Page 157 of Rejected and Pregnant By the Alpha King

I had hoped we could have taken our time and done things right, but I couldn’t let her waltz into the room with my enemy without some form of protection.

Who is to say Aiden would not have resorted to such tactics himself? It seems his sights are set on having her, and he truly believes he can come here and take what is mine.

But as I stood there, as Raine begged me to trust her, I knew there was only one way to ensure he could not take her from me.

The moment her blood hit my tongue, I knew nothing else mattered.

Nothing else but Raine and our child, our fate.

Aiden rejected her. He broke his bond.

But there is still the possibility that Raine will reject me, and that is something I dare not think about. Instead, I clip some stray branches much more aggressively than I mean to.

How could I be so brash? So impulsive?

I know why, though it is just as terrifying a revelation as the fact that the Northern King has shown up to try to claim his rejected mate and heir.

I feel her before I scent her. Her presence holds a weight all on its own, and my wolf rises immediately. I close my eyes, savoring her scent in the air, the way my insides warm from her being mere feet away.

I never thought I could feel such things, nor did I everwantto.

I had needed a breederbecauseI didn’t want to.

I’d always intended to do what was right for my kingdom and my legacy. And, of course, for the breeder who would give me what was needed to preserve those two things: an heir.

But never in a million years did I expect to fall for her, and certainly not as heavily as I have.

“I thought I’d find you in here,” she says softly. I do not turn to look at her, though every part of me wants to do nothing else. I fight the need.

Her footsteps echo in the space. I clip some more branches.

“Yes, well, the plants need attention, or they will get unruly,” I say as I continue to clip away, trying to appear less insane than I feel.

My heartbeat pounds away in my chest like a fucking drum, my cock stiffens as her scent envelopes me, and the voice in my head spurs me to keep clipping like some madman.

She stops beside me, her hand on my shoulder like a gentle breeze.

“Nyx...” she whispers my name, and resistance is futile. All it takes is that one touch, and I am slain. I turn towards her, dropping my shears. My hands find her hips, her neck, her jaw. I press my mouth to hers, needing to taste her, needing todevourher.

Raine lets out a soft moan as her hands find my throat. It is a whirlwind after that as heat ransacks my body.

Her hands explore me hurriedly as she falls back against the edge of the glass table.

My hands push and shove my pots and tools aside as I lift her up, steam billowing around us from the greenhouse heat mixed with the fire between us.

“Raine,” I murmur her name like a prayer. My wolf is practically salivating as my heartbeat quickens. Her hands slide down my chest, making fast work undoing my belt. Her warm palm finds my cock easily, and she lets out a moan that makes me throb.

My lips find her neck as I push her skirts up, my fingers finding her soaked panties. I brush my thumb over her sensitive mound, relishing how she shudders. A burgeoning sense of possession builds within me, and the growl that escapes my throat is downright feral.

Her fingers slide across my wet slit, spreading my precum along my shaft as she builds her rhythm.

Desperation bleeds into need as she strokes me, the soft sounds of her whimpers and whines like a drug.

“Mine,” I growl as I pull her panties down. The audible snap of the straps echoes in the room like a cannon against the drumbeat of my heart.

I’ve had to fight tooth and nail for everything in my life. That is what made me who I am to those closest to me, but also to my enemies.

When it comes to battle, I am ruthless and always get what I want.

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