Page 35 of Rejected and Pregnant By the Alpha King

He throws me to the ground. “Who’s the father? Do you even know? Or were you too busy fucking the entirety of the Pollis pack?”

I sob into the plush carpet under me. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” He laughs. “Sorry enough to sneak out and send this package to your lover. Did you really think I wouldn’t be keeping tabs on you after you failed me?”

The news shocks me.

Almost five weeks and he’s been keeping tabs on me? That’s so ridiculous that I wouldn’t believe it if it wasn’t coming directly out of the horse’s mouth.

Why bother? What could he possibly have suspected me of doing?

I’ve only gotten lucky so far by passing Delilah my notes to send to Aiden in my stead, but tonight I got too greedy. I let her get me too excited and went out to send the letter myself, instead of waiting for her to bring it into town a few days from now.

The potential to finally be free of this place had been too great to ignore my impulses.

Daniel kicks me hard in the side, causing me to let out a whimper and a gasp.

I crumble onto the carpet, holding my hand protectively over my stomach.

“Let’s see what this letter says, shall we?”

He bends and plucks it off the ground again. It’s hard to see him through my blurry vision, but I watch as his eyes dart across the page, reading each line and then slowing as he gets to the bottom, where I address Aiden by name.

His hand clenches around the paper, creasing it dramatically. “You…fuckedhim?” He lets out an incredulous laugh.

My entire body shakes at his tone.

I’veneverheard Daniel sound like this. Did I break him?

He never would’ve considered the possibility of me doing something like this before. Hell, I’ve always followed whatever ridiculous rule or scheme he’s had for me. Getting pregnant with the child of Aiden, the alpha who he’s been banking on taking down, is on a whole other level than he was expecting.

His arm lowers slowly to his side as he turns to stare at me in complete surprise.

“You fucked him,” he whispers.

“I’m sorry,” is all I can think to say in response.

I don’t move when he grabs me again, this time hauling me up by my arm and dragging me to a bookshelf behind his large desk. He pulls a book toward him, activating the secret room hidden behind it.

My stomach instantly sinks, knowing exactly where this is going.

“No!” I tug at his hold on me, digging my feet into the carpet. “No! Don’t!”

He ignores me and drags me farther, barely affected at all with his alpha strength. My wolf roars and scratches at the inside of my mind, daring me to let her out to finish off the problem that’s been plaguing us since we were young.

Inside the secret room, there is a barely visible trapdoor hidden partially by another carpet. Daniel crumples up the letter in his hand and tosses it before leaning down to grab at the latch and pull it up, opening the trapdoor.

The stairs down into it are barely visible in the poor lighting.

“Daniel, please! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Tears are falling freely down my face at this point.

And still, he ignores me.

He drags me down into the cellar as I kick and scream at him to let me go. His grip on my arm hurts so bad that I know he’s going to leave his handprints behind after he lets go. There are several holding cells down here, most of them dusty and unused, except for the last one at the very end.

That one, I’m familiar with all too well.

“Please,” I sob. “I-I’ll get rid of it.”

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