Chapter 13. Guest

Madison’s POV

I watched his receding figure with complex emotions twirling in my eyes. Bronson had left such a deep mark on my fragile soul, so deep that it couldn’t be mended in just a span of days.

Even though I couldn’t decipher the reason for Raymond’s sudden anger, I could at least see the genuine care and concern for me in his eyes.

If the concern was faked, then I would have to applaud his acting talents.

Above all, I was scared.

Terrified even.

Bronson and every single soul in my previous pack had treated me like a mere livestock. But here, there’s nothing like that, and I couldn’t get used to the friendly glances and respectful address.

It felt as if I was in a dream. And when I woke up, I would be back in that hellhole, where I could do nothing but endure the scornful and judgmental glances sent my way.

A voice pulled me out of my thoughts, “My lady.”

It was one of the guards.

Due to boredom and idleness, I