Chapter 281

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281 – She Is A Real Victim

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When our car pulled up at Yuvonne’s house, I noticed her mother standing in the doorway.

She was trying to be sneaky, but I caught a glimpse of her anyway.

The way she ran inside with a smirk on her lips, almost looking too excited, already set off alarm bells in my head.

After I got out of the car with my mother, I stepped into the house, and just as I expected, Yuvonne’s mother was blocking my view, standing in front of me with a very sad look on her face.

I would never accuse, blame, or question a victim, but when it came to her family, I could not be so certain.

Just a moment ago, she had been excited to see me, almost as if her plan had worked, and now she was in tears.

“Alpha Baxter, I’m so glad you have arrived,” she told me softly, rubbing her hands together in a nervous motion.

“Just Baxter. I’m no longer an Alpha,” I replied.

I wanted to remind her that she did not need to focus on the title anymore.

I was not the one she would want for her daughter.

But the moment she stepped aside and I saw Yuvonne sitting on the couch, it was as if everything else blurred.

She sat there wearing a white dress. She had a little makeup on, probably to hide her pain.

Victims often do that. They either hate their body, or they try to look different from the version that was tortured.

I moved toward her, no longer paying attention to her mother.

As I sat beside her on the couch, I noticed the smile on her lips begin to fade, as if she had suddenly started to panic.

“Hey, it’s okay,” I told her, giving a small hand gesture.

She began to look away, hesitant, and it was obvious she was not comfortable having men around.

I leaned back and shifted away from her to give her space.

“How are you, Yuvonne?” I asked.

Her eyes lifted quickly toward her mother.

“She is not well. She keeps having nightmares,” her mother replied for her.

“May I please talk with her alone for a moment?” I requested of her mother, since she was not really allowing Yuvonne to speak for herself.

“She is too scared to be alone with any man right now,” her mother quickly spoke up again.

I understood that it happens, but the way Yuvonne silently stared at her mother every time I spoke did not feel right.

“Yuvonne, can I please speak with you alone?” I addressed her directly.

Without looking at me, with her hands resting in her lap, she nodded her head.

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281 She Is A Reat Victims

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My eyes shifted to her mother, who had her mouth open as if she was about to protest, but now that her daughter had given permission, she could not say anything else.

Yuvonne stood up and wandered toward her room. I noticed her bones sticking out at her shoulders beneath her dress.

It seemed like she had lost a heavy amount of weight. Her skin was very pale, and there were bags under her eyes.

This was not the Yuvonne I remembered. There were patches of hair missing from her scalp, which I could only assume happened during the attack.

As she entered the room, she quickly crawled into the bed and pulled the blanket up to her chest, almost as if hiding herself.

“Please keep the door open,” she requested in a shaky voice, just as she was about to close it.

“Okay,” I replied, respecting her request.

I sat at the edge of the bed, watching her.

“I heard what happened. I am so sorry. I did not know those warriors would not be able to protect you, ” I began, and guilt started to settle in me.

There were no words I could say to comfort a victim of a crime like that.

“It’s not your fault,” she replied, her eyes fixed on the ground.

“I just want justice,” she uttered, and I lifted my head to look at her.

“You said there were three men?” I asked.

As soon as the question left my mouth, I noticed her fingers curl into the blanket, gathering it tightly in her grip.

“Yes,” she replied bitterly, as if reliving the moment.

“I don’t know how certain I could be, but there was another incident. Another girl was ambushed by three men in the woods.” As soon as I started to speak, her eyes snapped up. They widened and looked empty.

“It has to be them. Is she okay?” she asked. There was a shakiness in her voice, as if she were about to cry.

Her eyes were so wide that when tears began to form, I could clearly see them.

“They are fine. She was fine. She survived,” I explained. “They forced her into giving them blowjobs, and when they were about to hurt her more, her screams broke out. I was already on the way, so they ran p>

I noticed that she began to look even more anxious.

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