Chapter <b>389 </b>
Friday, May 25th
(Cole’s POV)
It’s been a month since my epic meltdown over my father. Something about that day changed alpha, changed me. True to what Dr. Pierce described, I spent the majority of the first day sleeping. They did decrease the amount of sedative I received the next day but I still ended up napping for most of
the day.
Alpha insisted on me staying with him. He insisted that I take his bed when I became too sedated to function, yet strangely, I didn’t want to be alone. I found his couch tofortably suit my needs and there were many times that I woke to a nket covering me and a pillow under my head. As much as it hurt to believe that he was going to beat me just to prove to my dad that he was just as bad as
him, he never did.
Through the haze of confusion my brain registered that he was acting, ying the part my father expected of him to protect me. To chase him away. If this alpha was willing to do that for me while 1 was trapped and vulnerable, I’m certain he’d take on his own pack to do the same. When I stop and
think about it, he already has.
I became his shadow even after I was taken off the sedative and returned to my room. For the first
time in years I’m listening to my inner voice, my wolf and he’s insisting that we get to know this
pack.
Once I was off the sedative, I joined him on a trip to general. I was still fearful. It took a lot out of me to be there but he worked with me, reassured me quietly every time I froze up and tried to turn
back. He brought me with him to attend his monthly meeting with Dr. Christiansen. I was fine just
listening to their work talk until the nurse, Alice, was brought up. Just hearing her name after she was so cruel sent shivers through my body. Alpha had to intervene while also encouraging Dr. Christiansen to continue talking about what happened to her. Turns out, he did indeed fire her after reviewing the tape of her neglecting and assaulting me that day. She was given two weeks of pay and a moving truck to take her back to her home pack.
I’ve only got about eight weeks left here and that knowledge is messing with my head in a bad way. I’ve gotten used to joining alpha for breakfast and lunch in the banquet hall. As long as I’m with him no one says a thing about me. I’ve also started sitting with them during dinner. Alpha Lucas is still a painful thorn in my side but even alpha is at a loss trying to figure that one out. He’s had me sit in a private room with him during one of his talks with Dr. Richards but it’s the same mess on repeat. I’m a pedophile and he doesn’t understand how no one else is willing to see it.
I’ve got to give some credit to my wolf. He was just as eager to leave the other three packs I’ve <b>been </b>to as he was to leave home but here? It’s more than just his mate that draws him in.
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Mate. <b>Find </b>mate, please. Something is wrong. Wolf is weak. Needs <b>help</b><b>. </b>
I shake my head gently as he’s bing more persistent with his request.
I stopped by the med wing just long enough to find her lingering scent and there was nothing <b>about </b>it that rmed me. I easily know the scents indicative of stress. Fear, pain, sadness, even <b>loneliness </b>all have very distinct and, at least for me, pungent smells that I cannot ignore.
I stood outside the closed door of her pediatric room for several minutes. Her scent wasn’t very strong but it was enough for me to be able to verify that she was inside working and the only <b>stress </b>pheromones I detected were those thate with caring for a cranky infant.
I don’t think the little one settles down once during its visit. I left in a hurry when I heard the cry change to the high pitched squeal thates with pain. It took me back to all the steroid shots <b>that </b>I would receive when I was young and the ass beating I’d get from mom when I screamed. That’s
where I am now<b>. </b>
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