Accidentally Pregnant By My Alpha Best friends (Madeline) novel Chapter 704

Baxter:

Many Years Ago:

In the next few days, I learned what had happened.

My mother had injected me with sedatives to smuggle me into the human world.

She wanted the doctors to treat me so that, when I returned in secret, all the toxins would be out of my body before my transition and I would become a normal alpha like everyone else.

Someone nobody would be afraid of.

Someone nobody would call a monster.

The problem was that I was supposed to die during my sister's attack.

With that much wolfsbane and silver in my body, I was a walking ticking bomb at the time.

The doctors were doing everything they could.

They gave me small doses of medicine, but the problem was that the poison was wolfsbane and silver.

Nobody had ever tried removing them from a werewolf's system except by slowly bleeding them out.

But I didn't have a wolf yet to heal that quickly, so I would die unless there was another way to remove the silver from my body.

And there was.

Humans had their own twisted way of doing things.

They called us monsters, yet they were the ones performing monstrous experiments on innocent people.

"Where are they taking me?" I asked the curly-haired doctor.

She smiled at me, her nails digging into my arms.

At first, she seemed very kind. Not anymore.

She hurried me along, taking me into a car.

Earlier, she had told me we were going home, but I could already tell this wasn't home.

We stopped in front of a very old white building in an abandoned area.

It was a mental asylum.

"No, I'm not mad," I said the moment I read the sign at the hospital entrance, struggling against her grip.

"Of course you are," she replied, her eyes widening with anger. "You're mad. That's why you were brought here. And we're going to get the madness out of you," she hissed, shaking me by both arms.

"But I'm not," I uttered.

Every echo of footsteps, every scream, and every sudden burst of laughter made my heart pound harder and harder.

I couldn't understand why they were taking me to a place like this.

I wasn't one of them. I belonged at home. In my own world.

The moment they shoved me inside a small room, the heavy metal door slammed shut behind me.

The room was barely big enough for a narrow bed and a rusted sink bolted to the wall.

High above my head was a single window no bigger than a shoebox, its thick iron bars slicing the sky into narrow strips.

From where I stood, I could only see a patch of blue and the top of a tree swaying in the wind, almost as if the outside world was mocking me.

Through the small opening in the door, I caught glimpses of identical rooms lining the corridor, each sealed off just like mine.

Beyond them, patients wandered the halls freely.

Some laughed, some argued, while others screamed that they were completely fine.

My heart pounded even harder against my chest when the doctor who had been treating me stepped up to the small window in the door.

"This will be your new home from now on," she uttered.

There was a mocking edge to her voice that sent a chill through me.