Page 106 of Rejected Mate's Baby for the Alpha King

“Yours, Maya.” Slowly, he entered me and leaned down to kiss me. “One hundred percent yours.”

“Mine.” Sighing, I wrapped my arms around him and buried my head into his neck while he moved inside of me. “Rhyson.”

“Baby?” He stopped over me. “Am I hurting you?”

“Never.” Unable to help it, I let the tears spring to my eyes. He tried to sit up, but I held on, and he carried me up until I was straddling him, his cock still embedded deep inside of me. Not once did he let me go.

His cock twitched inside of me, but he kept still as he held me while I found my balance. “You are my home,” I whispered. “From the moment you rescued me at the hotel, you’ve been my home base. Even when I wanted to hate you, I needed you. I need you to know that.”

“Maya,” he whispered, and framed my face with his hands as he kissed me. “Everyone who has ever hurt you will feel my wrath, and that includes myself. I will be your home. I will be anything you need, because you are my heart.”

I moved over him, whimpering at the pleasure, until I shattered around him. Afterward, he gently cleaned me up and held me. Exhaustion started to set in and I closed my eyes, so grateful that I was in his arms.

“I thought I’d never leave this cursed mountain,” Rhyson muttered as he kissed me. “But I found my mate and my sister.”

Emily. His sister. Gasping, I jerked upright. “Oh my God, your sister! Rhyson, Champ was working with someone. There’s someone in this pack who knows who Emily and Gemma are. If my father gets to them…”

“London and I are way ahead of you. Champ is alive, and we’ll get the name of the traitor. Then we’ll get your father.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “You listened to me.”

At that, he chuckled. “It’s rare, but only because I’m stubborn. You’re right in that your father is a popular alpha, and I can’t just kill him, although if this plan doesn’t work, I will still just kill him. Consider it a bloody spot on my white hat.”

“I won’t fight you.”

Closing my eyes, I called to my wolf, and she came. The shift, normally so long and painful, was a little easier. Maybe because I believed in her, or maybe it was because she believed in me. Still, she came, and the pain ebbed as her magic started to heal me.

Rhyson knelt down on the floor and touched my wolf’s head. She surged up inside of me, and I let go of the reins, knowing that Rhyson would keep her safe.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “Thank you for keeping her safe all these years. Thank you for keeping her safe for me.”

Whimpering, she butted her head up against him, and I could feel the love between us, bond or no bond.

The moment was broken by a knock at the door. “That’ll be the food. Heal, Maya. Then you can eat.”

When he opened the door, a cart was wheeled in. I waited until the door was closed before I shifted back. The wounds had healed, and I was eager to get my hands on him again.

We sat together on the bed, eating and leaning against each other. Despite wanting him, exhaustion weighed down on me once I’d eaten, and I leaned against him and closed my eyes.

“You can sleep, sweetheart. I’ll be here all night.”

A small sound of contentment slipped out of me, but before I could sleep, there was a knock at the door. “The prisoner is awake and ready to talk,” London said through the door.

“We’ll do it in the morning,” Rhyson growled, but I sat up.

“No,” I called out. “We won’t. We’ll do it now.”

I turned my head, expecting Rhyson to argue, but he just arched an eyebrow. “Whatever my queen wants.”

“What your queen wants is for this to be over. We get him to confess, and then we get my father, and then, maybe, we can finally take a breath and name the little prince growing inside of me.”

With a nod, he stood and held out his hand. “Then let’s end this.”

58

Maya

London had a helicopter. I knew Rhyson had questions about it, but he held them to himself. It was because of the helicopter that we were able to leave the mountain when we did.

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