Accidentally Pregnant By My Alpha Best friends (Madeline) novel Chapter 131

131–They Are Missing

Madeline:

I slapped my forehead and ended the call.

I guessed Baxter noticed. He let the kids play with the other children while he joined me on the bench.

“I tried calling him, but his wife picked up,” I said to Baxter, tapping my phone on my empty palm.

“Yeah, Kaylee is a bit of a control freak. But can you blame her?” he remarked.

I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Listen, I know she forced him into this marriage by refusing to step back, but he was genuinely happy with her. They were planning a family, even though the contract said if he didn’t give a hair, he could move on. And it’s not just that he wanted to create a hair with her. Madeline, he suddenly changed when you came back,” he explained.

I nodded, inhaling sharply and releasing it slowly.

“Do you know anything about their relationship? I mean, aside from the contract?” I asked Baxter, tapping my fingernails against my phone screen.

“What exactly do you want to know?” he replied.

“When Graham stepped out of the room earlier, I noticed bruises on him. Does that happen often?” I murmured, keeping my focus on the kids.

They were mingling easily with the other children, laughing and chasing one another.

“To be honest, I never stayed close enough to see them regularly,” he admitted, and I nodded while pressing my teeth into the inside of my cheek. (1

“But I will tell you this,” he continued, “whenever I did run into him, and he had argued with his wife, he would have marks like that.”

His words made the truth settle in.

“So she hurts him?” I whispered.

Baxter lifted one shoulder at first, then gave a slow, reluctant nod.

“From what I’ve witnessed,” he confessed.

“That’s horrible,” I breathed, sympathy washing over me. Poor Graham. First his father, and now his wife too.

The phone in my hand rang again. I realized Graham had probably snatched it back from his wife.

“He’s calling,” I said to Baxter.

“Then take the call and tell him why you are calling,” he suggested, leaning back with his arms stretched across the bench.

“Hello,” I answered, waiting for Graham to finally speak on the other end.

“You called me,” he replied.

“I did,” I said, steadying my breath. “Why are you doing this? Don’t you understand that this request of yours is going to cost me so much?”

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“Why should you worry?” he countered. “Once you become my wife, my mate, no one will question you. My father is the leader of the council. He will be your father–in–law. You will be powerful enough to silence everyone. Even if they learn about your wolf, they will not dare to speak.”

He sounded as if he had never met his own father, defending him without hesitation.

I switched the phone to speaker so Baxter could hear the nonsense he was spilling.

“Graham, do you truly trust your father? You know he despises me. What makes you think he will not take my children away and push me out of your life?” I tried a different angle, hoping he would stop believing every word his father fed him.

“All I know is that he is the only one promising me your company,” Graham insisted.

Before I could respond, Baxter grabbed the phone from my hand.

“So what exactly are you planning, huh? Running tests on Gina to prove the kids are yours? And you think I will let you take them from her?” Baxter yelled in frustration, the veins on his temples showing.

Graham let out an irritated grunt on the other end.

“So this is what’s going on? You’re siding with her, trying to push her toward you? Is that it?”

He kept circling the same accusation, completely unwilling to admit that his father had fed him lies.

“If you have a problem and want a child so badly, then request a DNA test for Bodhi,” he snapped. “Because once you do that, they will all be separated. So if you are such a good person and not an asshole like me, then shut up. Let me have Madeline and the children.” 1

His cruelty stunned me. I barely recognized him.

I exhaled slowly and lifted my head, glancing toward the playground. Panic surged through me when I realized none of my children were in sight.

“Baxter- the kids– the kids are gone,” I whispered, my voice breaking with terror.

“Wait, what is going on?” Graham must have sensed the panic in my voice.

I took the phone from Baxter but hesitated to hang up, my nerves were too agitated to think properly.

We scrambled up from the bench, both of us ready to search for the kids.

“You head that way, I’ll check the other side,” Baxter instructed, gesturing toward opposite paths.

I hurried toward the slides where I had last seen them, but the area was completely empty.

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