Mated to the Beast of the Wasteland novel Chapter 190

Chapter 190 The Real Story

Chapter 190 The Real Story

Gillian and the others pricked up their cars, terrified of missing a single word.

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“Grandma, the truth is, Elara is the one who’s unwilling. She had her way with me, then took off without a shred of responsibility. The moment the antidote took, she grabbed her clothes and ran. If I hadn’t caught up fast, well…”

Elara looked like she had seen a ghost. What kind of nonsense was she hearing?

The four men and the fox sat with their mouths slightly open. What R-rated content had they just walked into? Elara played that wild?

Her hand jumped ahead of her brain and clamped over Maddox’s mouth.

Word by word, her lips trembling, she said, “What the hell are you talking about? When did I ever grab my clothes and run?”

“Mmmph mmmph mmmph.” (Translation: this afternoon, I didn’t even get a hand on your waist.)

Maddox blinked at her, the picture of innocence. The audacity to do it and not own up to it? What a little

tease.

“Elara, is what Maddox just said true?”

Knowing that Maddox wasn’t trying to dodge responsibility, Mabel let out a quiet breath of relief.

Elara’s whole body stiffened. That sneaky bastard had walked her right into a trap.

Elara dropped her head and put on a hurt look. “Grandma, if I marry him, I’ll have to follow him to the Capital Planet. Then I won’t get to see you. I only just got you and Gillian back. Nobody is taking us apart.”

Mabel went quiet. So Elara couldn’t stay on Wasteland? Then again, Wasteland was dangerous. It wasn’t as safe as the Capital Planet.

Mabel was torn for a long moment, but in the end she smiled at the two of them. “As long as you two are happy, Grandma is glad for you, even if you settle on the Capital Planet.”

Elara watched Mabel with hurt in her eyes. A large hand closed around hers. “Grandma, if Elara is willing, we can bring you and her sister to live on the Capital Planet too.”

Maddox’s expression at that moment was so convincing it could pass for the real thing. For reasons she couldn’t quite name, Elara didn’t argue out loud. Maybe this was something better settled between the two of them in private.

Put that way, the two of them did sound like they had a real foundation.

Gillian blinked at the rogue’s gallery of mixed motives sitting around her table.

Sticking to the plan. Get Maddox drunk. Then Tristan would use his glamour craft and strip Maddox of every secret he was carrying. They needed firsthand intel.

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Chapter 190 The Real Story

Sylas sent, “Copy.”

Dominic sent, “+1”

Tristan sent, “+1”

“So you’re heading out tomorrow morning, Maddox?”

She lifted her small hand toward the rainbow of bottles on the table.

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“These are the best bottles Wasteland City has to offer. I went all the way to Gourmaw Road for them. Maddox, you absolutely have to try them before you go.”

Maddox declared in his head. His wife’s sister was the best.

“Gillian, you’re trying to put me under the table?”

Maddox picked up his glass again. The clear liquor matched his smile, bold and strong.

She wished. The man kept picking up the glass and setting it down again. It was infuriating.

“I’d love to get you drunk enough to spill what’s really on your mind, Maddox.”

Gillian had no glass in her own hand, so she lobbed the cue to the people who did.

“Right, Sy? Dom? Tris?”

The three men called out stood up at the sound of their names.

Dominic flashed a wide white grin. “Sure thing.”

Like he had any other option.

“Mr. Cole, Cleric Locke has always treated me like her own little brother.”

Sylas stood up, glass in hand, his bearing as elegant as a spring garden. “This drink is for you. Once it’s down, you’re officially Elara’s mate.”

Maddox looked Sylas over. A serpent shifter with a genetic flaw for berserker rage, who had stayed at Elara’s side for three years without ever overstepping. He could keep his skin.

Elara watched Sylas throw himself into the suicide squad, and her palm tightened. Maddox wasn’t some easygoing blue ox. He was a jade griffin pushing level 10. Nobody could predict when he was going to snap.

She reached for Maddox’s glass to take it away, but he pinned the back of her hand down.

“Elara, look. They’re offering us a toast.”

His voice carried no anger, just a trace of… contentment?

Was Maddox’s tone actually a little pleased at the end?

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