Page 54 of Rejected Mate's Baby for the Alpha King

“Yeah. It’s complicated. Come on.” Opening the door, she walked in. A tall and slender woman was on top of the fridge. Long silver locks of hair fell over her shoulder, and her eyes glowed purple. I immediately stopped fearing Anna and started fearing this woman. Magic practically pulsed off her.

“Irene, this is Maya. She needs a little bit of help if you think you can come down,” Anna said calmly as she opened the refrigerator and pulled out a glass jar. “I’m going to make some eggs and toast. This jam is amazing. Want some?”

“Sure,” I said nervously as I stared up at the witch. “Are you okay?”

“Are you stupid?” Irene snarled. “Do you know of sane women who climb on top of refrigerators? No, because only crazy people do that.”

“You’re self-aware, so you can’t be that crazy,” I pointed out. “Can you inspect me from up there, or do you need to come down?”

“Irene, I swear to God, if you are on the refrigerator again,” a woman called from the back room. She came around the corner, a coffee mug in hand, and stopped short. “Oh. Hi, Anna. Are you here to check up on Irene?”

“If you get anywhere near me with that mug, I will blast you with so much magic you’ll be singing ‘Over the Rainbow’ for weeks,” Irene growled.

“Luckily, I don’t have to worry about that. I gave you a sedative ten minutes ago. Well, nine actually. So any minute now…” the woman said as she glanced at her watch.

Irene moaned and slumped off the fridge. With a yelp, Anna slammed the door shut and managed to break her fall. “Janelle! You drugged her and let her climb all the way up here?”

“For the record, the fridge climbing is new, and I was trying to finish the stupid tonic. Open her mouth, quickly, before she burns off the sedative.”

I watched in horror and wondered if I should intervene as Anna and Janelle opened Irene’s mouth and poured the liquid in. Irene coughed, cursed, and sat upright. Anna and Janelle immediately jumped back and stared at her.

After a few seconds, Irene sighed and shook her head. “Thanks. How bad was I?”

“You climbed the fridge again,” Anna said cheerfully. “We’re thinking of blocking it off with a chair, or maybe getting you a crate.”

“I will kill you,” Irene muttered before her gaze fell on me. “Who is this?”

Confused, I looked behind me, but she was talking to me. “I’m Maya. Anna and I came in a few seconds ago. I was told you might be able to help me.”

“Oh. Sorry. I’m experimenting with a new magic that has gone horribly wrong, and it’ll be another three weeks before I burn it off completely. It kind of makes me go into a fugue state, and I black out.”

Shit. “Maybe Sera was wrong, and you’re not the witch to help me.”

Irene and Janelle’s gazes snapped to me. “The fae sent you?” Irene demanded before she turned to Anna. “Did you know about this?”

“I did, and maybe she’ll tell us more of what’s happening if you help her because apparently, she’s feeling pretty loyal,” Anna said as she went back to the fridge. “Irene, if you broke the eggs, I’m going to be mad.”

While she made breakfast, Irene went to change and returned in a different pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. When Janelle raised an eyebrow, Irene wrinkled her nose. “I’m still feeling a little uncomfortable in clothes.”

“I’m sorry, are you pregnant too?” I asked.

“No, but I do feel like something is inside of me,” she muttered.

Janelle sighed. “I told you, there is nothing inside of you.”

“I said ‘feels,’ didn’t I?” Irene snapped. “Stupid wolf witch thinks she knows everything.”

“I know enough to keep you from losing your mind until the moon cycle finishes, don’t I?”

I cleared my throat. Whatever problem they were having, they were wasting my time. “You’re a wolf witch?”

Janelle looked at me and did a double take. Her eyes started to turn white, and I began to back up to the wall. “Stop,” Janelle ordered. “What is wrong with you? You’re a werewolf?”

“Uh, yes, and you’re scaring me. Right now, my wolf is a little unpredictable when I’m scared,” I warned her. “Why are your eyes white? Can you see my wolf?”

“No,” Janelle said tightly. “I can sense that you’re a werewolf, but I can’t see your wolf. I can see bonds, but there are no bonds around you. Even a rogue has bonds.”

“I…I mean, I’m bonded to an alpha. My father.”

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