Chapter 112
Lucas is squeezing down hard on my hands, desperate to keep himself from yelping as the sting of my beta’s hits easily penetrate the thin cloth of his boxers. My beta is strong and obviously angry as he approaches the seventh hit. Lucas lets out a shrill yelp on number eight and fights the last two causing them to land across his back instead of his ass.Patrick steps away silently as Lucas falls to the floor, whimpering hard from his spanking.
“I’m sorry the last two strayed, Boss. Hopefully I didn’t hurt him. I couldn’t adjust my strength to account for his struggle.”
“He’ll be fine.”
I reassure him as I take the belt and hang it back on the wall. Patrick leaves to get cleaned up before dinner as I approach my son, crying on the floor.
I sit down with him, sliding one leg through his bent ones and the other around his back. I wrap my arms around him and pull him into my chest aiming his head for my neck.
“What the hell, dad?” He yells as he pulls from my grip.
“Don’t fight me. That’s what’s gotten you two hits across your back.”
“I don’t want your comfort. You’re the one who ordered this.”
“You broke his ribs, Lucas. It was this or jail.”
He finally quiets his objections and leans into me. He only stays a minute or two before he has the desire to get up.
“Get cleaned up for dinner. I expect you to be there by six.”
He gives me a silent nod before leaving my office. I sit in my seat a minute, I only have one more location that I set up on big brother left to view, the second floor hallway.
I click on the video and scroll through the time stamps until I see Madilyn and Cole coming out of the medical room and heading towards hers. They both enter her room. I’ve already seen that video showing his first time in the room was helping her to pick out her clothes, then he exits back into the hallway. It’s while he’s waiting patiently for Madilyn to dress that the video shows Lucas and a very petite and young looking girl exit his room. I can’t tell who she is exactly due to where she’s standing in relation to the camera but Lucas is quite clear.
His body language screams aggression as he approaches Cole. Cole’s body language is quite submissive even though Lucas is the same size as him. He actively backs away from Lucas until he has nowhere, except the stairs leading to the third floor, to go. I jump out of my seat when he hits Cole in the head with his left hand, landing in the general area of the laceration we just fixed last night.
I always watch the video without sound first. I have found that reading body language first helps me get a sense of the interaction between the individuals before putting conversation into the mix.
I rewind the video two more times, specifically watching Cole's body language the first time before concentrating on Lucas. I’m deeply saddened by what I see before ever listening to their conversation. It's obvious that Lucas went after Cole simply because he was there.
I time stamp the section of video that I need to save before setting the computer to sleep and heading out to the hospital wing.
Carla reported back to me after Cole left the banquet hall with Madilyn. I was disappointed to hear that he only managed to eat a small serving of eggs but relieved when told Madilyn cleared her plate. I’ve got to get him eating otherwise he’s going right back on the tube feeds and I know that’s going to be hard on him.
I make the several turns I need before stopping at the door. I knock softly before entering to the soft rhythmic sound of the heart monitor. I enter slowly, looking around as I approach him. His shoes are by the door, his hoodie is folded and neatly placed on the arm of the loveseat Lilly and I sat on last night. He’s laying on his right side, covered with a heavy flannel sheet. The left side of his face is swollen and has taken on a purplish-red hue. Only one arm can be seen hugging a pillow to his chest. It appears that Angela allowed him to keep his clothing as he’s still wearing a red, long sleeve t-shirt. Not something most adults wear around here.
“Cole?” I speak softly not wanting to scare him after he was attacked by my own son.
“Alpha.” His response is a mere whisper but still audible.
“I wasn’t certain you would be up. I was hoping that you would join us for dinner.”
“Is it required?” He asks without ever opening his eyes.
“No.” I answer as I pull a chair up to the bed near his head.
“But you need to eat more than just eggs to get your body to heal.”
I lower one side of the bed, allowing me to get closer to him. I bring my hand towards the top of his head. I sigh deeply as I freeze my movements as I watch him cringe and shrink away from my desire to touch him.
“I’m not going to hurt you Cole.”
“No, you just send your son to do it.”
He tenses even worse, whimpering as I place my hand on the back of his head.
“This wasn’t a set up Cole. Lilly and I both agreed that leaving Madilyn with you, after trusting us with such a dark secret, would be the best thing for both of you. We wanted to show you that we trusted you. Lucas acted on his own and is in a lot of trouble for what he’s done. For starters, he wasn’t even supposed to be home today.
He expressed interest in being a trainer, so like Damian, I arranged his schedule at school so that he only had to go Monday, Wednesday and Friday but that wasn’t set to begin until after all the prospects had arrived and everyone had gone through the physical. We always lose some prospects due to drug use or we find they’re not fit for training so we don’t need as many trainers until we know how many prospects will be staying. I’ve only just gotten started on his punishment.”
“What do you plan on doing to him?” I’m surprised at how genuinely concerned he is.
“Right now he’s on strict house arrest. He’s only allowed to leave the pack house for school, unless his mother or I need his help. He’s received his physical punishment. I’m certain he’s sore but not hurt. He was still quite heated when he left my office to head for dinner. I am going to add to his punishment. I just haven’t decided what it’s going to entail. I am, however, having a very serious consideration towards pulling him out of the program as a trainer until he’s eighteen.”
“Don’t hurt your son over me. I deserved what I got. Every pack is the same. I should have figured that out by now. Dad’s right. Wolves like me don’t get mates. I shouldn’t even be here right now.”
I stand from my chair and put it back against the wall before leaning over near his ear.
“I’m going to lay with you before getting you up and taking you to dinner. Relax with me, let go of the pillow.”
He resists but I manage to take the pillow and place it on the loveseat. I kick my own shoes off at the door and slide into the bed, chest to chest with Cole.
I work with him slowly until he seems comfortable with my presence. His head is resting on a pillow on top of my arm, his forehead resting against my chest. His breathing is steady but his heart is racing. Both his hands are in tight fists around my shirt and his body is trembling.
I slowly move my hand through his hair, silently waiting for him to calm. It’s only as his fists ease up on my shirt that I challenge trying to talk to him again.
“Don’t give up on me, Cole. No one deserves to be treated as you’re being treated. We didn’t know Lucas was even home. Although he did express a distrust towards you after the incident with Dallas there was nothing that indicated the deep aggression towards you that I saw today.”
“Hatred, alpha. Don’t sugar coat it. We both know he’s harboring a deep hatred towards me. Most everyone I meet does.”
“Not everyone, Cole.” I whisper before going silent again, waiting for him to relax some more before talking again.
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