LOGINBaxter:It was as if the moment I had some peace, my mother arrived to ruin it.It was early morning, too early for her to start reminding me that I had made a bad decision.The disrespect she had for Madeline had always bothered me, but now it felt like a personal hit.She was a part of me, my better half. How could my mother not understand that?she would be upset if someone insulted her and my father did not stand up for her.But my mother did not feel the same toward my wife, and she expected me to think about my ex-fiancée."Mother, she came here to stay with me, and I sent her back. That is what happened," I told her, letting her know that was it.“And stopping her my fiancée.” I reminded her, my fist clenching.I noticed that the door was open, and I felt bad for Madeline to hear all this."You know who is taking care of your mother and your pack while you are gone?" my mother asked, her tone harsh as always.I secretly scratched my earlobe, trying to hide the bored expression
Madeline:While I put the plates on the table, Baxter opened the door. He was still sleepy.He quickly ran his hand through his hair, but when he opened the door, he became attentive, almost ready to face whatever danger was outside.When the door swung open, I watched him step back and grunt. I had to move toward the couch to see what made him look so uncomfortable.Right away, I understood why. Standing in front of him was none other than the High Grace, his mother, wearing a black gown and a crown with diamonds shining in it.The metallic part of the crown also caught the light. She had her men behind her. Of course, she would not come to the rogue community without protection."Mother," Baxter greeted her with a small bow.She did not step in immediately. She stood in the doorway, watching her son and examining him from head to toe as if she could not believe he was in this state.Her eyes then moved behind him toward me, and I watched her take a deep breath and clench her jaw."C
Madeline:“Huh?” I asked her again. I was breathing slowly to calm my nerves.It hurt me to imagine that Baxter had been wronged for years. All that time, he must have been so hurt.Hearing all that, seeing me talk about him, and then those text messages. It seemed like he was the real victim.And of course he took sides with Yuvonne. Because he had told me that after I left, he had trouble with transitioning.His wolf was coming out very often, but she stayed with him. She took care of him.And he had every right to date her after I broke him. I could not ask for any friendship code at this point. He did not owe me anything."Are you accusing me or asking me?" Lena questioned, her voice eerily calm."I want you to be honest with me," I whispered, closing my eyes because I was scared she would say something that would make me ashamed of myself."Madeline, I was not awake all those years. I woke up, and I remember every time I woke up and did something. Even if you did not and you had
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."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."I went completely numb for a moment, poi
Madeline:“Let’s prepare the food. When they wake up, they will smell the food and feel happy,” Baxter replied, stirring the pot and letting the steam rise.Then he placed another pan beside it.I opened a jar of beans and added them in. The scent of the food began to spread across the kitchen.At this point, I almost forgot how most of the food tasted.We finished cooking together in silence. The rice and bean curry were ready.The smell was good. We set the table with plates and cups we found in the cupboards.The storm outside kept pounding at the windows, but inside the cabin it was warmer.We even started a fire in the fireplace because it seemed like they had collected wood and everything was already set.A few minutes later, we heard footsteps and saw our children walk out of the bedroom.Their hair was messy and their eyes were still heavy with sleep.I could tell they only woke up from the smell of the food.They had not had a proper sleep in a long time. Bodhi dragged his bl
Madeline:At the same time, Elara and Gina burst into tears watching their brother.They pulled on my sleeves, trying to get my attention and ask what happened to him.Everything went silent in my head until Baxter stepped in and scooped Bodhi up in his arms.I carried Gina and Elara to comfort them while Baxter laid Bodhi on the couch in the living room.He brushed Bodhi’s hair away from his forehead and rested two fingers on his neck, checking his pulse.Then he pressed his ear near Bodhi’s mouth and watched his chest rise and fall.“He’s fine. It seems like he’s just sleeping,” Baxter murmured, glancing up at me after he examined him.I put my daughters down and got closer to Bodhi, sitting on the couch with him.“Bodhi, are you okay?” I asked, gently cupping his cheeks.His eyelids fluttered, and then he opened them, yawning and stretching as if he had no idea that he had passed out.I let out a breath that had been caught in my throat and looked at Baxter in confusion.“Do you th







