Page 55 of The Alpha King's Curse: Part Two

The first time they had slept together, he had warned her not to get attached to him. She still had no idea why she had. Besides the time they’d spent locked away from the rest of the world, he’d always been cold and distant with her.

“I just want...”

She didn’t finish that sentence as she looked away from the man who brought such confusing and conflicting emotions out of her.

“What we want isn’t a priority right now. I’ll see you later. Dylan’s coming up.”

She sighed and looked outside the window. Something had to give. She had just over six months left until she was due. That was too long to go with no answers.

Dylan knocked and she called for him to enter. It was his turn to play bodyguard. She hadn’t seen anyone else besides Jackson, Dylan, Micah and the doctor since the incident in the garage.

“Why are you letting your food get cold? You know the baby needs it.”

She sighed again.

“Good morning to you, too,” she said sarcastically.

Jackson had ordered Dylan and Micah to move into the packhouse. From little bits of conversations she’d picked up, the pack had attacked and tied them up first before they had come after Jackson. Micah had moved in with his wife, whom she hadn’t yet met, but there was no one else in the house for security reasons.

“Hey, none of that attitude. I’m the kid’s uncle; I have to look out for the pup,” Dylan said as he put a selection of food from the tray onto the table and moved it over her.

“I wish all of you would stop acting like I don’t know I’m growing a child,” she huffed as she made herself comfortable on the pillows behind her and picked up her cutlery. “I’m not going to intentionally do anything to hurt her.”

Dylan pulled up a chair beside the bed and then sprawled on it.

“He said no again, didn’t he?”

She dropped her cutlery back on the plate and made a face.

“He shut me down before I could even ask. I mean, five minutes outside isn’t going to hurt anyone. He can even carry me out like a baby if he wants to.”

Dylan chuckled and then stopped when she glared at him.

“I don’t know what to tell you, Layla. I haven’t seen him like this before, but then again, he’s never got a woman pregnant before,” Dylan shrugged. “And things out there are still kind of hostile. He’s got a lot to do.”

“Maybe he wouldn’t have much to do if he didn’t spend all day in here with me,” she grumbled as she picked her cutlery up again and stabbed at her food.

“He has his reasons. Just cut him some slack.”

She looked over at the man who used to scare the shit out of her.

“He’s talked to you?

“No. Jax isn't much of a talker. Let him deal with this his way; I’m sure things will change when he’s more confident that you and the baby are okay.”

She was about to make another sarcastic remark when her sensitive ears picked up an argument at the gate.

And then a deep growl that made the hair on the back of her neck stand.

“What’s that?”

She looked at Dylan, but he was already looking at her with a thoughtful frown.

“You heard that?”

Shit.

Chapter 30

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