Accidentally Pregnant By My Alpha Best friends (Madeline) novel Chapter 609

Madeline:

I sat in Byron’s car, and we started our journey back home.

My thoughts kept drifting in and out.

The hospital was the only place we had checked.

Ron’s warriors had searched the surroundings too, but where could he be?

Could he be in the woods? Maybe he woke up and shifted, but then he was not seen on the cameras.

I held my face in my hands and leaned back in the seat, feeling nauseous.

“Madeline, you should eat something. You are not looking well. You look very pale,” Byron said, offering me a protein bar.

I shook my head and turned my face to the side, my hand pressed against my stomach.

“I think I am going to throw up,” I said.

He immediately pulled the car over near the woods.

I got out and moved to the side of the road, throwing up.

I felt sick to my stomach.

There were no answers. Only confusion and mystery, and I did not understand what was going on.

After that, Byron quickly stepped out and held my hair back so I could empty my stomach.

After a while, he helped me clean my face while I sat on the side of the road, feeling helpless.

He brought me water. I could not drink it, but he forced me to take a few sips.

“It does not make sense,” I said to him, referring to Baxter going missing.

"They keep saying that he must have woken up, but in the same breath, they said nothing was shown on the video camera for ten days. You know what that means, Byron?" I asked him, my hands shaking as those thoughts began to settle in.

I remember in the beginning, very early on, I felt this deep disconnection from Baxter.

The doctor told me it was because I did not have a wolf.

He kept giving excuses, but now I was realizing it could be because he was gone.

He was never in that coffin to begin with, but who could have taken him?

And if he had been gone for so long, does that mean I will never be able to find him?

"Madeline, do you think somebody took him out ten days ago?" he asked, and I nodded, dreading the answer from my own mouth.

"Way longer than that," I agreed, burying my face in my hands.

There was a time when I stopped feeling a connection to him.

"Byron," I said, turning to him, my hands shaking as I pointed in the direction of the hospital.

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