Accidentally Pregnant By My Alpha Best friends (Madeline) novel Chapter 387

387–And I Was Struck With Grief

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“We have to put him on life support for now. He is in a very critical condition,” the doctor informed me.

I have called in all the best doctors of my pack. I was even going to speak with the other packs and see if they could help us. I will take any help I can to save Baxter.

Madeline was already deeply distressed after losing her daughter.

“Baby,” I told Yuvonne gently. “You need to go back to the motel with them. I hope that is okay with you.‘

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I gently touched her elbow, pulling her closer. I knew she deserved a good beginning, a husband she could spend time with, a proper honeymoon, and everything that came with it.

I had promised her all of that. But right now, Madeline needed our help.

Thankfully, Yuvonne did not show that she was upset about her first days of marriage being burdened with responsibility.

“Of course, I will stay with her,” she replied softly, giving me a reassuring nod. “She needs me right now. The children need me right now.” She leaned in and kissed my lips very lovingly.

“Give your grandma my love, okay?” Yuvonne added as I prepared to leave.

I needed to go home to feed my grandmother dinner and give her her medicines. One of us also needed to rest for a while.

We decided that Yuvonne would stay at the motel with Madeline, while I would feed my grandmother, and then return to the hospital to stay beside Baxter.

The council would not allow Madeline to remain in the pack for long. That was something I intended to change.

Tomorrow, in court, I would put forward a few terms. One of them would be that if they needed Madeline’s help in any way, they would have to allow her to stay in my pack. They would become my pack members, and I would take responsibility for them.

I would also demand an apology for what the alphas had done to Madeline that night, and insist that they stay away from her. Elgin would lose all rights to ever ask for Elara. He had already lost them, but I wanted it to be final.

Things needed to be settled quickly so that when Baxter opened his eyes again, they would not be helpless.

“Okay, good night. Please take care of yourself,” Yuvonne told me before walking away with Madeline.

My warriors supported Madeline as she moved, because she kept losing her balance. Her knees gave way again and again.

Byron had already left. The council had discovered that he had obtained the files. Now that he had them, could lift the ban.

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Even if they did not like him, they would allow him to move freely like an alpha and take part in pack matters.

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For now, I returned home.

“I heard about Baxter,” my grandmother said, her eyes filled with tears. “For a moment, I thought we were going to lose him, until someone told me he was alive.”

I knew how deeply she cared for Baxter, Madeline, and their children.

“Do not worry,” I reassured her, sitting beside her. “He will be fine. He is a fighter.” I smiled at her.

“Bring me the soup,” I instructed the omega maid.

She hurried in and handed me a bowl. I placed it on the side table, removed my jacket, and passed it back to her.

“Put it outside. I will be back once I feed my grandmother,” I told her as I sat down again.

“Do not worry about anything,” my grandmother said gently, smiling at me. “Everything will be fine.”

She adored Yuvonne, and Yuvonne had been nothing but a wonderful daughter–in–law. The two of them had already planned many things for when Madeline would become part of the pack.

I had even considered giving Madeline a higher position, perhaps making her my beta. But that was for later.

For now, I focused on my grandmother. I lifted the spoon to her lips and began feeding her.

I spoke with my grandmother, took care of her, and made sure she finished her soup. During that time, we talked about many things. We always did.

We talked about my childhood, how she took care of me, and how I would give her good news very soon. She had been waiting for it.

Yuvonne did not mind her asking when we would have babies. We were trying. Even Yuvonne wanted children soon as well.

“Okay, I will let you rest now. I will go and check on Baxter,” I told my grandmother as I stood up from the stool and kissed her forehead.

She started drifting to sleep, so I adjusted the blanket over her and stepped out of the room. I had just put on my jacket when I heard her cough from inside. Something about it felt wrong. It did not sound like a normal cough.

Had she caught the flu or something?

I rushed back to the room to tell her to take her medicine. But the moment I stepped inside, the sight before me drained everything from my body.

She was not just coughing.

She was coughing blood.

As she lifted her head and looked at me, it felt as if the entire world had stopped around us.

“Grandma,” I screamed, rushing toward her as a white, foamy liquid began pouring from her mouth. 1