Page 4 of Rejected and Pregnant By the Alpha King

Turning to the sound of footsteps moving closer to me, I spot a male—another alpha—moving around the fountain and stopping a few feet from me. The suit he’s wearing is tailored perfectly to his large body, making him look sophisticated.

His hair is wavy and longer on the top and cut shorter on the sides, pale in the moonlight. His face is obscured in shadows, but even from here, I can tell he’s got a strong jawline, good features, and darker, tanned skin.

“You okay?” he asks, his head tilting to the side. The gesture doesn’t suit the outfit he’s wearing at all—in fact, now it makes him look kind of stuffy.

“What did you throw at me?” I hold my arm up and jerk it to the side, letting the flecks of water fly off my skin.

“I didn’t—” He clears his throat. “It was a coin. I meant to toss it into the water. Notatyou.”

“A coin?” I can already feel my brows pulling together in confusion. “For what?”

He’s silent for a moment, his body going statue-still as he stares at me. Finally, after what feels like an entire five minutes, he says, “For good luck.”

Luck? I roll my eyes and stand. How ridiculous. “What in the world does an alpha need luck for? You have the entire world handed to you on a silver platter.”

It’s most likely not in my best interests to be talking to an alpha like this, but it’s not like I’ll ever see him again. Once I step back into that ballroom, I’ll have to zero in on someone else higher up on the food chain within the pack and keep my eye on the prize.

To my surprise, the alpha lets out a laugh. “Wow, so honest. That’s refreshing.”

What is? “Sorry to tell you, but most females think this way. We’re just too afraid to bruise your delicate alpha egos.”

He lets out another laugh. “Is that so?”

I stand still when he moves closer to me, his shoes crunching against the gravel under us. He stops just a few feet from me, letting me get a clearer look at him. He’s just as handsome as I thought he’d be—like most young alphas.

There’s an amused quirk to his lips, along with small crinkles in the corners of his eyes, as he watches me carefully.

I hate that I immediately want to lower my gaze—an instinct drilled into me since I was a kid. I hold my ground though, not wanting to let this guy win at whatever game we’re apparently playing.

“Tell me your name?” he says.

I’m tempted to give him a fake one…but that seems kind of stupid considering I’m a guest in this pack’s lands.

It would be easy to verify my identity, and the possibility of offending one of the soon-to-be alpha king’s packmates seems kind of counterproductive when I’m going to be spending more time with them than I care to.

“Raine,” I finally say.

“Raine,” he repeats it softly, causing a shiver to race up my spine. “Pretty.”

I have to swallow to get out my next words. “And you?”

Shit, I should’ve walked away the second I ran into this guy.

Having the hots for one of the Pollis alphas is not only stupid, but will get me into trouble if Daniel ever finds out. He’s not going to gain anything if I get into bed with someone who has no political pull. I’ll be lucky to just get a stern talking-to when I get home.

But…damn do I want to tell myselffuck itand have a night for just myself.

Would that be so wrong of me to do?

The alpha in front of me hesitates again for some reason. Up close like this, I can see that he’s got a pair of lovely amber eyes that watch me carefully, assessing me for…what, I’m not too sure. Perhaps he’s more important in the pecking order than I gave him credit for.

A beta to the king? Maybe an advisor? That would be perfect. I’m not that familiar with who’s a part of Aiden Summers’s inner circle. Which, I’m now realizing, is biting me in the ass.

“You can call me…Aiden,” he finally decides.

Aiden…?

My eyes widen.

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