Page 58 of Rejected and Pregnant By the Alpha King

Voices surround me, sounding near and far at the same time.

“…yeah, because they haven’t fuckingfed her, Nyx.”

“She’s a breeder. She’s supposed to be well-fed.”

“Look at her. She’s skin and fucking bones. I’ll be surprised if she hasn’t already lost the pregnancy.”

The answering growl sends a chill down my spine. “Don’tsay that shit.”

“Well, that’s the reality of what we’re dealing with.”

I struggle to push through the darkness surrounding me, but it’s so hard to. Everything is heavy, weighing me down until all I can feel is the pressure to remain where I am. Curiosity has me interested though; I want to know what they mean.

It sounds like Wren talking to, or rather scolding, his alpha.

Which is…not good. Especially if they’re talking about me. The one silver lining to all of this is that I know for a fact that I’m still pregnant. However, if Nyx is planning on me getting rid of it so he can get me pregnant himself, then what does it matter if I lose it?

That’d certainly makehislife easier.

“We need to take her to a healer,” Wren says.

There’s a long sigh that answers him. That’s all I remember hearing until my waves of dizziness pull me back under and I’m lost to the darkness yet again.

For some time I float there, letting my body relax into the nothingness that I can only describe as beyond oblivion. Here I don’t hurt. My pain and suffering are nothing and mean nothing. I want to stay here forever, and yet, my wolf howls at me to return to the surface.

Blinking my eyes open is harder than I remember, but when I finally manage to, the light overhead is soft.

“Hey, she’s awake.” Rose’s voice comes from somewhere on my left.

I try to lift my head up from the pillow, but find it difficult to move even a single inch off of it. Instead, I turn my head to the left to see where Rose is, and find myself staring at a very real line of fluid hooked up to a needle going into my arm.

My eyes widen immediately.

“Oh shit.” Rose’s hand darts out to press down on my shoulder, keeping me pinned to the bed. “Don’t move, or you’ll rip the line out.”

I wasn’t planning on it, but now I’m feeling suddenly claustrophobic.

Had I been so bad that I needed an IV? And how the hell did they get this?

“Let me take a look at her.” An older woman comes into view, her eyes squinted from age while she readjusts the glasses perched on her nose.

I hold still while she leans over me, examining me with her eyes while she hums softly to herself.

“Um.” My throat is so dry. “I’m fine.”

Behind the older woman, I spot Rose crossing her arms and giving me a frown. Clearly I’m not all that convincing.

“Dear, when was the last time you ate?” the older woman asks.

My lips part as I try to think up some kind of lie, but nothing comes to mind. My head is so fried from being locked down in the cellar that I can’t even think of the kinds of foods Ishouldbe eating while newly pregnant.

She leans away from me and then presses her hands into my stomach.

The discomfort has me grunting.

“Still in there,” she says, smiling at me.

For some reason, Rose lets out a soft exhale. When I glance over at her again, she looks more relaxed than she had been only a moment earlier. “I can go get her something to eat.”

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