Page 57 of Rejected and Pregnant By the Alpha King

I shake my head. “No, but my best friend back home is like a sister to me.”

Rose frowns. “I bet you miss her.”

“Yes. Maybe one day she can come visit.” That is, if she’s ever told what pack I’ve been taken to.

And that’s on the assumption that Nyx will even let a strange shifter past his borders. Daniel is such a paranoid narcissist that he believes any shifter passing through is plotting to off him or take over his pack.

When my dad left, his paranoia only got worse.

“Well, I don’t think Nyx would care. So, yeah. If she ever wants to.” Rose shrugs. “Maybe she’ll like it there better.”

It’s obviously a dig at my pack and their poor status, but her off-handed comment has me intrigued. “Does your alpha usually take in strays?”

“Hm…that’s a tough question. Yes and no. It depends.”

On what? I want to ask. Though, I have a feeling that she’s not going to tell me. If she wanted to, she would’ve volunteered the information like everything else she’s been saying. With this, she’s been rather cryptic, which means that either I’m not allowed to know that as an outsider, or she’s not allowed to say anything.

With her brother being the beta of the pack, I’m sure Rose has a lot of insider knowledge into how her pack runs, even if she isn’t supposed to.

Smiling, I say, “I’ll let her know, if she ever wants to come and visit.”

“Just make sure to clear it with Nyx. He’s…sometimes in a mood.”

Instantly my heart stutters.

The sound of that is both foreboding and telling of my future. These “moods”...are they bad? Good? Indifferent? She said it in a way that makes me nervous.

“Well, anyway.” Rose scoots back on her bed enough to grab at the covers and dig her body under them. “We should probably get some sleep. Wren will be banging on our door before the sun comes up because he likes to torture me with an early morning run every day.”

Nodding, I stand and grab at my own covers, pulling them back so that I can slip under them. Even with this motel being the way that it is, having some kind of cushion under me that isn’t my own balled-up clothing feels like absolute heaven.

Nothing else matters but this glorious night’s sleep I’m about to get.

“Night, Raine,” Rose says with a yawn.

“Night,” I say as my eyes slowly drift closed.

25

Raine

True to Rose’s word, Wren does show up bright and early in the morning.

She grumbles as she rolls out of bed, pushing past him with a shove of her shoulder that barely even moves him. His eyes fixate on me as he hovers in the doorway, causing me to sit up and rub at my eyes.

I’m just about to throw back the covers, figuring that he wants me to join them, when he says, “Food will be brought to you shortly. Do you need anything?”

I open my mouth, about to tell him no, when a wave of nausea hits me. I haven’t eaten in days and at the mere mention of it, my morning sickness has decided to rear its ugly head.

Shoving my sheets back, I try to move as slowly as possible as I rise to my feet. The room around me spins while black spotscloud my vision. I’ve been running on pure adrenaline these past few weeks and without any food in me, it seems my body’s finally decided to call it quits.

I sway on my feet as I try to head for the bathroom. Suddenly, the room around me goes blurry.

“Shit!” is all I hear before darkness claims me.

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My body feels weird when I come back into consciousness. I have no idea where I am or what time it is. The fuzzy memories of when I collapsed are the last thing I remember.

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