Accidentally Pregnant By My Alpha Best friends (Madeline) novel Chapter 615

Madeline:

I woke up to a piercing sensation along my left thigh.

It was the kind of pain that was bearable, yet enough to give me goosebumps.

As if something had tugged at my skin.

More accurately, like when a single hair gets caught somewhere and is being pulled.

Then the pain intensified.

It spread from my leg to my arms and even my stomach.

“Ughh!” A mild groan escaped my lips as I struggled to reach the aching parts.

It didn’t take long for me to realize I couldn’t move freely.

That I was restrained.

“Fuck!” I whimpered when something cold and sharp touched my back.

The moment something wet began to trickle down, my eyes shot open.

“AHHH!” My own deafening scream woke me up.

I gasped for air as the pain hit me all at once.

Looking around, I found hideous faces staring at me.

They were all watching with anticipation.

They all had a few things in common.

Those weird, crazed looks on their faces.

Not an ounce of empathy for me.

And jars in their hands to collect something.

My blood.

“Excuse me, I want some more blood,” a woman commented, tapping her finger against the glass.

I managed to look down and realized I had been tied to a tree with my hands raised, almost like I was dangling from it.

They had cut my body so much that it felt as if they had already drained all the blood out of me.

They did not care about the fabric getting in the way whenever they made a cut.

The man with the mustache, looking like an executioner, stood to the side like he was chopping meat to sell.

He nodded, then, with one swift move, cut the skin on my thigh.

“Ah!” I screamed, but realized not much sound came out.

That was because they had tied my mouth shut.

All this time, my screams and words had been coming out jumbled and muffled.

They all looked slightly confused, and I knew for a fact that if they kept going, I would lose not only too much blood but also my life.

At this point, I needed them to stop.

I needed someone to find us and save me from their claws, though I had no idea how that would happen.

"This is a lie. He’s preparing your children to become monsters," I cried, watching some of them turn toward me with exhaustion weighing on their faces.

Others continued to clutch the blood bottles, as if trying to decide whether it was right to keep feeding their children raw blood.

That was when the man stepped forward, trying to stab me again with an empty bottle in his hand.

This time, however, things changed.

A blood-curdling scream tore through the air, and everyone jolted.

Some of them began to look around, while others pointed at the man, stopping him before he could stab me again.

"This is one of the children screaming," a man said, pausing as he held back from giving his son another bottle.

Then, from one of the tents, a woman stumbled out, screaming loudly.

"My son, he is trying— he tried to bite me. He is trying to drink my blood," the woman cried.

Her arm was already torn open.

Bite marks covered it, suggesting the child had used all his strength to rip into his mother’s flesh just to drink as much blood as possible.

That was when reality hit them. I wasn’t lying.