Accidentally Pregnant By My Alpha Best friends (Madeline) novel Chapter 4

Madeline:

Five Years Later:

“And the award for the best research doctor goes to Madeline Sawyer” The crowd erupted in cheers at the announcement.

I smiled as I stood in my office, twirling a pen between my fingers while watching the replay of yesterday’s ceremony. I did not attend the ceremony but I received my award later with gifts and bouquets.

I wasn’t the same Madeline people once knew. When I first came to the human world, I was a hopeless teenager without a home. Now, I carried an empire on my shoulders. Some even called me the queen of the human land.

I wore a gray suit with a pencil skirt and high stilettos. My hair was perfectly curled, my makeup flawless. I kept a stylist and makeup artist on standby both at home and at the office, not out of vanity, but because my schedule was packed with back-to-back meetings. People praised me constantly, and magazines never stopped putting my face on their covers.

My personal assistant, the one I couldn’t fire for many reasons, sat in front of me watching me smile at the TV until I shut it off and gave him my attention.

"What is this, Mr. Bruno?" I asked, pointing at the file on the table.

"There are concerns in the werewolf community. A disease is spreading, and they’ve sent us emails and letters requesting your attention," he said, adjusting his suit.

This was the tenth time we’d had this conversation, and my answer was always the same.

"And why do you have a file prepared for this? You know we don’t work well with them. They cast us out. Every human here was once from a werewolf land, thrown out because we didn’t have active wolves, because we were too weak to stay. And now that they want our attention, you’re preparing files for them?" I snapped, reminding him how much it angered me.

"Madeline, I'm not saying you're wrong about their hostility toward those the alphas considered unfit, but there are plenty of those that weren’t as harsh as the Pack officials or the council," Mr. Bruno said, shifting in his seat.

"So don't think you're trying to help the alphas but those helpless creatures, those who were once our loved ones. I'm pretty sure everyone here left someone behind who wasn't the reason they were leaving." he took a brief pause.

"Well, I want you to help the werewolf land," he said, point-blank. "In return, they are offering us a great deal of help," he added with a smile and I raised my eyebrows.

"Help? What makes them think we want their help? We're doing far better here than we were there. We don't need anything from them," I hissed, staring him in the eye.

"Don't forget, Mr. Bruno, I'm the head of the research institute for a reason. I know what I'm doing. Take the file and discard it. We will not be sending them any help. Do you hear me?" I slid the file back to him after delivering my decision.

I leaned back in my chair, rocking slightly as I watched his face tighten. He did not understand the simplest thing. The last time they sent help, they sent expired goods that made our people sick. They'd only changed the labels, falsely marking them "safe" and extending the expiry dates.

After that, we refused their help. It's been three years since we've asked for anything from them. Humans have learned to fight back. When I arrived, I realized the stories about human suffering were lies. This place was much better for us, the weak ones, than the werewolf land.

When he finally left, I sighed and stood, straightening my suit. My office was on the third floor, with a private door that connected directly to my condo. I opened it, stepped inside, and hurried downstairs. Someone special was arriving.

At the door I stood with my hands resting on my abdomen, a wide smile on my lips. The maids and staff had gathered, holding refreshments and anything that might be needed.

The door opened and three little children rushed in, their school bags bouncing as they ran toward me, grinning from ear to ear.

I knelt down in my stilettos and spread my arms. They crashed into me and I wrapped them in a tight hug.

"Mom, you look so good in grey," my daughter said, her bright green eyes shining.

I smiled at them and then looked at all three. For a moment the same hesitation I always felt crept over me. They carried their fathers' features too clearly.

I didn't even need a DNA test to know who their fathers were. It was a shock when they were born. Ellara, with her blue eyes, was Elgin's daughter, Gina's sparkling green eyes came from Graham, and Bodhi, with his grey eyes, resembled Baxter.

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