Page 108 of Rejected and Pregnant By the Alpha King

What a warrior. And while pregnant, too.

“Raine…” My voice is gravely as I speak.

“Stop it.” She slaps my hand away, almost pulling a laugh from me. “Oh gods, Nyx. You—the bleeding won’t stop.”

“S’fine,” I slur. I’ve truly had worse.

“Wren!” she screams again.

My world is suddenly tilted backward, my body finding the ground but with less resistance on my end this time. Raine hovers over me, her long hair creating a curtain that blocks out the moonlight from overhead.

“Don’t…worry.” Forcing the words out takes effort.

“Fuck you,” is what she spits back at me. This time, I do laugh.

How can I not?

What other shifter has the balls to talk to me like that?

“I’ve got him.” Wren. Close by.

The pampered treatment is welcomed—if not a bit overdone. But telling any of them to stop is clearly falling on deaf ears. My wounds are already beginning to knit themselves together, the blood just makes them seem worse than they are.

Spots cloud my vision when I’m lifted up again.

“Run into town and grab Eris. Let them know we’re coming,” Wren commands. What a good beta…

“On it,” is all Raine says, and then her scent fades away from me.

Come back.I reach for her, my hand grasping at nothing.

“Alright, Your Grace.” Wren hefts me up from the ground. “Up you go.”

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Coming to in a sterile-smelling room that I can only think of as one of the healer’s is a bit overkill in my opinion.

While my injuries aren’t exactly superficial, I don’t need anyone fussing over me when I’ll be fine in a day or two. I’m never down for long when it comes to fights, no matter how wild my adversary acts.

I’ve been fighting since I was a pup, bred on it with my own father drilling into me the importance of defending one’s territory to the death. Those lessons had been hardwired into me, practically a second skin that I wore each time I met with any kind of pushback from someone outside of my pack.

“His injuries should be healing themselves already,” Eris says, somewhere over my left shoulder. “I’ve already applied the healing creams to them, so that’ll help with the pain.”

I want to snort at her. I don’t need any of this. What I do need is a meal and a long nap and then I’ll be fresh as a daisy.

“That’s it?” Raine asks. “What about stitching some of the deeper ones?”

She worries too much. It isn’t good for the baby. I’m going to need to tell her that after I scold her for being stupid enough to join in the fray to defend me.

Which…she did. Ultimately, I would’ve been fine on my own, however she did kill for me.

There’s a strange twist in my gut from that thought.

“I’m going to go grab more herbs from the garden,” Eris says. “You stay here and keep him company.”

There’s a soft shuffling as Eris leaves and then a deafening silence that follows, only broken up by Raine and my soft breathing. Her reasons for worrying over me are baffling. Why does she care if I’m injured or not?

Surely she can’t be worried that my pack will harm her in my absence. I’ve been dealing with other business that’s kept my attention elsewhere, so if I find out anyone has been cruel to her, the ending for them won’t be pleasant.

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