Page 21 of Rejected and Pregnant by the Alpha (Forbidden Alpha Kings #52)
Hannah
Looking over the files on my computer, I diligently work through the new program that my company, Trail Corporation, will be launching in about a week.
Claira sits off to the side, a bored look on her face while she waits for me to skim through the new program and run the final tests.
“We really need to talk about the royal tour coming up,” Claira calls out unhurriedly, flipping through a magazine.
“We can talk about it when I am done with this,” I retort absent-mindedly, earning a snort from my friend.
“We both know you would rather stab your eye with silver than talk about your ex coming to visit our pack,” she says.
My fingers pause over the keyboard as her words sink in, and I sigh.
Two years ago, I had confided in Claira, Aileen, Jiya, and Aidan about who Saben’s father is after my pup threw a tantrum in daycare that required Aileen and me to hold him down before he could cause serious harm to the other pups in the pack.
My poor son had been pushed down onto the ground by a boy his age, who teased Saben about his white hair and called him a weak little girl.
This had set my son off, as he loved our hair color since it was rare among wolf-kind.
He picked up the nearest chair and threw it at the boy before letting out what I was told was a deep snarl of rage.
Thankfully, the teacher managed to get the other children out before Saben could throw anything else and called me right away.
Aileen was with me when I got the call, the vampire demanding she come with me as we rushed out of the office building where Trail Corporation resided, the feisty woman fiercely protective of my little boy.
It took us fifteen minutes to get back to the pack and to the building where the daycare was located.
In that time, Saben had managed to tear the classroom apart and was blinded by anger, his body humming with the blood of a royal wolf.
Aileen and I had to quickly hold down my little boy, who was kicking and thrashing, unaware that it was his mama and auntie trying to help him.
But as soon as our scents reached his nose, my son froze, his gaze shifting back to its normal green hue.
I comforted my pup for a moment before telling him to stay with Auntie Aileen while I marched toward the teacher, demanding to know what happened.
That’s when I learned about the bullying from the other pup.
After mind-linking his parents about the situation and demanding they come to my office in the pack house and bring their son the next day, Aileen and I took Saben home, where my pup proceeded to cry and apologize.
News spread about my pup’s actions, and after putting him to bed, I found Claira, Jiya, and Aidan sitting in my living room, asking me how Saben was doing.
Faced with their questions about what caused Saben to go off in a rage and Aileen stating that his blood smelled stronger and purer than most wolves, I broke down in tears and explained my past as the hidden guard to King Julian Christiansen.
They listened silently, Aileen and Jiya sitting beside me and comforting me as I relived the rejection.
I thought my friends would be mad at me for keeping such information to myself for three years.
Instead, they promised not to tell anyone, not even Saben, about my pup being the alpha king’s son and vowed to stand by me if I ever decided to talk to Julian face-to-face.
A weight was lifted off my shoulders that day, and I spent the last two years in bliss, growing both my company and my pack. Then I received the dreaded email from Julian himself, stating there would be a royal tour this year and that my pack would be the last one to be visited.
“Julian and his wolves won’t be here for another three months,” I say, resuming my work on testing this new program.
“So, there isn’t anything to worry about.
Besides, our pack has solidified its position here in Canada as one of the top five strongest packs,” I add, my lips curling into a grin.
The tests for this new program continue to run, and I push my chair back.
It will be a full day before I get the results, and I have been working with barely any breaks for the last seven hours.
I miss my little pup and need some mommy–son time tonight.
“If these test results come back positive tomorrow, we can finalize the new program and have it out to our customers by next week,” I state, standing and stretching my body.
“Already? Our programmers need a promotion soon if it comes out well,” Claira says with an impressed whistle. I silently agree with her, wondering what sort of reward our workers would like once our new security program is launched.
“We can discuss their promotions in two weeks when we get feedback on the program after its launch,” I say, pushing my chair under my desk and beginning to gather my things.
“For now, why don’t we head home and get some much-needed rest?
I know Saben is excited to have a movie night with you and me,” I add with a yawn, earning an excited grin from Claira.
“I think that sounds like a great idea,” Claira agrees, throwing the magazine onto the coffee table and rushing to her feet. She comes up beside me, looping her arm through mine as we leave my office.
I quickly set the security alarm as soon as we exit the room; the program inside my computer is too important to risk anyone walking in and ruining our progress.
Claira watches with amusement, not bothering to say anything since the security system used to protect my office was designed by the two of us.
No one in our company was dumb enough to try to break in; the moment they do, a silent alarm sounds to both my cellphone and the police, alerting them to a burglary in progress and causing the police to rush to my office, ready to arrest the thief.
Not only that, but the security system wipes my computer clean within seconds, making anything the thief is trying to steal impossible to access.
That is, impossible for anyone else. For me, all I need to do is type in a code, and I regain all my files without fear.
“I heard Jiya and her kitchen staff are making a feast of butter chicken, roti, gulab jamun, and other traditional Indian food from her hometown,” Claira says as we make our way to the elevator.
“She is. She’s roping in the pups to help with some of the cooking as well, so expect some over-seasoned meals,” I add, watching Claira frown. Laughing at my friend, I press the call button for the elevator.
“So, I should have lots of water on hand to politely scarf down the food at the pack house. Got it,” Claira groans dramatically.
I roll my eyes at my beta, pulling her inside the elevator as soon as the doors open, and I press the button for underground parking. “Yes. Now behave. We need to look professional around the humans in our company,” I mock chastise, suppressing the giggles threatening to spill from my lips.
Claira straightens up quickly, her childish demeanor gone as the elevator descends. “I just hope Jiya watches these kids like a hawk. I love her traditional cooking and am really looking forward to the gulab jamun,” my friend mutters, and my lips curve into a full-blown smile.
“You might have to fight Saben for that gulab jamun,” I point out, watching my friend’s face fall.
“I can’t fight my nephew,” she screeches as the elevator comes to a stop. “He is too cute to fight!” she continues as we exit into the underground parking.
My lips twitch, the laughter threatening to spill from my mouth as Claira and I rush to my car, a Hyundai Kona that Aileen bought me, stating my van was too much of a hassle to drive with a child.
“Well, you better work on your negotiation skills because we both know you’ll cave and give him your dessert as soon as he asks for your gulab jamun and gives you his puppy dog eyes,” I tease, placing my things into the back seat before climbing into the driver’s seat.
Claira is already inside, buckled into the front passenger seat. “I know. Why did you have to make such a cute kid?” she agrees, sending me a mock glare.
I shake my head, deciding to ignore her question as I drive out of the parking spot and make our way home.