Page 23 of Rejected and Pregnant By the Alpha King

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Raine

I don’t remember anything after Aiden told me he was taking me back to the estate.

Small snippets and blurs of me shifting and sobbing and then being pulled up off the ground and thrown over Aiden’s shoulder are all I can really recall because the next thing I know, my eyes are opening and I’m safely tucked into my bed in my suite.

Had it all been a nasty dream?

Sitting up slowly, I realize belatedly that I’m alone again. Given that the sun is high in the sky when I lean to look out the window, I’m guessing Delilah probably already left to head downstairs for the day. She probably thought I’d overslept again today.

My body feels numb.

Pushing myself up from my bed, I shuffle to the bathroom and flick on the light. My gaunt expression stares back at me in the mirror, dark circles under my puffy eyes the most prominent they’ve ever been.

Aiden. That other female. Walking in on them. Being chased down.

Surely it had all been a dream.

My wolf is deadly silent inside of me, a foreboding omen.

I take a shower to ease my mind, pushing everything back until all I can focus on is my grumbling stomach. When was the last time I ate? Everything is melding together and nothing makes sense.

Did I have breakfast yesterday? Or even dinner?

Stumbling out of the shower, I somehow manage to dry off and wrestle on some clothes before heading downstairs. Strangely enough, there’s no one in the dining hall when I arrive. Staff mill around, some of them giving me odd looks—no doubt wondering why I’m so late in coming down.

However, one of the maids gestures for me to sit at one of the place settings before heading off to fetch me some food.

Gods, what am I even doing?

I feel so lost. If Aiden’s entangled with someone else, where does that leave me? Am I simply supposed to be left to the wayside until he grows bored and comes around again? Or are we both going to have to share him?

I doubt with the way she reacted that she’d be okay with that. Though, it’s not like I would be either.

Leaning over the table, I put my head in my hands and sigh down at my lap.

There’s absolutely no one in this world that I can talk to about this. If I so much as breathe a word to Delilah, she’s going to freak out. One, because it’s Aiden. And two, because she’s protective over me and doesn’t want to see me hurt.

There’s no way I’m going to let her go scorched-earth on our damnalpha king.

The chair next to me is pulled out, alerting me to someone else sitting down next to me. I don’t bother looking over at them, too busy being wrapped up in my own thoughts to feel friendly. Hopefully they’ll take the hint and leave me alone to my misery.

Soon, a bowl of food is placed in front of me. However, as hungry as I am, I can’t seem to bring myself to lift my head and eat.

I never should’ve come here. I should’ve just told Delilah no and hidden myself away in my cabin. Daniel could punish me all he wanted, but at least I wouldn’t be going throughthisright now. This agonizing heartbreak.

“Thank you, Mari.”

I freeze instantly at the voice.

“Did you need anything else, Your Grace?” the maid from before asks.

“No, thank you.”

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

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