Page 38 of Rejected and Pregnant by the Alpha (Forbidden Alpha Kings #52)
Julian
The blaring alarm wakes me from my slumber, and I jolt upright in bed, my heart hammering in my chest. I was dreaming of Hannah in my arms; her soft moans of pleasure while I made love to her felt so real that even now, I can hear them ringing in my ears.
Groaning, I grab my phone off the bedside table and quickly turn off the alarm, falling back onto the bed and slowly moving my hand down my body to my rock-hard cock as my mind wanders back to Hannah.
Something was wrong with her last night when she demanded that I leave her cottage.
She sounded desperate, as if trying to hide something.
Not only that, but her scent had changed, becoming sweeter to the point that my body was twitching with need by the time I returned to my room in the guest house.
Even now, my body still desires Hannah, to have her under me in bed, writhing in pleasure, but I know that is not going to happen.
Closing my eyes, I bring up the images of my dream and groan, my hand stroking my cock while my mind imagines Hannah riding me.
My hips buck as I stroke my cock faster, my groans becoming louder and louder until finally, my release comes, my seed spurting onto my hand and lap in quick bursts.
Sinking into the mattress, I gasp for breath and close my eyes.
Goddess, it’s been five long years since I last had sex, and now, after only two days since meeting Hannah again, I am craving her warm flesh.
Deciding to get my mind off Hannah for the time being, I climb out of bed and make my way to the bathroom, taking a much-needed cold shower. The cold water rushing over my body helps to calm my thoughts, and I sigh. Something feels off today. Something involving Hannah.
Sighing, I quickly finish my shower and dry off, pulling a pair of jeans and a T-shirt from my suitcase and getting dressed. I spent the last two days putting off my duties; today I need to speak with the Haven Trail wolves.
“Julian, are you up?” Fabian’s voice calls from the other side of the wooden door.
“Yeah, you can come in,” I call back.
The door opens, and Fabian and Mikos walk in, both grinning.
“Theta Aidan wants you to help with the interrogation,” Mikos announces as soon as he steps into my room, an easygoing smile on his face. But his left eye twitches slightly before he looks away. Strange; it seems my men are hiding something from me.
“What about Hannah?” I ask, pulling on a pair of sneakers and motioning for my friends to leave my room. We enter the guest house hall and make our way downstairs to the smell of food.
“She is staying at her cottage to take care of Saben,” Fabian answers, scratching his cheek, a habit he has when he’s trying to lie. Hannah isn’t taking care of Saben, even though our pup is her whole world. So what is going on?
“I’m fine with interrogating the hunters we kept alive,” I state, deciding that I will find out what is happening to Hannah once I’m done dealing with the humans who captured my son with the intent to sell or even harm him.
“Great. After that, we can talk to the Haven Trail wolves. I bet their opinion of you has changed since you saved Saben,” Fabian adds, relief tinting his voice.
Trying not to scoff, I join my wolves in the small dining room of the guest house and grin to see that many have prepared a large breakfast.
“Good morning, King Julian,” a she-wolf says, bowing her head as I walk past her.
“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 her now?”
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.”