Chapter 93

“Madilyn, it’s important that you understand that you’re not in trouble. But it’s also important that you understand how hurtful rumors can be. And in the case of Cole, how dangerous they can be.”
My eyes snap open and look at alpha but he isn’t looking at me. He and his daughter are eye to eye, Madilyn hanging on to his every word.
“Dangerous daddy?”
She whispers, obviously she has never encountered rumors before.
“Yes, sweetie. We werewolves don’t take too kindly to those who prey upon pups and if the adult wolves here believe that Cole is a threat, that these rumors are true. They could hurt Cole very badly for just being here.”
“But he hasn’t done anything. Why would they hurt him?”
“For the same reason that you’re so afraid of him tonight.”
“I’m sorry.”
She whines softly as alpha pulls her in for a hug.
“Who told you that Cole was dangerous, Madilyn?”
I can tell by the way she tries to curl her legs into her body that the cramps are starting up again.
“It hurts.” She wails as she bursts into tears again.
“Cole, I know you don’t want to force her but I don’t think there’s any other way to go while she’s in this much pain.”
I let go of luna’s hand and adjust myself back to my side.
“I need you to stay holding her until I work some of the tightness out. It’s going to take several minutes for her to get comfortable enough for you to give me the space I need for skin to skin contact.” Alpha nods as he steps forward with her. She’s gotten really bad this round, digging her feet into her father frantically trying to curl into a tight little ball.
“Is it going to hurt her?” Luna’s voice is quiet yet concerned.
“In the beginning but it eases up fairly quick.”
Alpha eases himself down on the bed, adjusting his hold so he’s cradling her head and arms against him. Her back is on the bed instead of my chest this time protecting my legs from hers.
“Madilyn,”
I lean towards her ear, speaking soothingly to her.
“I’m going to start on top of your nightgown until you're okay with what’s happening.”
Unfortunately that wasn’t what she wanted to hear.
“No! Don’t touch! It hurts!”
She squeals, grabbing her father even tighter as I slip my hand gently onto her stomach. I close my eyes and concentrate on what I’m feeling. I keep my touch light as I make subtle circles, I don’t have to move much as my hand nearly covers her tiny belly. My first step is to calm the largest and tightest knots giving her the most pain. I place my palm over the largest knot and with slow circles, increase pressure on it. I’m shocked as her muscles fight back. I feel them spasm beneath my palm as she cries from the pain it produces.
“I’m sorry Madilyn. These cramps are reacting differently than ones I usually help the girls with. Stay with her alpha, hold her tight until she’s able to relax with me.”
Her cries are getting louder as her muscle spasms release, one by painful one.
“Make him stop. Please daddy. It was Lucas that told me to stay away.”
I hear alpha groan but otherwise he doesn’t say anything to anyone about her comments.
“I’m sorry Madilyn. I promise I’m being very gentle with you. Your cramps are responding to the message they’re just doing it in a painful way. Instead of smoothing out and relaxing like I’m used to, they’re popping loose like popcorn.”
It takes several intense minutes for the first and biggest muscle to finally stop its spasms leaving Madilyn completely exhausted. She’s calm as her father finally dares to attempt leaving her in my hold.
“I need to change your position Madilyn so that your back is against my chest.”
I speak quietly near her ear. She complies easily simply too exhausted to contemplate anything else. I get her head on my upper arm, wrapping the lower half across her chest to her hip, hugging her close to my body.
“Lynnie baby, the next thing I’m going to do is mentally difficult which is why I do it before the next cramps come. I need to touch your skin, sweetpea.”
“Is it going to hurt?”
“No. My touch is very gentle but I’m a stranger and most little ones are taught not to let a stranger touch them under their clothes.”
“I’m scared, does that make me a baby?”
She whimpers and shifts uncomfortably in my hold as I move her gown up to her chest exposing her from the bottom of her ribs on down.
“No sweetpea, you’re not a baby. I’m scared too.”
“Why are you scared?”
“Because I only told your dad about protecting the girls, not about helping them. A lot of the fathers in my pack don’t want me to do what I’m doing with you.”
“Then why do you do it?”
She whines hard as another cramp flairs up. I’ve become hyper focused on her making it easy to forget the other people in the room with me.
“I need you to take a big breath in. You need to push my hand out as far as you can, then let it out slowly so I can find the knot.”
She does exactly as I tell her, allowing me to find a large knot on her right side. I slowly press down on it causing her to stiffen and whimper in pain.
“Pant for me Lyn. Follow what I do.”
I start panting, giving her a rhythm to work with and slowing it down as I slowly release the pressure.
“I help the little girls no matter what punishment happens to me because no one deserves to suffer. I can’t stand seeing a little one in pain. Not being able to help them is worse than any punishment I’ve ever been given.”
I guide her through another cramp and she performs perfectly this time. She’s finally relaxed with me and is struggling to stay awake.
“It’s okay to sleep, Madilyn.”
She yawns softly as I press down on another knot that she didn’t even notice.
“How do you know how to help?”
I sigh hard as I know this question has gotten their attention. If anything is going to get me out of a belting perhaps this might.
“It was an accident really.”
I can tell she wants to ask me questions but she’s so tired that she can’t form the words.
I take my hand from her belly and lower her gown back to her ankles before snuggling her tight against me. I’m pining badly for this little one to stay the night with me but I know that here it’s not possible. In the hopes of putting us both to sleep I make the decision that will ultimately make or break me with this alpha.
I’m starting to feel guilty. I’m not supposed to enjoy being with the alpha’s daughter. Yet I find myself not wanting to let her go.
“Cole, I’m going to take advantage of how relaxed the two of you are to work on closing your head.”
I can feel Dr. Pierce’s gentle touch on the back of my head. A slight whine escapes as her fingers brush the nape of my neck.
“What’s wrong?”
Madilyn yawns as I massage another knot out of her abdomen.
“I don’t like my neck being touched.” I whisper.
“Why?” Madilyn’s sweet innocence compels me to answer her questions.
“Bad things happen when my neck gets touched.” I sigh.
“Oh, daddy rubs my neck and back all the time. It feels good.”
I lay my head down on the pillow as I feel Dr. Pierce on my head. I’m fighting my urge to fight and against my best judgment I duck my head down into Madilyn’s hair. I’m desperately trying to keep my sanity but stitches to my head have always been a nightmare for me.
“Cole, you were doing extremely well when you were in control. Now you’ve gotten very nervous again. What’s wrong?”
“Wounds on my head and face don’t numb well and the pain from stitches tends to be the hardest to handle.”
“So it’s not just the lidocaine shots like you said earlier.”
“Once I was numb, the abscess wasn’t bad. Even her finding and removing that needle from my neck wasn’t as scary as this.”
“I’ve done three rounds of lidocaine already but I can do a deeper fourth if you think it would help.”
Dr. Pierce suggests. I can feel Madilyn shifting around in my arms but my mind is suddenly swarming with everything I’ve just done with the alpha’s daughter. I’m frozen in place, unable to comprehend anything going on.
“Go another round. I want him numb so hopefully he might fall asleep during the stitching.”
Alpha answers when I couldn’t. I’m starting to hyperventilate. Getting more shots, getting stitches deep in my head, staying still during it all without grabbing and hurting the beautiful, sweet and innocent little girl cuddling into my chest. I grab the side of the bed, not understanding myself why I’m losing it.
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