Chapter 72
72 – Our Special Wolf Madeline
Baxter:
“ If you want her dead, keep running around. I will not hesitate to put a bullet through her head and end her life. right here right now p>
That threat froze the three of us.
I bet he noticed how we have suddenly gone motionless.
The old man laughed, drawing his own conclusions.
“Ah, the three powerful alphas and their little special wolf. I always prayed to get my hands on a grey wolf. I did not know she would come right into my trap,” he said, making my fists clench.
“And then come the three alphas, all looking for her. I knew she was special the minute I laid eyes on her p>
As the old man said those words, I noticed the others looking at me and even exchanging glances with each other.
“I wonder which one of you has feelings for her?” the old man continued, taking us back to the time when this had been a huge debate in our friendship.
“Because if any of you is man enough to step forward and say you have feelings for her, I’ll go ahead and let her mate with you p>
The moment the old man said that, my face tightened, and I saw the others glaring toward the old man’s house as well.
It was safe to say we all cared for her equally, or maybe each of us was crazier about her than the other.
Flashback:
“She is so special to me,” Elgin grunted as he watched Graham hold her diary.
We had come to her home earlier to plan a little birthday celebration for her when Graham started going through her things.
He was always like this, too curious about her life.
Then he pulled out her diary, the same one he had once stolen from her and read aloud to us.
And now he was doing it again, once again invading her privacy.
“Let’s see what she’s written about us this time,” Graham said excitedly, his eyes shining with curiosity.
She usually wrote down her thoughts in small entries, and so far, there had never been anything negative.
She seemed to really care for us. But this time, when Graham opened it, the new entries were far more personal.
His face said it all, he had found something of worth in her diary this time.
“Ooh, she has a crush on us!” Graham exclaimed, turning the diary toward me in mockery.
My smile started to fade.
Elgin looked equally excited at the thought that she might have a crush on him, but I was crushed.
Because I wanted to be the only one she had a crush on.
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All the time I had spent with her, I thought she liked me. So it came as a surprise and broke my heart.
“Give me that back,” I said, trying to snatch the diary from them.
But the two just giggled, laughing as they tossed it between each other.
I didn’t jump around like a child, I wasn’t going to fight for it by force.
They had already read most of it anyway.
“Come on. It was decided, if she picked any one of us, the others would back down. And now she’s picked all of us. So why the hell are you acting like you own her?” Elgin complained, his hands on his waist.
End of flashback.
“So, you think you’ll just make us stay here and threaten us with her life, and that’ll be it?” Graham snapped me out of my thoughts as he yelled back at the old man.
“No. By then, I’ll have my work done p>
As soon as he said that, we all shared a brief, fearful glance.
He was known for his experiments.
What the fuck was he doing to Madeline?
“You lay as much as a finger on her, and I’ll tear every piece of you apart!” I screamed back at him, watching my two friends look at me in shock.
“You think I want to live forever? I’ve already gotten my last wish. I don’t care if I die after that p>
The old man’s words sent a chill down my spine.
Then, suddenly, I heard a blood–curdling scream, Madeline’s scream, and I already knew he was doing something to her.
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