Page 146 of The Alpha King's Curse: Part One

“I am stronger than all the others because my bloodline is different. So I rule over many territories.”

It was a simple way of putting it. There was no need to scare her with tales of who he really was.

“So our child will be a prince or princess?”

Our child. She was doing it again. His heart skipped as she lay against it, making him crave things he couldn’t have again.

“Yes.”

And when her mood fell, he knew it was because she thought of the child she would have to leave behind and never see again.

“When we’ve rested, I’ll take you back to town so you can visit your sister for a little while,” he said.

He would promise anything to stop her from feeling like that. People became surrogates all the time, but never any feelings were involved. Not like this, anyway. She made him feel like the dick that was forcing her to abandon her child.

“I miss her. I haven’t spoken to her since...”

Of course. How could he have been so dense? With all the shit happening, he had forgotten that he had taken her phone and had told her she could only make supervised phone calls.

“I’m sorry, Layla. We’ll rest and then call her to tell her the good news.”

His mate’s mood lifted, and all was right in his world again.

Even if he was going to have to deal with more shit for kicking everyone out of the packhouse for however long it had been and then blocking them out of his head. He didn’t even know if they were alright. Some Alpha King he was.

Chapter 77

What the hell was going on?

Though Jackson had said she had been in heat, he hadn’t explained how that was possible. And it didn’t explain any of the other things. Was all of it only happening because of all her time with Jackson? And if that was the case, did that mean she would turn into a werewolf like him?

The first thought that floated through her mind was that she wouldn’t have to leave her baby behind if that happened. She could stay and be a real family with Jackson.

But she pushed that thought aside. Despite all these odd thoughts and feelings for him, she didn't even like Jackson. And she had Brit to think about. She couldn’t abandon her sister. It would have been better if she left before this pregnancy was confirmed.

She sucked in a breath as something else occurred to her. She was feeling completely fine now. No nausea, no fever... That had to mean that she had felt like that because of the heat. She wasn’t pregnant. She could leave with Dylan and not feel guilty about taking his child.

And she wouldn’t feel guilty about leaving Jackson.

He’d said he had claimed her, and she was making his situation better by being with him, but who would make her situation better? He was still going to throw her out once the baby was born, and that was something she couldn’t imagine.

Besides, she had more reasons to leave. What if all this stuff happening to her was permanent? What if she had already damaged herself by being with Jackson? She would never be able to live out in the world alone without being locked away in an asylum when she got caught. Jackson was only worried about himself; he wouldn’t think about her future after him.

The man himself came out of the dressing room dressed in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. His hair was still damp from his shower.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as he walked towards the bed.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re... Are you unhappy, Layla? I don’t know what else I can do for you or give you to make you feel... anything else.”

How was it even possible that someone could sense how she felt? It felt like a violation and made her uncomfortable. How was she supposed to guard her emotions on top of everything else?

“I’m fine,” she lied, giving him a small smile. “It’s just a lot to take in.”

Jackson looked into her eyes for a moment before he nodded.

“Take all the time you need to get used to it. Rest now; I’ll bring some food when I’ve spoken to Micah.”

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