Page 38 of Rejected and Pregnant By the Alpha
“Good morning, Aliah,” I greet, taking the head seat.
It seems I was the last to arrive, as everyone was seated around the very large table. I can feel everyone’s eyes on me as we begin to eat, sensing the questions they hold back for fear of being disrespectful toward me.
“King Julian,” someone calls my name tentatively. “Are we free to talk about hernow?”
My fork pauses mid-air as I am about to take a bite of some scrambled eggs. It seems these wolves can’t talk about Hannah around me still. So why could Mikos and Fabian?
“Actually, his command about not talking about Hannah broke two days ago,” Fabian answers instead, sipping on his coffee. “It was because Julian realized that Hannah is his mate, and the command broke without King Julian needing to say anything,” he continues, grinning at our packmates.
“So… is Alpha Hannah going to come back home?” Aliah asks, her eyes wide.
“I am not sure if she even considers the royal pack her home,” I state, placing my fork on the plate before me. “Everyone in the royal pack either spread rumors about Hannah or believed the rumors that were already circulating, me included,” I continue. With another sigh, I explain what happened the day Hannah was banished. The wolves before me listen, some in shock, some with remorse and guilt. Many had thought that I banished Hannah because she tried to seduce me again, as a maid had seen Hannah being carried from my room in Fabian’s arms. Shocked, I turn to see my friend, who keeps his gaze down.
“I warned her when we were in the elevator that day to leave your room because of your rut. I didn’t think that you would have taken off like a madman, and when you reached your room, I knew whoever was in there was your mate,” Fabian explains, a frown on his face. “It wasn’t until Hannah linked me about her needing my help because you rejected her that I knew she was the one who was in your room that night,” he continues.
I groan and lean back in my chair, the familiar feeling of guilt creeping in.
“Is it safe to say those rumors were just that—rumors?” Aliah asks, her voice laced with sadness.
“Yes,” I answer, a depreciating smile on my lips.
“All the rumors that were spread about Hannah were just that—false rumors.” I look down the table at each of my wolves and see them all looking remorseful. Hannah was never the she-wolf the pack made her out to be.
“We should all apologize to her when we get the chance,” Mikos says. A murmur of agreement sounds around the table, and I smile. It seems my wolves know when to accept their wrongdoings and are ready to make amends.
“If we want to make amends, we need to start by putting things right in the royal pack. Let’s tell everyone the truth and clear Hannah’s name of being a gold digger,” another she-wolf chimes in, lifting the mood around the table.
Grinning, I sit back and enjoy breakfast, happy to know my wolves are ready to help my mate, even if it is by clearing up the rumors.
“When we get back from the tour, I will personally address the pack and explain everything to them regarding Hannah, but your help is greatly appreciated as I want to win my mate back as quickly as possible,” I state, receiving smiles from everyone.
“For now, let’s eat, and then you all can go explore Haven Trail and ask how living here is for me. I want reports at the end of the day.”
39
Hannah
Curled up in a bath of ice water, I whimper and push back the pain of my heat. Jiya came in a while ago to say Saben woke up. I was happy to hear my baby was awake and that the wolfsbane was gone from his small body, but I hated that I couldn’t be there as the first person he saw when he woke up.
“Mama?” The door to the bathroom opens, and I plaster a smile onto my face, not wanting Saben to see me in pain.
“Hi, baby,” I greet him as Saben walks into the bathroom and stands by the large bathtub.
“Granny Jiya says you’re in heat. Is it painful?” he asks, his green eyes filled with worry.
“It’s just really hot in here for me, Saben,” I answer carefully, not wanting to give too much away. He looks at me as if he doesn’tbelieve my words, and I sigh. My son is too smart for a five-year-old some days.
“Mama, do you want Dr. Grace to come take care of you?” he asks, and I chuckle. Of course, my son would think that I should have Dr. Grace come and treat me.
“Sorry, Saben, but a doctor can’t help me,” I begin to explain. “Heat is a cycle a mama goes through. It tells her mate that her body is ready for another baby.”
Saben lights up at this, his green eyes shining with mischief. “Does this mean I can have a brother?” he asks excitedly, making me laugh.
“Sorry, baby, but Mama needs a mate to give you a little brother,” I say through my chuckles, watching Saben pout at this. “Besides, you might end up with a baby sister,” I add.
Saben stays quiet, looking down at his hands that clutch the edge of the bathtub. I sigh, reaching out and gently poking his nose.
“One day, Mama will give you lots of brothers and sisters, but you need to wait a bit,” I promise, and my son perks up at this.
