Accidentally Pregnant By My Alpha Best friends (Madeline) novel Chapter 127

127–She Is Missing My Husband

Madeline:

“I do not know. It is up to them. I will tell you one thing, because now it is between friends, and you know I will always choose you even when you would not choose me.” The words came from deep within him, and I began to wonder why he was saying any of it.

Before I asked, he continued.

“What Kaylee said was true. Graham was in love with her after you left. As for Elgin, Madeline, he chose to accept the children of an alpha’s daughter because he wanted the crown that his parents threatened he would lose. That is all I will say.” He finished.

I took a deep breath. It gave me clarity. Then I straightened my posture and reached for another drink, filling another glass.

“What about you? If you claim to have loved me so much, is that why you left right after that day when we had sex? Were you angry that I had a crush on others?” I asked, not looking away from him because I wanted to see his reaction.

He stared at me for a while.

Then he lowered his gaze in a subtle way, and I understood that his look was personal, almost like he wanted me to understand without him saying it.

“Let us not talk about it anymore. I want to know who texted me all those things.” He shifted the subject, and I understood why.

It had to be about the crush. He liked me, and of course it affected him that the woman he liked had liked others

too.

“I am a little sleepy,” he said as he set the glass down.

“Of course you are,” I commented. “You have been drinking one after another.” I let out a small laugh and put my glass down as well. “You can go rest.”

“What about you?” he asked, giving me a sideways look while tilting his face away.

“I will stay awake and let you all know if the storm stops.” I tried to joke, and he chuckled.

“Alright. If you need anything, I will be in the room,” he mumbled as he walked away.

I watched him until he was out of sight. Then I released a deep breath I had been holding.

“He seems decent. I understand why you had a crush on him more than the others,” my wolf spoke, startling me again.

“Okay, you need to stop appearing like this and scaring me. One of these days you will give me a heart attack,” I said to Lena, who chuckled at my weak reaction.

“Oh, come on. You are stronger than that. A heart attack? Really?” she commented.

“And by the way, it is not as if you had a crush on them all at once.” For the first time, I talked about it.

“What do you mean? From what I can tell from your conversations with the others, you had a crush on all three of them,” she replied, either trying to correct me or trying to catch me in something.

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I could not tell which.

“Lena, I liked Baxter,” I said. “That was before I developed any feelings for the others. I was in love with Baxter. His small actions when he was with me, his protective nature, his possessiveness, it made me believe we had a chance. Until one day, there was an event, a mate ball in his pack, and he had invited me. I saw how many powerful girls were staring at him, how they surrounded him. Then his mother came to me and told me she would never choose someone like me.”

At that time, I became cautious and insecure. After that night, I promised myself I would not think of him that way anymore.

I told myself it was fine if I developed a crush on the others because they were attractive men around me.

I stopped and closed my eyes. My lips pulled down at the memory of that night at his mansion.

After I finished, I stood up and stepped downstairs.

When I reached the first floor, I did not expect to hear wailing from my bedroom.

I knew Nina was not there, so why was she crying? Was she really that scared of the storm?

I rushed in and saw her sitting in the corner of the room, wailing.

Her knees were pulled up to her chest, and as she hugged them, she looked up at me with wide eyes. I could not read her anymore.

Too much was happening with her.

“Nina, are you okay?” I asked, looking at her while I knelt in front of her and placed my hand on her knee.

She kept staring at me silently.

“I want to go back home,” she whispered in a shaky voice, and a large tear rolled down the corner of her eye.

“Is it the storm?” I wondered, unsure why she was suddenly homesick.

She had been fine a few hours earlier. What had happened?

“I just want to go back home,” she uttered, sniffling.

“I will speak with the warrior and see what Sawyer says,” I replied as she shook her head and took deep breaths.

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