Page 108 of Rejected Mate's Baby for the Alpha King

“Father. I think you’ve met my mate, the king of the wolves.” I placed a hand on my belly. I really did love watching the blood drain from his face as he realized what had happened. His path to absolute power was through me all along, and now, he would never get to touch it.

Rather than conceding, Bruce’s face turned murderous. “You can’t have a fucking mate. You belong to me, bitch!”

Rhyson’s fist swung down, and there was a sickening crack before Bruce fell unconscious to the floor. “That is the last time he gets to even look at you,” Rhyson snarled, and snatched the frame from me. “Don’t touch this. I don’t want you anywhere near any part of him. Is there anything in this house you want to get before I burn it to the ground?”

Resolute, I shook my head. I was done with this place.

Rhyson kissed the top of my head. “Then let’s go home.”

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Rhyson

Bruce Callahan was executed two days later. There wasn’t a single vote to save him among the alphas, although I didn’t know if that was because they didn’t think he should be saved or because they were terrified of their new king.

My predecessor hadn’t executed a single alpha, and I had sent a clear message. Things would be different.

I didn’t draw out his execution. We’d done a formal challenge. If he’d killed me, he could have walked free. Instead, he was dead within sixty seconds of the fight. The bastard deserved to be toyed with for hours, but Maya insisted on watching, and I wouldn’t do that to her.

Afterward, I showered. When I got out, I’d expected to be alone, but there was my mate, lounging on the wall as if she wasn’t late for an extremely important event.

I paused. “I knew it. This was a terrible idea. We’ll push it off until tomorrow.”

“We absolutely will not. This is exactly what I wanted, but there was something I needed to do before I head down. It’s not like it can start without me.”

“True.” My entire body warmed as I looked into her eyes. I still couldn’t believe that she was mine. That she was my queen. “Anything you want, baby.”

“I need a palate cleanser between you executing my father and you marrying me.” Reaching up, she let the slip she’d been wearing fall from her shoulders. “What do you say?”

Growling, I pulled her close to me. “Only if you promise to walk down that aisle with my come dripping in your pussy.”

She giggled, a lovely girlish sound that I got to hear more and more now that she knew she was safe and loved. “I think I can promise that.”

“Just as you’re about to promise to be mine forever,” I whispered as I slid my hands down her body and let the towel that had been wrapped around my waist fall down.

She wrapped her arms around me as I pushed her against the wall and slid in. “Just as you are about to promise to be mine,” she reminded me.

I sealed that promise with a kiss.

THE END

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