40\u2013Someone Is Calling My Daughter\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeline:\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019d like to eat in my suite,\u201d I said on the call after placing a large order.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It felt like everyone had started gathering in the suite.\u00a0<\/p>\n
At that point, I wanted to be furious with them because Graham\u2019s arrival had caught me completely off guard.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I also felt awkward facing him after his little confession the other day.\u00a0<\/p>\n
None of it made sense. From what I knew, he was married, and I couldn\u2019t understand how he didn\u2019t remember\u00a0<\/p>\n
that.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just as I set the receiver down and turned around, I saw him standing there in the room with me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The look on his face said it all, he was waiting for me to start the conversation.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat the fuck was that, Graham?\u201d I demanded.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The moment I used a harsh tone, I watched his shoulders drop and his confidence fade.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Well, good thing I wasn\u2019t here to comfort him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re angry with me,\u201d he murmured, stating the obvious.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course, I am. What was that call about?\u201d I kept my tone sharp, reminding him that just because he\u2019d called and said some foolish things didn\u2019t mean I\u2019d gone soft on him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He must have sensed it because he straightened his posture, rolling his shoulders back.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThe call?\u201d he repeated, genuinely surprising me. I thought he knew exactly what he\u2019d done, but he suddenly looked confused.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, the call you made,\u201d I reminded him, crossing my arms and tapping my foot on the floor.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI made a call?\u201d he muttered, scratching the back of his neck.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I honestly didn\u2019t understand what was going on.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou called me and said some things,\u201d I tried to explain, keeping my words vague.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But how could I? I was too anxious now.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t remember calling you,\u201d he mumbled, making my throat tighten. \u201cWhat did I say on the call?\u201d he asked, putting me on the spot.\u00a0<\/p>\n
How was I supposed to tell him that? I just stared at his face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me, what did I say, if I really called you? What made you so angry?\u201d he pressed, stepping closer.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I started to lose my anger. If he didn\u2019t remember, maybe it was better not to talk about it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I would have rejected his feelings anyway.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSome stuff. You were mumbling. I didn\u2019t understand what you were saying,\u201d I lied quickly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But the way he nodded made it clear he was lying too.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
40\u2013Someone is Calling My Daughter\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
Otherwise, he would\u2019ve asked why I was angry if I hadn\u2019t understood a word.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Still, we both seemed eager to drop the subject and I gladly accepted that.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAnyway, if it wasn\u2019t a big deal, then I think we should move on from it. When is the food arriving?\u201d he asked, changing the topic.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen it\u2019s prepared,\u201d I replied anxiously, rushing past him to get out of the room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Being in the same space with him after that call made me feel uneasy.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The fact that he didn\u2019t have the courage to repeat what he\u2019d said only made it worse.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I\u2019d learned not to take their words too seriously.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As soon as I stepped into the hall, I heard knocking at the door and a bit of commotion outside.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, please, I need to speak with her! I know she\u2019s here!\u201d a woman\u2019s voice shouted.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThe human\u2013the human researcher! She\u2019s in there!\u201d the woman continued.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I quickly started toward it, but both alphas moved ahead of me and blocked my path.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou stay back. Let us make sure it\u2019s safe for you to go outside,\u201d Graham instructed, motioning for me to step aside as he opened the door.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Baxter immediately rushed out, and Graham shot him an irritated glare.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The moment the door opened, the woman pleaded again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease, no, I need to speak with her!\u201d she begged.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her desperate tone made me step forward.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I reached the doorway and gently patted the back of Graham\u2019s hand.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His skin was warm, and when he turned, his reaction was almost startled.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I quickly pulled my hand away and cleared my throat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does she want? Let her in,\u201d I said.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Graham gave me a puzzled look. Baxter returned and, instead of scolding me like I expected, simply said, \u201cThis is the woman whose child was sick.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He gestured for the warriors to move aside and let her enter.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The woman rushed in, leaving the door wide open, and dropped to her knees at my feet.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d I asked, startled, trying to help her stand.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Baxter and Graham hurried over, each taking one of her hands to lift her up.\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
40\u2013Someone is Calling My Daughter\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u2013\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, please please help my son! He\u2019s sleepwalking! He says he has to go to the cave to help the old man!\u201d she cried, clasping her hands together in desperation.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Everything she said sent a wave of anxiety through me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean he\u2019s sleepwalking?\u201d I asked, glancing at the others to let her go.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As soon as they released her, she stepped closer again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before she could drop to her knees once more, I held her by both elbows to steady her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d she said shakily. \u201cHe just started sleepwalking and he keeps saying he needs to meet the old man at the cave.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her words echoed something my daughter had told me the other day.\u00a0<\/p>\n
While we were focused on the woman, I suddenly heard a small scream behind me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It came from Bodhi.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMommy!\u201d he shouted.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Everyone went silent. Even the woman\u2019s eyes widened.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have children,\u201d she whispered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I looked at her, then turned and sprinted toward my kids\u2018 room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As soon as I entered, with the others right behind me, I saw Gina on the floor.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her eyes rolled back before they started to close.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cGina!\u201d I cried, rushing to her, pulling her into my arms and carrying her to the bed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Graham hurried over and sat on the other side of the bed. Together, we tried to wake her up.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI have to go and meet the old man. He needs to be saved,\u201d Gina murmured in her small, trembling voice, repeating the same thing the woman said her son had done before he started sleepwalking.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then Gina sat up, her eyes still closed, ready to follow the other children.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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