เข้าสู่ระบบBaxter:But it seemed like my wife was having a picnic of her own.She was finding out about her family, and it just made me want to ask her more questions.I wanted to be more included. I wanted to know everything.If my wolf was blocking my memories, then I wanted to tell him that I would still find out everything about my mate.I wouldn’t let my wolf think that he was the only one who knew about my mate and could control our lives.And to be honest, finding out that she was family with Livia shouldn’t have been so hard for us. The signs were there.“Kaylee was the woman married to your best friend.” Madeline stared at the ground as we stood next to the window, my hands in my pants pockets and hers folded across her chest.“Was I—.” I paused, taking a deep breath. “Was I in love with her? Did I cheat on you with her? Did I run away with her?” I questioned.“Is that what your wolf told you?” Madeline asked, already seeming to find the truth a little too hard to swallow.“Well, he sai
Madeline:Whenever someone knocked on our door while we were about to receive some happiness, it only ended in misery and pain.So the three of us stood up at the simple knock as if we were at war.I watched my mother reach the door and turn around to give us a single nod before she darted it open.The minute she did, Livia gasped so loudly that even I flinched.My mother turned around to look at her, frowning.“I’m so sorry. I was just expecting a monster,” Livia commented before our attention moved back to the door, where Baxter stood with his hands clenched at his sides.He was wearing a black shirt and black pants.His hair looked messy, like he had been through something.“Where is it?” I asked him, walking around the table to close the distance between us.“I’ve been texting you. Why weren’t you texting back?” he complained, rushing inside, closing the door, and locking it.“What is going on? I was having a little conversation here,” I said, wiping my cheeks. He noticed.“Have y
Livia:“Is she okay?” I asked my mother as I watched Madeline go through a plethora of emotions.She was sitting on the couch, staring into the distance.She hadn’t moved a muscle since.She wouldn’t even blink, just letting her tears fall freely.At one point, I wondered if she was sleeping with her eyes open.“She will be. She’s more powerful and stronger than both of us,” my mother said, hinting at the fact that Madeline had been through shit that we hadn’t.And I understood where her anger was coming from.While I had lived a rather peaceful life, the only real hurdle was my mother having to remarry a man to secure our safety when people were hovering around the two of us, and running away from that man.But after that, everything went smoothly.We didn’t really go through a lot. My mother worked daily jobs, but working hard was never a problem for us.Our family, our bloodline, we were pretty hard workers.But Madeline, she went through shit.So it was understandable that, in the
Madeline:"You're my daughter. I'm your mother. I'm Jayla."My so-called mother got up from the couch and approached me to hug me, but I rose even more swiftly, stepping away to put distance between us.Even Livia looked shocked when I did that."You're my mother?" I said, pointing at myself and smiling through the tears."Yes, I am. I recognized you the minute you came into my living room. How the hell did you two not notice this?" his mother asked, letting out a chuckle.Livia smiled too as she tried to comfort me, but I was bitter. I stepped away and pointed at Jayla."You're not my mother," I said in a bitter tone, wiping the smile from her lips."But she is. We can get a DNA test done, even though there is no need. We are family because—" Livia started listing all the reasons to believe that we were siblings, that we were a family, but I began shaking my head even harder this time."No. How can a mother leave her daughter, take just one, and leave?" I finally said it, the words t
Madeline:Her question was bizarre, but also frightening because how could an ordinary woman living in the human world know about a gray wolf?Usually, even werewolves consider it a myth.That was until I transitioned and they realized that, yeah, it really did exist.So how could some random woman ask me that question the first time she met me?"Who are you?" I asked her immediately."Wait, Mother, why would you ask that question?" Livia intervened, pointing at me as she placed a hand on her mother's shoulder.Her mother turned to her daughter, took her hand off her shoulder, and held it between both of hers."Answer me. Is your wolf gray?" the woman asked me again, still holding her daughter's hand as tears started to fall from her eyes."No," I replied confidently."Don't lie to me. Tell me," she insisted, looking down and closing her eyes.I didn't know why, but seeing her cry made me feel strange, like I didn't want to see her cry like that.But why was she asking me such persona
Madeline:I was comfortable in her home, and I confidently sat down on the couch.I expected us to sit down and have a civilized discussion.I didn't want to come across as a threat to herBut somehow, with the way the world was now, everyone had started fearing one another.Whenever someone asked a question, it felt as though they were going to punish you if you didn't answer, blackmail you, threaten you, or even torture you.So I understood why Livia was so concerned.The problem was, I needed to know that if she had a wolf?And how had she managed to keep herself safe here?A thousand questions were running through my mind.Then an older woman came out of the room, calling out to Livia so lovingly.Livia also kept referring to her as her mother.But there was something in that woman's eyes.I didn't know why, but my heart suddenly sank.The moment our eyes met, I wanted to know more, but I was forced out of the apartment.And to be honest, I still would have stayed.I hadn't chased
Madeline:“I know I shouldn't have done that. I wish I hadn’t. Now I’ve lost everything. And he has the videos. I know he will come back to blackmail me again,” Yuvonne cried.I was shocked by everything she had been telling me. I reached for her hand and squeezed it."It was not your fault," I mur
Madeline:"Yuvonne? What are you saying?" I asked, my voice rising.At that point, I could no longer pretend it was not a big deal. She was crying and shaking her head uncontrollably. At times, she even scratched her arms."Yuvonne? I’m asking you. Tell me if it’s true. Did he fucking push you?" I
Graham:Everything went well. We decided that the next morning we would go to the council.We would tell them there was a video and that Yuvonne had given me a blowjob after drugging me.But the moment I went into the guest room, Kaylee rushed after me and hugged me from behind."What the fuck, Kay
Madeline:We reached a shallow stream tucked between rocks and surrounded by tall grass and trees.The water was clear enough that we could see fish drifting near the surface and darting through the darker patches.My kids started to jump up and down, pointing toward the fish and clapping their han







