Chapter 273
273-1 Wronged Him?
Madeline:
“I came, and I heard you. In fact, I saw you talk to your friend about me,” he uttered.
At this point, I began to wonder if he was talking about a different day.
“You heard me talk to my friend? Which friend?” I asked him in confusion, because I guessed if he was my friend, he would have known that I never had a friend apart from him and the other alphas. 2
“Madeline, you should be asking me what I heard you talking about,” he mumbled, sighing and then leaning back.
“What did you hear me talk about?” I asked him.
He turned his head just enough to look me in the eye, and it sent a shiver down my spine.
“Say it,” I demanded.
He gave his head a nod, almost like convincing himself that it was acceptable to tell me what he had heard.
“That I’m a loser. That I’m a weak man, a coward, and you would rather be with everybody else than me. Basically, all that and worse that you have written in the text messages. But this time, it was indeed you p>
I went completely numb for a moment, pointing at my chest. “You heard me or you saw me?” I asked him.
“Madeline, I saw you with my own eyes. You were wandering around in the kitchen. You had your phone next to your ear, and you were talking to your friend. You were talking about my past, the things that I never told anyone. You were mocking, you were belittling me p>
Baxter halted his words and gave me a hand gesture.
“How about we just sleep now?” he demanded, and the sternness in his voice told me that he was still angry about it.“No, I’m not moving away from your couch,” I grunted at him angrily, and he frowned at me, looking upset that I had the nerve to stay stubborn after he told me what he knew about me.
“Don’t look at me like that. I’m not guilty,” I snapped at him and then closed my eyes to calm my breaths.
“Because I did not do any of what you are accusing me of,” I finished as I opened my eyes and watched him.
However, his expression did not change. There was no shock or confusion on his face.
“I knew you would say something like that,” he muttered, rubbing his hands on his thighs and then turning to me once again.
“I had figured out that maybe it is your wolf. Remember when you first transitioned, you did not remember anything. You had blackouts. So maybe your wolf was taking over your body when you turned eighteen, and she was speaking things for you.” He tried to explain, and for a moment, even I began to ponder it.
“It’s okay, though. I have no hard feelings for you,” he uttered, but I felt horrible.
The things he told me, if those were the things he saw me say, then he had every right to leave me there.
And that angered me. If he had seen me say all that, expose his secrets, call him a spineless man or not even a man, then why did he take care of me?
Why did he step up to marry me?
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27-1 Wrong H
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“No, Baxter, I don’t understand. I could never say that. My wolf would never say that,” I argued, but his expression remained the same.
It looked like there was no denial in what he had seen.
“Let’s not think about it. Maybe you will get answers from your wolf. I don’t blame you anymore,” he spoke softly but shifted his eyes from me and adjusted his pillow, which was a sign that he needed to rest.
So I began to get up from the couch. I stepped away and watched him lie down and place his arm over his eyes.
I stayed there watching him and then turned to leave for the room, but not before I heard him say.
“I’ll go out tomorrow morning. I will look around and try to figure out what is happening here and also if there are any more cases of the sickness.” He explained this as if giving me reassurance that I should go and sleep and that there was no bad blood between us, that we were still working as a team.
All I could do was nod my head.As I returned to my room, I sat on the couch and watched my children sleep peacefully.
“Lena,” I whispered, getting the attention of my wolf, “you heard what he said, didn’t you?” I asked.
My fingers clutched together, my body hunched over, and my elbows rested on my thighs.
My forearms were horizontal to my thighs, and my fingers stayed clasped in front of me.
“I did,” she replied.
“And do you want to explain anything to me?” I asked her.
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