Accidentally Pregnant By My Alpha Best friends (Madeline) novel Chapter 260

260–Letting The Beast Out

Madeline:

When I heard the loud screams coming from the shelter, I bolted toward it.

Halfway there, I could see two men standing at the entrance terrorizing the woman.

I heard part of their conversation as I reached them, my heart thumping in my chest while I tried to get closer before letting them know I was there.

However, the moment I heard what they planned to do, I could not hold back. I could not keep my wolf still.

She started to force herself out, angry that they even thought about taking my children from me.

When she began to surface, I started to howl and snarl. The men turned toward me, and I saw the same look on their faces that I had seen before, disbelief and fear.

Then I did what I knew best. Without giving them a chance, I started to transition right in front of them.

“What the fuck is this monster?” The men screamed while they shifted, trying to fight me, but all I remember is my wolf attacking them.

After a few seconds of beating them, I began to enjoy their blood on my claws.

It felt different, warm blood and the taste of it. It was unlike anything I had imagined. No, that was not the truth.

Every time Lena was out and we tasted blood, it felt fulfilling.

For the next few minutes, I played with my victims. They tried to run, scream, cry, and beg for forgiveness.

I did not stop. Minutes turned into hours. I did not know what was happening back at the shelter, but it remained quiet.

Once in a while, my kids screamed, but then someone calmed them down/Someone who felt warm and comforting.

I made sure to first cut their fingers, I bit them off one by one. Then I cut their arms.

I bit into their bodies, drained as much blood as possible, and then I slashed their heads off.

After two hours of brutality, when the tree trunks and leaves were covered with their blood, I started to transition back, and everything started to hit me.

I dropped to my knees and hugged myself. I knew they deserved what they received, but that was not the point.

The point was how much I enjoyed killing and torturing people and drinking their blood after I transitioned.

These men were bad. What if next time I transitioned, it was good people I attacked?

These questions surrounded me, but then someone rushed to me, wrapping a sheet around me.

I looked up and saw the green eyes of the girl staring back at me.

“Are you okay?” she asked softly.

And I was confused. Why was she not scared of me?

“I’m a monster,” I whispered. I did not know why those were the first words that came out of my mouth in front

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of her.

But she began to shake her head firmly.

“No, you’re not. You’re a savior,” she told me, causing me to stare at her in even more confusion than before.

“You arrived, and the way you fought those bad people, it was heroic,” she remarked with a small smile on her lips. “You tortured those assholes in a way even the justice system would not have done,” she continued.

I started to wonder if she was only praising me because she thought I was terrified of myself.

“But you heard my kids scream,” I replied.

She gave me a warm and comforting smile.

“Oh honey, kids are going to scream. Seeing two wolves run around is a new sight for them. And of course violence was committed, but for the right reason,” she stated.

“Did you see my wolf?” I asked.

With a gentle nod, she answered, “It was the most beautiful grey wolf ever.”

The way she said it made me wrap my arms around her and hug her. She hugged me back with the same comfort.

“Oh, your husband is here,” she uttered, and I turned my head to the side.

I saw Baxter standing there, shirtless, wearing only shorts, and holding a large stake with the man’s head on top of it. 2

He was covered in blood as well. I did not know why, but in that moment, the way he looked at me did not seem judging.

It seemed like we were the same.

“Why don’t you two go and get freshened up? I’ll be with the children,” the woman remarked.

The same woman who had been so upset and unable to speak suddenly had her voice back.

Seeing the men who hurt her in this state gave her courage. She looked alive again. Her warmth confused me.

How could someone be so innocent at her age?

She ran back to the shelter, while Baxter and I silently stared at each other.

“I don’t know why I brought this as a souvenir,” he commented, gently tapping the stake on the ground.

I got up, still covered in the sheet.

“You watched it all?” I asked him.

He nodded and let out a deep breath. Once again, it did not seem like he was judging me.

“I had come back soon after you left. I was worried,” he mumbled, approaching me and dropping his head to the

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