Accidentally Pregnant By My Alpha Best friends (Madeline) novel Chapter 254

254–The Victim In The Woods

Baxter:

“Why did you not confront her?” my wolf snapped.

I knew this would happen. The moment she started to explain herself, my wolf would be the first to want to believe her.

But I was not as emotional as he was. One of us had to be rational.

“I noticed a few things,” I commented, letting my wolf calm down before he pushed forward.

“And what did you notice?” he questioned.

“She spoke about her wolf exposing the truth. What if that is what happened in the past too?”

As soon as I said that, my wolf went silent, likely considering my words.

“Before, when her wolf surfaced, Madeline used to have blackouts. She did not remember what she did during those times. What if her wolf had awakened long before she realized it? And what if all those things had been done by her wolf?” I paused to take a deep breath. 1

“I stopped myself from arguing with her because of that,” I added, making my thoughts clear to my wolf.

“Oh. I did not see it like that,” my wolf replied.

“But what does it mean?” he questioned.

“It means her gray wolf is not as loyal to her as she thinks. Her wolf exposed her secrets, something that made her look bad. Now, her wolf is acting friendly with her,” I muttered, because I honestly had no clear answer.

We had never spoken much about our wolves. Or maybe I had never asked her enough questions.

“Here is a crazy thought. What if her wolf was the one who did not like us? And she did all this because she genuinely thought we were not good enough for her? What if her wolf is just a mean one? So she wanted to make sure we do not end up with Madeline? Or what if her wolf knows deep down what she wants?”

My wolf started listing these scenarios and theories, which made me grunt and turn my face away, even though there was no one there.

“Can you just stop talking?” I told him, cutting him off.

“Yeah, you were looking for an excuse to forgive her,” my wolf snapped, calling out my hypocrisy, even though he was being hypocritical himself.

He questioned why I did not confront her, as if he wanted excuses from her so he could forgive her.

Now he was accusing me of doing the same thing. But I was thinking rationally.

Both of us went silent for a few minutes.

“You know,” I started to speak again, but a loud scream tore through the air, pulling my attention away from the topic.

Another scream tore through the air. I froze, then started looking around again.

Goosebumps spread across my skin because of how frightening the screams were. This time, even Madeline

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rushed out of the shelter.

We exchanged a brief glance before looking away.

“What was that?” she questioned, and I shook my head without looking at her.

My eyes scanned the woods, between the trees and as far as my vision would reach.

“It is coming from that way,” I replied, pointing to my left.

“You stay here. I will go check it out,” I told her.

I had only taken one step forward when I felt her fingers tighten around my forearm, stopping me.

When I paused and turned around, she quickly pulled her hand back, looking awkward.

“Just be careful,” she whispered, and the anger I had toward her began to fade.

Every time I looked at her face, my heart softened. That was why I had been avoiding speaking to her and keeping my distance.

With a nod, I rushed away.I pushed through the trees, branches scratching me as I struggled to see clearly in the dark.

When I reached the place where the cries had come from, I stopped in my tracks.

There were no more screams or calls for help, only the whimpering and crying of a distressed woman on the ground.

She tried to cover her legs, her dress torn several feet up. I turned my back to her, my heartbeat pounding in my chest.

“Please do not hurt me, please,” she whimpered, begging me not to touch her.

That broke me instantly.

“I am not going to touch you. What happened to you?” I replied.

I reached for her dress, grabbed it, and stepped backward toward her with my back turned, stretching my hand behind me so she could take it.

I felt her weakly snatch the fabric from my hand, and her crying grew louder.

She did not say a word as she put her dress back on. Once she was finished, she finally spoke.

“You can look now.”

I turned toward her and saw her brown eyes fixed on me.

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