Accidentally Pregnant By My Alpha Best friends (Madeline) novel Chapter 259

259–Good People Should Not Suffer

Nala:

Rogues live a terrible life. They say when you go rogue, you are supposed to get wiser, because if you do not, others will tear you open and feed upon your blood.

There are cunning people all around the woods and the mountains, waiting for a newcomer to arrive so they can take advantage of them.

I stared at the water bottle in their bag. The couple had left all their belongings behind, but more importantly, they had left their children behind.

As much as I had never liked being around children, I did not hesitate to try to be kinder and more communicative with them.

Still, it was hard for me. I had never had children of my own, and I could not tell whether these kids liked me or

not.

Then I heard screams coming from the shelter. My heart dropped into my stomach.

My hands trembled as I hurried back, finding the kids standing in the corner, huddled together and pointing toward the entrance.

“What is it?” I asked softly.

There was something about them, a strange sweetness, something that felt like home.

“I saw a bad man out there,” Elara spoke up first.

I had learned their names by watching how they interacted with their mother and father.

Their father seemed like a good man. He was already building a home here.

I had not shared anything about myself, but I had figured out they had gone rogue only weeks ago.

Her husband was already laying a base, but they still seemed naive. Genuine people often are, and others mistake that for weakness.

Still, there was something about him, something quiet and contained

“I was the one outside,” I told Elara. “Remember when you asked me to fetch you a bottle of water?”

She shook her head.

“No. I saw a bad man out there,” she insisted.

As soon as she said that, her eyes widened. Someone standing in the entrance made me realize she had not seen me. She had seen men.

When I turned around, I stumbled back and fell to the ground. My hand lifted, shaking, as I saw the two men from that night.

Everything came rushing back. The way they grabbed me. The way they did not take no for an answer.

The way they stripped off my clothes. Every part of it returned at once.

“Oh look, we finally found her,” the man clapped his hands.

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My body started to shake.

“What do you want? What are you doing here?” I cried, thinking about what they were capable of.

I had thought I had left them behind, that I had escaped them that night, yet they carne back.

“What do you mean, what do we want? Do you not know already?” the man with black hair asked, chuckling

He kept playing with his belt, a habit that made me feel sick.

“You raped me,” I screamed, hating that the children had to hear it.

“Oh, come on. Making someone suck their dicks or finghering someone does not mean they were raped. You have no idea what rape is, but we are going to show it to you. That day you screamed loud enough to make us run away, but today we will make you scream for a very good reason,” the black–haired man chuckled.

The other man behind him nodded along.

I did not understand why there were only two of them. Where the fuck was the third one?

I started to worry about the couple. I should not have stayed with them. These men must have tracked me all the way to the shelter.

“I will get justice for what you did,” I uttered, even as they claimed they had not raped me. I knew what rape was.

“Oh, we should have killed you when we had the chance, but I guess we had to come back for one more round,” the man with black hair muttered, stepping toward me.

Their eyes shifted to the children, and my heart started to thump louder in my chest.

“Stay away from them,” I warned.

The three men stood there, staring at the children squeezed into the corner, clutching each other and shaking in fear.

“You know what, we can use these to lure some animals,” the man with brown hair remarked, pointing at the children.

I instantly knew what I had to do. I was not going to let them harm these children.

“Take me. Take me and leave them. I’ll do whatever you want,” I pleaded.

I forced myself to stand, gathering enough courage to offer myself in exchange for the children’s safety.

Good people should not suffer for their kindness. Those were my rules, the rules my father had taught me.

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