Page 37 of Rejected and Pregnant By the Alpha King

She shakes her head at me. “Almost three weeks.”

My stomach clenches.

Three weeks…and I haven’t been able to contact Aiden at all. Did he worry about my letters completely drying up? We’d been sending them back and forth every two to three days.

My hand ghosts over my stomach.

I’m barely into this trimester, so it’s not like I can tell what’s going on with the baby. But I haven’t bled at all, even with my meager amount of food, so at least that’s a good sign I haven’t miscarried.

“Here.” She reaches into her coat pocket, pulling out a plastic bag with a sandwich in it. “I brought this just in case.”

I scarf it down the moment it’s in my hands, practically moaning at the taste. It’s the best thing I’ve had in, well, literally three weeks.

“What’s been going on out there?” I ask in between bites.

She shakes her head. “Not much. There are some people who have been wondering where you went, but no one’s been looking. I think they just think you’re hiding out in your cabin.”

That angers me more than being thrown down here.

Fuck, what would’ve happened if I’dactuallybeen kidnapped? Would I just be left to deal with it myself?

I always knew my pack hated me, but when push came to shove, I always hoped they’d actually come help me, even if begrudgingly. I’m still their pack mate, after all.

“I snuck down here because I’ve been looking for you,” Delilah continues. “I’ve been so worried. I thought maybe somethinghappened with the humans and you got caught or something. I kept going into town trying to look for you.”

She chokes up on the last few words, causing my throat to tighten with emotion.

I reach through the bars again to hug her. It’s awkward with the bars in the way, but I don’t really care. I’m so goddamn thankful for my best friend and her never giving up on me.

“I’m sorry,” I say. “I wish I could’ve told you or left some clue for you.”

She sniffles while we part. “No, don’t blame yourself. I can’t believe that bastard threw you down here. Did he catch you coming back from town or something?”

“Worse. A patrol caught me and found the package and brought it to him with me in tow. He saw the pregnancy test.”

Delilah stiffens. “No.”

I nod, even though it’s probably hard for her to see. “And he read my letter. He knows it’s Aiden’s.”

“Shit.”

I grip the bars tightly. “Tell me Aiden’s been to the pack to check on me. Or sent someone to, at least.”

She hesitates, her mouth opening and shutting while no words escape her.

Dread fills me.

He wouldn’t abandon me…right?

“Did a letter arrive at least asking where I was?”

“I don’t know, actually. He could’ve sent a ton. I wasn’t sure what you put your name as at the post office and they wouldn’t let me look you up without your ID.”

Fuck.

“He’s probably worried sick, though,” Delilah says.

“No.” I sit back on my feet; they’re burning again. “He probably thinks I got cold feet.”

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