Page 54 of Rejected and Pregnant By the Alpha King

Does the Soleus pack interact with humans a lot?

Truth be told, I rarely have, aside from the occasional trips into town back in Andromeda where all of us are treated like pariahs. I think a lot of the time, humans see self-sustaining groups of people and automatically assume “cult.”

Which has always been fine with shifters—at least we get left alone.

“Guess not,” she says after my continued silence. “Well, that’s your first lesson. These kinds of motels attract creep-Os, so just be aware of your surroundings. Though I highly doubt Nyx is going to let you out of his sight for very long.”

My lips press together while I nod. Strange that she isn’t using a proper title when talking about him, but maybe she’s trying to make me feel more comfortable. If she is, I appreciate it more than she’ll ever know.

She blows out another breath. “Wow, you really don’t talk much, huh.”

Actually, she kind of reminds me of Delilah in a way.

“S-Sorry,” I mumble.

“It’s fine. Wren says I can be a talker but whatever. He’s like trying to converse with a brick wall, so…”

I choke out a small laugh, surprised she’d even say that about her pack’s beta.

She smirks at me. “Anyway, I’m Rose.”

I clear my throat. “Raine.”

“Yeah, I know.”

I can’t help but smile a little bit. Rose may be a little brash but at least she’s not treating me like a pariah.

Rose steps back just enough to turn and look over her shoulder. Both Wren and Nyx step out of the room, their attention focused on whatever deep conversation they’re wrapped up in. “Well, it looks like our room is ready.”

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Nyx

Night falls, leaving the sleepy town of Northwood finally quiet.

Looking up into the dark sky above, the stars twinkle slightly, holding my attention until a silent presence comes up from behind me. Normally, I’d chastise him for it, a rude behavior that he’s never grown out of from his days as a pup.

But I’m in a good mood today.

“Has she settled?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.

“For the most part.” Wren lowers himself down onto the grass at my feet, rolling his large body back until he’s supported on his hands. “Rose said she’s pretty quiet.”

“Mm, I imagine so.”

Northwood’s lights flicker through the thick forest surrounding the motel’s property. As the halfway point between Andromeda and Soleus, this town gives my pack the chance to recover before our journey home.

We’ve all had a long few days.

“She’s pretty skittish,” Wren continues. “Which…I guess is quite typical of breeders.”

I stay silent, waiting for him to make his point. Wren rarely indulges in idle conversation unless absolutely necessary, so wherever he’s going with this will be important.

“But sending her with no dowry?”

I smile a little at the stars. “Well, I did purchase her quite defective.”

He scoffs at me—another rude behavior that I’ve yet to break him of. Although, I don’t exactly try to nowadays. I appreciate Wren’s candor on most days. “Defective has a bit of a relative meaning, Your Grace.”

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