Life and Love Lesson Chapter 19 part 1

 

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Chapter 19 Part 1

The visit with Aspen had gone great once we were seated in the living room. We sat and talked about how him and mom met. How the two of them got separated. It sickened him that his grandpa had separated them before he knew the entire story. Grandfather’s actions were disgraceful from the getgo and followed him into the afterlife. Such actions had impacted Rex’s life before he was born. What got his goat more than anything was that his grandfather had, or had someone, knock Aspen out from behind and drop him off in the middle of nowhere. Thankfully, Aspen had known that mom would not have left him on her own accord. Or so he had thought. He had also thought that mom would have sought him out after she was tossed from her pack, not run to west coast and start a new life with another man. Rex still had no clue if the man he believed to be his father knew the truth or not. Something he guessed he would never know. Just like he would never know what his mom and his dad had been fighting over since his eighteenth birthday. Or what had truly happened the night that they died.

“Get up.” Mr. Chamberland appeared like the bully he was in the door way. “You are going in the dungeon.”

Time to pay up. Rex pushed to his feet, not bothering to put on a shirt or a pair of shoes. Both would be stripped off of him before he was fastened to the cross inside Mr. Chamberland’s dungeon.

Mr. Chamberland stepped aside and Cal and Davidson walked toward me with their hands out. There was no way they were going to lay hands on me before being tied down. Nope. Soon as they were within reach Rex ducked under their arms and darted into the hallway and casually walked down the hall to Mr. Chamberland’s office. He came to stand in front of the door and waited until Mr. Chamberland opened the door before he walked in and through the hidden door that led to the room that was used to strike fear into each pack member. It worked. For most. Not Rex. Rex simply took what they gave and healed and waited until he had to take more to protect another pack member. His and Larry’s plan to bring some sense of peace to the pride was slowly working, but it required him spend more and more time inside the dugeon. Rex biggest fear was that Aspen would create a road block in his plan to free all the pack members that wanted a way into a new more forward thinking pack. He still had at least three dozen men and women that wanted his help. Larry said more came requesting help each day.

“Face the cross and put your arms up.”

Before Rex could do as told a crack filled the air just before a sharp sting raced down his arm, consuming his arm with numbness. His wolf snarled and it slipped free before Rex could sensor it, which earned him another strike from the whip that had just been wielded his way. Rex had just enough time to relax his shoulders and brace for impact before the second strike landed. Preparedness made it easier for him and his wolf to accept the whip without flinching and making sound. When nothing else slipped from him, Mr. Chamberland snorted and snapped his fingers. Rough hands, that Rex had felt every time he’d been brought to the dungeon, gripped his upper arm, shoving him forward until his chest was flush with the BDSM cross. Another set of hands jerked his arm up and locked it in place before doing the same to his other arm and both legs. He was stretched out like a blank slate. Some sense he was. His wolf healed all wounds given from the night before session inside the duegon. Both good for Rex and bad for him.

“Oh boy. Flesh blood to play with. What a treat you are given us.”

A deep rich voice flowed over him, but what stood out the most was the hint of waver that clung to each word. What shocked Rex more was the shards of electric currents zipping around him. A faint whimper came from behind him as a hint of vanilla and strawberries filled the air. Thankfully, they had not stripped him before fastening him up like a feast, because the scent assaulting his nose had his cock thickening so hard that he felt the zipper prongs etching themselves across it.

“What is wrong with you, Fabin.”

More wavering? Was this newcomer trying to lure me into believing he was unsettled by the events taking place? Not working. He had came to see Mr. Chamberland. He had to have known what Mr. Chamberland’s little room of torture was all about. Where was that whimpering coming from?

“Fabin, what is wrong with you?”

Fabin? The name alone made Rex squirm, but it drove his wolf to howl. Not intenrally either. Rex had thrown his head back and released an ear piercing commanding howl before his human mind had a chance to catch onto what his wolf was up to. As if that wasn’t enough of a slip up, his wolf surged forward and took charge. Rex found himself falling to the hard cemented floor, taking in his surrounding in one swift glance.

Five people other than Mr. Chamberland and his two goons. One had to be the Fabin guy and the one with the deep, wavery tone. Since Rex, or his wolf did not recognize the other three people it was safe for him and his wolf to assume they had came with the guy who had spoken. What he didn’t get was why the tallest of the five newcomers kept shaking his head at him. The guy on his right had locked eyes with Rex and refused to relinquish the hold. Not that Rex minded. He had some major sexy hazel almond shaped eyes and a slender jawline that begged to be kissed and suckled. If he would allow it. If he would . . .

The tallest guy gripped the guy to his right’s arm as he began to move towards Rex. Rex’s wolf snarled and lunged forward, only to have the guy move in front of the tallest man.