MY RUTHLESS ALPHA [Editing]

Soothing Touch, Calm embrace

Charles Lockwood pov,

I watched as Christian scrambled to his feet, his eyes wide with fear. I could sense his panic, his desperation to escape. But I knew he couldn't. I had seen the bruises on his face, the evidence of his parents' cruelty. I had seen the way he cowered under Matthew's taunts. Christian was a wounded soul, and I knew he needed my protection.

I took another step closer, my eyes locked on his. "You're coming with me, Christian," I repeated, my voice firm but gentle. I could see the fear in his eyes, but I also saw a glimmer of hope. He knew I was his only chance.

I reached out and grasped his arm, my grip firm but not harsh. I could feel his tremble beneath my touch, but I didn't let go.

As I led him away from the scene, I could feel his eyes on me, searching for reassurance. I kept my gaze steady, trying to convey a sense of safety and security. My mind raced with thoughts of how to help him, how to protect him from those who sought to harm him. I knew that his parents' abuse was only the beginning, that the scars ran deeper than just the physical bruises. I had seen it before, the way fear and helplessness could consume a person, leaving them feeling trapped and alone. But I also knew that there was hope, that with the right guidance and support, Christian could heal, could find a way to overcome the darkness that had consumed his life. How could his parents do this to him i felt rage. Focusing all my attention towards Christian , he was having a panic attack.

My inner beast, my alpha instincts, were screaming at me to save Christian, to protect him from harm. But I knew I had to calm down, to think clearly. Christian was having a panic attack, and he needed me to be gentle, to be soothing.

I took a deep breath and focused on my voice, making it soft and calm. "Christian, it's okay. You're safe now. I've got you. Just breathe, slow and deep." I led him to a nearby bench and sat him down, keeping my grip on his arm gentle but firm. I could feel his heart racing, his body trembling, but I kept my touch steady, reassuring.

As I looked into his eyes, I saw the fear and panic start to recede, replaced by a glimmer of trust. He was looking to me for salvation, for protection. And I knew I would do everything in my power to give it to him. He had no one to give him that

My inner beast was still raging, still urging me to defend Christian, to keep him safe. But I knew I had to balance that instinct with a gentle touch, with a soothing presence. I took another deep breath and focused on Christian's eyes, on his ragged breathing. "You're safe, Christian. I promise. You're safe."

THE BEAST WAS RAGING FOR A MERE OMEGA, I CAN'T UNDERSTAND WHY?

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