Chapter 28
28–Riding With Him
Madeline:
We wandered around the area for a while, noticing there wasn’t anything unusual except that the tree seemed to be dying in a strange way.
Other than that, everything looked normal.
The kids played around, but every time one of them sat on the swing, I felt awkward and uncomfortable.
Baxter wouldn’t even agree to push any of the swings. He was clearly uneasy.
I noticed him clearing his throat and scratching the back of his neck the whole time.
As for Alpha Ron, he stood there cluelessly, wondering why this place was important.
After the inspection was over, we returned to our cars.
“Madeline, I’ve arranged a dinner for you and the kids, and I was hoping you’d like to join me and my family,” Alpha Ron uttered.
I nodded, accepting his offer.
“Baxter, please come along, okay?” He patted Baxter’s puffed–up biceps before walking away to his car.
“His family?” I asked.
Baxter got into the car, adjusting his seatbelts,
“He’s not married. He lives with his grandmother now. The rest of his family passed away, but he’s very close to Lady Riva,” Baxter explained, turning around to check on the kids.
“Why? Were you upset that he’s married?” he teased in a rather bitter way.
I ignored the comment. Every time he said things like that, I completely avoided them.
He eventually stopped making such remarks when he realized I wouldn’t respond.
“Anyway, I’ll see you at dinner then,” he said as he drove me to the hotel.
I spent the rest of the day taking care of the kids while also trying to study the interviews with the children.
Some of the others had said strange things too, but I couldn’t piece it all together.
What was going on?
Why were only the kids affected?
After working for a few hours, I finally decided to get ready for dinner.
Elara wore a beautiful black dress, looking like a little fairy!
Gina wore a green one, and Bodll wore blue jeans with a white shirt.
He looked adorable with his hair parted to the side and slicked back.
My kids were honestly the sweetest little dolls.
As for me, I put on a black dress that fit like a glove, tight at the waist, wide at the hips, and with a deep V–neck
that showed my collarbone and the curve of my chest.
I added a diamond necklace that hung perfectly, though it slightly caught between my breasts.
After curling my hair, I applied brown lipstick and matching eyeshadow.
When I stepped out of my room, my kids were the first to shower me with compliments.
They were my biggest fans, always talking about how beautiful my hair looked and how stunning the lipstick was.
Bodhi said brown suited me because of my hair and eyes.
According to them, the color made my green eyes stand out even more.
While my kids were hyping me up, the door opened and Baxter walked in, dressed in all black.
For a moment, everything stopped. My eyes fixed on him and the way he moved, so confidently and smoothly.
His damp hair was styled perfectly, with a few strands falling over his forehead.
His beautiful gray eyes narrowed, and his jawline looked even sharper than I remembered, framed by a faint beard and mustache.
He walked over and glanced at the kids.
I noticed the way his eyes softened and a small smile tried to form on his lips when he looked at Bodhi, but I knew he didn’t want to interact.
I had asked him not to.
When he lifted his head to look at me, he quickly looked down again, then looked back up.
It was the strangest double take. His eyes traveled from my hair to my eyes, then to my lips, and finally to my neckline.
They lingered there for a moment before he passed me a brief glance and looked away.
“If you’re ready, we should go,” he said, running a hand through his hair and to the back of his neck.
“Yeah, we’re ready,” I replied, clicking my heels as I walked beside my babies. Baxter let me lead.
Once we settled in the car, I noticed him adjusting the rearview mirror so it angled toward the passenger seat.
I didn’t know why he did that. Then he tilted it again until our eyes met through the mirror, and he didn’t shy away from holding the gaze.
I was the one who looked away first, breaking the contact.
Neither of us spoke to each other. When the mansion finally came into view, my body tensed again.
The last time I was here was when I came to speak with the Alphas and tell them about my pregnancy,
I sighed, tired of the constant trippers.
When Baxter parked the car, I didn’t get out right away. I sat there, staring at the exit, the place I’d once run out of
in tears.
After a few minutes of silence, I finally stepped out of the car.
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My kids were half–asleep, so I knew I had to get through dinner quickly so I could take them home to rest.
I held Elara and Bodhi’s hands while Gina walked ahead of me.
Once we entered the mansion, the kids immediately started paying attention to all the pictures and frames on the walls, mostly of werewolves.
It was new to them, so of course, they got excited every time they saw one.
Alpha Ron and his grandmother were already waiting for
They greeted us warmly, and the grandmother asked me to come closer.
I stepped forward, and she placed her hand gently on my head before smiling at me.
You have lovely children,” she remarked, glancing at them.
Elara, Bodhi, and Gina stepped forward, sweetly introducing themselves just as I had taught them.
“I’ve got you gifts,” said the old woman, Lady Riva.
She was known for fighting in the wars and was the only female warrior who had stayed active throughout the years.
From what I knew, no other woman had taken part in the wars, which made Lady Riva an epitome of strength.
“ Oh, you didn’t have to. They already have so many toys,” I said, feeling a bit awkward as her warriors carried the gifts forward.
“Oh no, nothing is ever enough for children, right kids?” she said with a gentle smile.
I was surprised that she didn’t look anywhere near a hundred. Maybe in her late seventies, or even early seventies.
“Anyway, I’m glad you’ve arrived. Someone has also come to see you, ” she added.
It caught me off guard because I thought it was just going to be us. Who would come to see me?
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