Page 69 of Rejected and Pregnant By the Alpha King

“Oh.” Now what?

“Does that surprise you?” He tilts his head again, curious.

“No, Your Grace.”

Instantly, his expression darkens once more.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Instead of correcting me again, he turns and heads farther into the room and over to one of the large windows. Bright light spills into the room when he yanks the curtains apart, revealing windows that reach all the way up to the ceiling.

“There is a conservatory with a decent sized parterre attached to it. It’s private, so if you find yourself restless, you may visit it. Though, be careful of the large pond in the back. It will sneak up on you if you aren’t paying attention.”

“You’re letting me outside?” I ask, bewildered.

He turns to me, the light from outside of the window casting a dark shadow over him. Like this, I can see why those in the North consider him to be a viper, a cold-blooded and ruthless alpha king who kills for fun.

Because this is exactly how I imagined him looking: the alpha king who slaughtered an entire pack just to show that he could, not sparing any of them due to their alpha’s mistakes. A conqueror of the South, bleeding his influence into foreign territories by force until they had no other choice but to accept him as their king.

He swallows up a room with his energy simply by standing here, and I think that says a lot about who he is underneath whatever this mask is.

“Hm” is all he says as he steps away from the window.

I stay rooted to my spot when he strides over to me, eating up the distance between us in no time. When he stops in front of me, his hand reaches out to cup my face and hold it tight between his fingers.

He says nothing, only staring down at me with those black eyes that strike fear and wonder into my heart. I’m terrified of this male, but dying to know what lies beneath his carefully crafted façade.

Why choose someone like me when he could’ve had anyone else? It can’t be desperation. He’s aking.

Aiden, for as green of an alpha as he was, had a confidence about him that I could read with perfect clarity. He wasn’t an openbook, but he showed himself to me as best as he could at the time.

But this male keeps me on my toes and constantly guessing.

“My baby…” I mumble, not able to finish my question. I can’t—not when I already know the answer.

His grip on my face softens slightly, along with his words. “We will deal with it later.”

“When?”

A trail of fire follows his thumb as he strokes it across my cheek. The gesture is so startling that I almost pull away on instinct. “Later.”

Then, he lets me go and steps around me to head out the door.

I suck in a breath I didn’t know I was holding and then slowly let it out.

What thehellwas that?

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Aiden

The second we get into my office and I have the door shut and locked behind me, I let go of her and turn to say, “Tell me who you are.”

She stumbles from the sudden loss of me pulling her and practically falls back onto the couch behind her. She catches herself at the last moment, and lets out a huff of air.

“Delilah. My name is Delilah. I’m Raine’s best friend.”

My arms cross over my chest. “And how do I know you’re telling the truth about that?”

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