Accidentally Pregnant By My Alpha Best friends (Madeline) novel Chapter 874

Eugenia:

I was extremely excited for Friday evening.

It would finally be my chance to show everyone just how good Sawyer could be for the werewolf lands.

He had already begun planting ideas in the pack members' minds against humans, telling them that humans were cunning and that opening their borders and trying to communicate with us was only part of a larger plan to eventually attack.

He had also told me that humans had stolen several of our secret documents before leaving.

We used that information too, except it wasn't even a rumor. It was true.

We told everyone that the humans wanted to learn everything they could about werewolves so that when they eventually attacked and tried to take our lands, they could use our weaknesses against us.

A lot of werewolves already disliked humans.

And really, was that surprising?

Werewolves looked down on omegas simply because of their lower rank, let alone humans, who didn't even have wolves.

So it wasn't difficult to plant fear and distrust among the werewolves, especially the idea that the humans might be planning something deadly.

After seeing the gun, my hopes rose even higher.

It felt like we were one step closer to victory.

"What's that?"

A voice suddenly came from beside me, making my body jolt.

I quickly placed the gun back inside the box and shut it.

"Bodhi, when did you wake up from your nap?" I asked.

He stood near me with his head lowered, scratching at the corner of the cushion with one finger.

He had lost his spark.

He barely spoke to anyone anymore.

I remembered what Bodhi had been like before. He used to remind me so much of Baxter as a child.

But now, he reminded me of Baxter after he had convinced himself that his sister's death was his fault.

Seeing Bodhi like that weighed heavily on me.

"Is that a toy?" Bodhi asked, finally lifting his beautiful eyes toward me.

"No, my grandchild. It's for your daddy," I replied, gesturing toward Sawyer.

Sawyer merely raised an eyebrow.

Ever since Bodhi had arrived, Sawyer had made little effort to communicate with him or grow closer to him.

That alone told me that whatever love I felt for Bodhi because of my son was not the same kind of love Sawyer felt for him.

To Sawyer, Bodhi was simply his wife's bastard child.

To me, he was our world.

He was my next Baxter.

That was why I hated every time Sawyer ignored him.

"He's not my daddy," Bodhi hissed before immediately lowering his gaze.

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