Chapter 313

313 Crown Mollers The Most For Her

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313 – Crown Matters The Most For Her

Madeline:

I had noticed that Yuvonne was not very clingy. The way she talked and reacted around Baxter was casual, as if she were more related to me than to him. For now, I had no trouble with her.

“What is it?” I asked Ron, noticing how intently he had been looking at her.

“She has not accepted my apology,” he told me.

As soon as he said that, I furrowed my eyebrows before realizing what he meant.

“Oh, she must be angry that you sent the warriors who were not able to protect her,” I asked him, watching his face for a reaction while he kept staring away.

“Yeah, pretty much that. I tried to speak with her, but Yuvonne is going through a lot. Maybe I should speak with her later,” he suggested, looking at me.

“You can try,” I replied.

I noticed the way he took a deep breath before heading toward the cabin.

I began to walk toward the front porch, following Ron. However, my destination was Baxter instead of him.

As soon as I reached Baxter, I sat beside him, watching him interact with the children.

It seemed like he was enjoying their company. They were keeping him entertained, along with their small hands massaging his temples and his hands.

I guessed he was comfortable. It felt like he had not lost everything. He still had his children, who cared for him and respected him more than anything in the world.

“Hello, Yuvonne,” Ron greeted.

I could tell Yuvonne had seen him, but she acted as if she had not.

“Hello,” she replied dryly, holding a cup of coffee for Baxter.

“This will warm him up,” she remarked, handing it to me when Baxter did not accept it from her.

Then I realized why. He was afraid I would feel a certain way. Of course, they had a long past together.

Also, my sister had been very messy in the past, so I had every right to be doubtful.

That was what Baxter had told me, and I believed him.

If he said it was fine for me to be skeptical, it made me feel better. At least he was not judging me outright.

“How are you?” Ron asked her, keeping his tone soft and gentle,

“Alive, thanks to the good people here. Otherwise, your warriors did quite a job trying to get rid of me,” she responded bitterly.

At that moment, I realized what Ron had been talking about. She was harsh with him.

“I told you, I sent my best toward you. They were fooled. Those men must have had a lot of information. That is why they were able to come prepared,” as Ron spoke, I noticed Yuvonne’s body twitch slightly.

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“I do not think you should talk about that incident,” I whispered to him, gesturing toward her body language. She hugged herself and discreetly began scratching her arms. It gave me goosebumps.

“Should we go inside? It is getting cold here,” Yuvonne suddenly suggested.

It was her way of telling us she did not want to speak with Ron anymore.

I understood she was angry and holding him responsible because she could not personally punish those men.

They were already dead. Still, her anger toward him felt excessive.

Then again, it was her trauma. No one could tell her how she should react or whom she should react to, especially those directly or indirectly involved.

“I will take Baxter inside,” I mumbled, signaling Ron to speak with Yuvonne alone.

Maybe she would respond better if they talked privately. I had seen her behave a certain way before, and Baxter had told me that ever since this happened to her, her mother had guided her reactions.

Even now, she reacted the way her mother had taught her.

As we stepped inside, Ron took a few quick steps toward Yuvonne.

“Can we please talk?” he asked her.

I tilted my head, watching them. She did not walk away, which was a good start. At least she was letting him speak. We went inside, and his mother immediately rushed toward him.

“What did they do to you? Did they dethrone you?” she cried, not once asking if Baxter was fine. She began to sob loudly. “Now we will never have our pack back. Oh my goodness. It was my father’s pack, Baxter. You do not understand. It was his legacy. It was given to you so you would take care of it, and you let it go for some p>

She cut herself off when her eyes landed on me. I noticed the bitterness in them. If she could, she would have killed me right then.

I did not say anything. I simply started guiding Baxter toward the room. She suddenly stepped forward and blocked our path.

“Can you please just let him rest for now?” I spoke up because she was not letting him walk toward the room. “Of course, now all he will do is rest, because he no longer has the strength of an alpha to do anything,” she snapped. 1

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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.