Chapter 40
40– Someone Is Calling My Daughter
Madeline:
“I’d like to eat in my suite,” I said on the call after placing a large order.
It felt like everyone had started gathering in the suite.
At that point, I wanted to be furious with them because Graham’s arrival had caught me completely off guard.
I also felt awkward facing him after his little confession the other day.
None of it made sense. From what I knew, he was married, and I couldn’t understand how he didn’t remember
that.
Just as I set the receiver down and turned around, I saw him standing there in the room with me.
The look on his face said it all, he was waiting for me to start the conversation.
“What the fuck was that, Graham?” I demanded.
The moment I used a harsh tone, I watched his shoulders drop and his confidence fade.
Well, good thing I wasn’t here to comfort him.
“You’re angry with me,” he murmured, stating the obvious.
“Of course, I am. What was that call about?” I kept my tone sharp, reminding him that just because he’d called and said some foolish things didn’t mean I’d gone soft on him.
He must have sensed it because he straightened his posture, rolling his shoulders back.
“The call?” he repeated, genuinely surprising me. I thought he knew exactly what he’d done, but he suddenly looked confused.
“Yes, the call you made,” I reminded him, crossing my arms and tapping my foot on the floor.
“I made a call?” he muttered, scratching the back of his neck.
I honestly didn’t understand what was going on.
“ You called me and said some things,” I tried to explain, keeping my words vague.
But how could I? I was too anxious now.
“I don’t remember calling you,” he mumbled, making my throat tighten. “What did I say on the call?” he asked, putting me on the spot.
How was I supposed to tell him that? I just stared at his face.
“Tell me, what did I say, if I really called you? What made you so angry?” he pressed, stepping closer.
I started to lose my anger. If he didn’t remember, maybe it was better not to talk about it.
I would have rejected his feelings anyway.
“Some stuff. You were mumbling. I didn’t understand what you were saying,” I lied quickly.
But the way he nodded made it clear he was lying too.
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Otherwise, he would’ve asked why I was angry if I hadn’t understood a word.
Still, we both seemed eager to drop the subject and I gladly accepted that.
“Anyway, if it wasn’t a big deal, then I think we should move on from it. When is the food arriving?” he asked, changing the topic.
“When it’s prepared,” I replied anxiously, rushing past him to get out of the room.
Being in the same space with him after that call made me feel uneasy.
The fact that he didn’t have the courage to repeat what he’d said only made it worse.
That was typical of him. He would say something reckless and then pretend it never happened, just like the others had done after they slept with me.
I’d learned not to take their words too seriously.
As soon as I stepped into the hall, I heard knocking at the door and a bit of commotion outside.
“ No, please, I need to speak with her! I know she’s here!” a woman’s voice shouted.
“The human–the human researcher! She’s in there!” the woman continued.
Baxter was in the lounge when I came out, so now it was the three of us, Baxter, Graham, and me, staring at the door.
I quickly started toward it, but both alphas moved ahead of me and blocked my path.
“You stay back. Let us make sure it’s safe for you to go outside,” Graham instructed, motioning for me to step aside as he opened the door.
Baxter immediately rushed out, and Graham shot him an irritated glare.
The moment the door opened, the woman pleaded again.
“Please, no, I need to speak with her!” she begged.
Her desperate tone made me step forward.
I reached the doorway and gently patted the back of Graham’s hand.
His skin was warm, and when he turned, his reaction was almost startled.
I quickly pulled my hand away and cleared my throat.
“What does she want? Let her in,” I said.
Graham gave me a puzzled look. Baxter returned and, instead of scolding me like I expected, simply said, “This is the woman whose child was sick p>
He gestured for the warriors to move aside and let her enter.
The woman rushed in, leaving the door wide open, and dropped to her knees at my feet.
“What are you doing?” I asked, startled, trying to help her stand.
Baxter and Graham hurried over, each taking one of her hands to lift her up.
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“No, please please help my son! He’s sleepwalking! He says he has to go to the cave to help the old man!” she cried, clasping her hands together in desperation.
Everything she said sent a wave of anxiety through me.
“What do you mean he’s sleepwalking?” I asked, glancing at the others to let her go.
As soon as they released her, she stepped closer again.
Before she could drop to her knees once more, I held her by both elbows to steady her.
“I don’t know,” she said shakily. “He just started sleepwalking and he keeps saying he needs to meet the old man at the cave p>
Her words echoed something my daughter had told me the other day.
While we were focused on the woman, I suddenly heard a small scream behind me.
It came from Bodhi.
“Mommy!” he shouted.
Everyone went silent. Even the woman’s eyes widened.
“You have children,” she whispered.
I looked at her, then turned and sprinted toward my kids‘ room.
As soon as I entered, with the others right behind me, I saw Gina on the floor.
Her eyes rolled back before they started to close.
“Gina!” I cried, rushing to her, pulling her into my arms and carrying her to the bed.
Graham hurried over and sat on the other side of the bed. Together, we tried to wake her up.
“I have to go and meet the old man. He needs to be saved,” Gina murmured in her small, trembling voice, repeating the same thing the woman said her son had done before he started sleepwalking.
Then Gina sat up, her eyes still closed, ready to follow the other children.
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