>documents to the files <b>I </b>copied that I realized my copy was updated <b>with </b><b>his</b>. Even though I go back and search hisputer for any new files he may have created every few <b>months</b><b>, </b>the way I copied the other files has made it so I don’t have to break into it very often.<b>” </b>
“How often do you visit hisputer?<b>” </b>
“Two, maybe three time a year.”
“I understand the importance of this information but that doesn’t make letting you leave any easier. There’s got to be a way for you to ess one of thoseputers from here.”
My voice is desperate, almost whiny as I try to convey to him the importance to me that he stays.
“I can’t stay alpha. I can’t ess dad’sputer from yourwork and I always shut down and lock up myptop before I leave the pack.”
“You have no one you can contact that could get it for you?”
He shakes his head before exining.
“I don’t own a cell phone. I could get Jamie to call his dad but that would look suspicious considering Jon has never entered the pack house outside of meeting with Alpha Redmen in his office<b>. </b>Instructing him on how to get his girls to break into my room could be disastrous if they’re caught since they’ve never done it before and I have no contact information on the littles that I help on a regr basis. Of the girls I help<b>, </b>only five are brought to me by a parent. I always leave a note for the littles that seek refuge in my room letting them know when I left for a prospect run at another pack so they know not to look for me. They will alert the others so the littles that go into heat while I’m gone know they have to find another means of protecting themselves.”
“There’s nothing I can do to convince <b>you </b>to stay<b>?</b><b>” </b>
<b>Chapter </b><b>350 </b>
He shakes his <b>head </b><b>again </b>before <b>slowly </b><b>turning </b>the chair <b>towards </b><b>me</b><b>. </b>
“<b>You </b>really don’t <b>want </b>me to leave?” He whispers.
Shocked <b>at </b>the idea that someone would want him.
<b>“</b><b>What </b>can I do to help you understand that I am the real thing? That not only do I have the knowledge <b>and </b>means of helping you get away from this situation but I desperately want to help you. You don’t <b>deserve </b>this hell, Cole. He damn near killed you. Do you understand that he purposely, maliciously poisoned you? That <b>if </b><b>you </b><b>hadn’t </b>been here, in my care, you would have died?”
“It’s not the first time.”
He whispers as he turns the chair away from me again.
“My fear is that it’s not thest<b>. </b>I’m terrified that if I let you leave you will not return even if I send my bus <b>to </b>retrieve you in January.”
“The only way I leave my pack is to go rogue, alpha. The very situation that he’s waiting for in order to release the information that I’m some dangerous pedophile ready to rape your kids.<b>” </b>
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