Page 104 of Rejected and Pregnant By the Alpha King

Thankfully, my memory of the trails around here is pretty good and soon I find myself at the same watering hole that Rose showed me late last week. With the overgrown vegetation around the bank, which made it hard to really see where the trail leading up to the old woman’s house is.

Since she’s human, she won’t be able to see me coming—another blessing in disguise when I finally find the beaten path and make my way up it and through the brush.

There’s not actually any way for me toknowif Nyx will find me. My only hope is that when he comes home for the night, he’ll realize I’m not in my room and come searching for me. That, or he’ll pick up my scent way out here when on patrol.

If…he’s even on patrol in the first place.

This is such a stupid idea…

Sighing, I stop just as I reach the woman’s old, worn cottage.

Turning back would be wise. In fact, if I did so now, I probably wouldn’t be caught by anyone on my way back into the pack. The late hour almost certainly guarantees me that, at least.

The sound of something snapping behind me has my hackles rising, a low growl rumbling up from my throat as I spin around. Even with my night vision, I don’t see anything moving. Not a leaf, not even dirt kicking up from the path.

Probably just an animal passing by, then.

No need to actually be worried.

Breathing out slowly, I turn back around and climb the two steps leading up to the old woman’s cottage. The worn floors creak quietly under me, causing me to freeze in place and listen for any sounds of her rousing inside of her home.

When I hear nothing, I relax and move over to the swing to take a seat, moving the pack off my back and resting it in my lap.

Now, we wait.

48

Nyx

“Negotiations are over with,” the alpha sneers at me. “Either you give us the rights to expand our territory, or we’ll come across your borders and take every last female you’ve got trapped behind your walls over to ours, where we’ll enjoy them properly.”

Behind me, Wren lets out a low growl.

As much as I’d like to wipe that ridiculous confidence off of this alpha’s face, I’m also aware that unfortunately we are severely outnumbered. Normally, that wouldn’t really matter—Wren and I together can take down an entire army of enforcers by ourselves.

The problem is that this pack alpha currently has two of my packmates who were on patrol, guarded behind them. Rippingthrough the line to get to them would be easy enough. Getting to them before their throats are slit? Less likely.

My tongue finds the back of one of my lip rings, using it as a distraction while running my eyes over the pack surrounding us.

Pack Archeron has always been a problem—a pain in the ass, if you will. For as long as I’ve been king, they’ve constantly liked being a thorn in my side. For what reason other than to simply piss me off? Who knows.

At this point, I don’t really care what their original goal was. It’s now become an inconvenience to deal with them.

“We are at an impasse,” I say.

“Bullshit,” the pack alpha growls at me. “Give me the land, Calloway.”

“No.”

He snarls again, stepping forward close to the line. My eyes flit down to his foot. Just as he’s about to cross it, one of his packmates pulls him back.

“We should talk this out,” she says, clearly upset that this situation has devolved into what it has. A pity I’ll have to kill her along with the rest of them. She at least seems to have a somewhat good head on her shoulders.

“Enough,” he snaps at her, ripping his arm away. “This ends now.”

Deftly, I move to the left, letting Wren launch himself at the alpha right when he crosses over into our territory. The alphalets out a garbled scream, pissed to have been met with a solid body hauling him down onto the ground before he could shift and attack me.

Shifting myself, I bounce between the other pack members of Archeron, dodging the swipes of their claws and their snapping jaws. My own forces join with me, tackling whoever misses me and taking them down to the ground before anything else can be done.

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