<b>Chapter </b><b>354 </b>
(<b>Cole’s </b>POV)
The kindness Alpha has shown me while working on hisputer wasn’t something I <b>expected </b>considering how our conversation about my pack went. I am dying inside to leave the hell <b>that </b>I live behind but I have never challenged his threat. I have only been at another pack for three <b>months </b>at
the most before being sent home.
With me now passing the two month markst week I’m certain he’s pacing his office <b>and </b><b>taking </b><b>his </b>frustrations out on any wolf that crosses his path the wrong way. I’ve heard rumors that when <b>I’m </b>not home things tend to get rough for the omega and gamma helpers <b>of </b>the pack, even worse <b>for </b><b>the </b>female pups the longer I stay away from home.
The more Alpha talks about me staying the harder I have to work to convince myself to <b>leave</b><b>. </b>My mate is here and Alpha has been nothing but supportive over thest several months. Even when he gave me space after the duel with Lucas he was still very supportive even though it was <b>indirect</b>.
I am further surprised when I finally make my way to themon room. After four weeks of essentially avoiding everyone except Dr. Pierce<b>, </b>the squeals of excitementing from the alpha’s twins melted my heart. I drop to my knees to ept them, not realizing the awkwardness it would
cause me until they were in my arms.
“Rx Cole, don’t fight me.”
Alpha’s voice is gentle and reassuring as he takes my hands, one at a time and wraps them around the girls, desperately trying to snuggle into my neck.
“I have no issues with you talking, hugging or caring for my girls Cole. You have shown me repeatedly that your only desire is to protect them. I have no restrictions on you when ites to
them.”
For as long as I have desperately wanted to hear an alpha say this for some reason I find it nerve racking and confusing. How can this alpha trust me with his youngest and most vulnerable pups. when I can’t even look at a newborn without getting pped across the face in front of everyone
back home?
I can’t help but seek thefort of their scent as Alpha ck and Alpha Lucas start arguing. Hearing their conversation, which is mostly about me, is quite difficult and my stomach is churning badly by the end of it. The only constion from hearing their conversation is finding out that <b>alpha </b>withdrew his son’s ability to choose physical punishment. For that, I’m grateful. Physical punishment should never be the answer, not when it can <b>be </b>so easily abused.
It’s only when the alphaes back over to the girls and I that they manage <b>to </b><b>pry </b><b>themselves </b><b>off </b><b>of </b>me. They excitedly pull me to the table <b>before </b>taking their seats. True to her <b>word </b><b>Madisyn </b><b>sits </b>
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nicely and is no longer ying games with her chair. <b>Shortly </b>after sitting <b>down</b><b>, </b><b>betas </b>Patrick and Parker join us.
“Good evening Cole.”
I look up quickly at the sound of Beta Patrick’s voice.
“It’s been a while since we’ve seen you. It’s nice to know you haven’t run off.”
I open my mouth before closing it, not certain as to the best way to respond to his statement<b>. </b>
“It’s okay. It’s been a while. How have you been doing? I’ve seen you watching my group when <b>we’ve </b>set up near the yground. Any interest in starting to train with us<b>?</b>”
I’m not used to this type of attention and I’m failing miserably at such simple conversation.
“Who are you kidding Patrick? Didn’t you see how he responded to sparring with me<b>? </b>That right there should have put him on a hold in the hospital.”
Lucas spits out venomously before I have a chance to speak.
“Lucas, you’ve been warned. You will remain silent if yourmentary has anything to do with
Cole<b>.</b>”
“So you’re changing it?”
I take a sharp breath in knowing that the way he’s speaking to his father would have resulted in me being pped right out of the chair I was sitting in before being sent to my father’s office for a lesson in speaking with respect.
I close my eyes as the tremors start and I’m struggling to keep the shbacks away. Even when on the antidepressant medication my ptsd never lets me have any peace from the trauma I’ve endured. There’s something about the way he’s talking to his father, the anger and disrespect he’s expressing that’s causing this trigger. Without even thinking <b>I </b>speak.
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