Page 29 of Rejected and Pregnant By the Alpha King

I smile a little. “I’m surprised you didn’t find anyone while you were there.”

She shrugs. “I danced with a few packmates, but no one really stuck out to me. Though, then again, they were all kind of wanting to just get in my pants. So.”

“That’s a shame. You’re a total catch. Any male would be lucky to have you.”

She winks at me. “Aw, thanks, Raine. The same goes to you too, you know? I hope that mate of yours is treating you right. I hate that you have to be away from him like this.”

I hold back a sigh.

It does suck, but that’s life I guess, at least with my luck.

Aiden’s been attentive in his letters so far, so I’m not worried that he’s suddenly forgotten about me. He doesn’t go into much detail about what’s going on with his pack, but then again, that kind of sensitive material shouldn’t be written down and sent over pack lines anyway.

He’s being smart about this whole thing, trying to do right by pack laws and whatever rules he’s bound to as a future king. I just hate that it’s affecting us being together.

Our last night together had been incredible—better than the ones before it, if that could even be possible.

Yet still, I’d left wanting more.

Ever since then, I’ve been having dreams of sneaking out of Andromeda and running to Pollis, where he’ll be waiting for me at the border, welcoming me with open arms.

As silly as that is, I want it to happen so badly that it hurts.

Leaning over to look at the soup as it’s brought to a boil, my stomach suddenly curdles at the smell.

I slap a hand over my mouth in surprise.

What the hell?

“You okay?” she asks, stirring it slowly. “You look pale.”

I nod, feeling uneasy. “Yeah. Sorry. I don’t know why, but the smell is making me nauseous.”

As I speak, I back away from the kitchenette, giving myself plenty of room to breathe. The queasiness barely recedes at all.

“Raine?” Delilah watches me carefully.

Forcing myself down the hallway, I get to the bathroom and over the toilet just as vomit comes up and burns my throat. I gag into the bowl, coughing as the burn makes it hard to breathe.

Belatedly, I feel one hand rubbing my back while another grabs my hair and pulls it away from my face as I vomit again.

“S-Sorry…” I mumble.

How embarrassing. My friend brings me food and I thank her by throwing up.

“Um, Raine…” Delilah mumbles.

I wipe my mouth on a few squares of toilet paper before tossing them into the bowl and flushing it. My ribs ache from how hard my stomach was squeezing.

“Can I ask you something?” she says.

I grunt at her in response, not having the energy to verbalize anything.

“Did…while we were in Pollis…did you, um…sleep with your mate by any chance?”

I glance over at her. “Why?”

“Well…the soup my mom made has root extract in it. And well…”

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