78–He Promises To Protect Me
Madeline:
Thankfully, when I told Elgin I wanted to be left alone after all that talk, he walked out of my suite.
I needed rest. I needed time to think about everything that had happened.
Coming back home wasn’t at all how I’d imagined it would be.
The truth about my past, along with the alphas finally telling me their sides, had weighed heavily on me.
In the end, I realized it had been for the best that I left.
The alphas had still been wrong to start that night when none of them were willing to stand up to their families for me, at least not Graham or Elgin.
As for Baxter, we hadn’t had that conversation yet. All I knew was that he once had a crush on me, though I couldn’t say I believed it.
So far, he’d never given me a valid reason, or any reason at all, for the way he’d treated me back then.
Two days later, news broke that the great writer and researcher had attacked the alphas and been killed when they fought back.
Nobody seemed to care much.
People came forward saying he’d lost his mind, that he used to peek through windows and claim their young ones were special or cursed.
They said he caused panic, always wandering the woods, watching people transition so he could observe their wolves.
Now that he was gone, many in the