Page 51 of Rejected and Pregnant By the Alpha King

Finally, he lets me go and steps back.

“Give her things to my beta. We’ll be off now.”

Daniel stutters. “You are more than welcome to stay, Your Grace.”

But Nyx is already turning away from him and moving back toward the group of shifters he brought with him. One of them, a large brown male, shifts and passes by him in order to come closer to our group.

“Her things?” he asks, brows raised expectantly.

One of our enforcers looks back to Daniel with a panicked expression.

“She doesn’t come with anything,” Daniel says quickly.

The male, Nyx’s beta I presume, raises his brows higher. “You’re sending a breeder with nothing? Surely she comes with home comforts. Trinkets, even.”

“We wanted her to pack lightly for your travels,” he lies.

Nyx’s beta stares for a long moment before slowly turning to look over his shoulder at his alpha.

I’m not surprised at their reaction.

If I were atruebreeder, I’d be sent off with an abundance of things in order to make my travels comfortable and to honor me and the services I’d be providing for another pack. Even with shifter society having slowly moved away from the need for breeders over the past few decades, their customs are still remembered.

Daniel’s ill-preparedness is only making him look like a complete idiot.

All he saw when he sold me were dollar signs. If he’d done just a little bit of research to make this entire transaction look authentic, he would at least be sending me with a suitcase or two and dressed me in something more modest in order to entice my new owner.

But no, here he is sending me in a thin cloth set that barely covers anything and is practically see-through—not at all proper for a breeder.

Hell, what do I know though?

Nyx’s face doesn’t move.

Instead, he simply fixes my alpha with a blank expression that betrays none of his feelings on the matter. I can’t tell if that makes Daniel more uncomfortable or not, but if his twitching is anything to go by, I’d say it’s the former.

Nyx’s beta sighs before turning back around. He gestures to me with a wave of his hand, beckoning me forward.

I don’t move. I’m too afraid this is another test.

A hand presses against my back, roughly moving me forward. “Go on. He’s calling for you.”

I stumble, forcing myself not to look back at Daniel and glare at him. Tentatively, I inch forward, carefully crossing the distance between my soon-to-be old pack and my new one. The chainsaround my ankles rattle slightly as I move, drawing the beta’s eyes down to them immediately.

I’m terrified of what’s going to happen as soon as I’m taken away. What awaits me in the Southern Lands?

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“Surely you’ll at least send her with a key for these?” Nyx’s beta loops a single finger around the chains linking my wrists together, lifting them high in the air above my head.

There’s a subtle shifting behind me, the sound of one or two of the enforcers patting themselves down as they search for said key. I doubt they even brought one, probably banking on the fact that my new owner would appreciate me chained up and compliant.

It’s a surprise to all of us that the Soleus pack would even want me able to walk around freely.

Nyx’s beta frowns deeply, his eyes fixated on something over my shoulder while he continues to wait with his finger still looped under the chain. I’m desperate to know what he’s thinking—what Nyx is thinking, for that matter.

The alpha’s expression is carefully blank, almost bored while he watches our exchange.

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