Rejected, Then Reborn
Chapter 29

Thursday night.

Lacy couldn’t sleep.

No no no, this time it wasn’t because she was making any crazy plans to escape.

No no, it also wasn’t because her bum was hurting or she had any other kind of bodily pain.

No, it wasn’t because she had anything on her mind, what is wrong with you? I’m the one telling the story! Let me tell it for crying out loud.

Anyway, Lacy just couldn’t sleep because she was… hungry.

Hungry for food… anything at all that would fill her stomach and put all of those annoying butterflies to sleep. The human girl wanted nothing more than to sink into her comfortable sheets, but sometimes, there was just this kind of yearning for food that even made chasing sleep impossible.

It was the kind that plagued Lacy in that moment.

Left with no choice but to try and satisfy her hunger, the dark-haired girl crawled out of bed. It took a while for it to register in her brains that she could come and go as she pleased now, that she was no more a prisoner, and she took a frustrated deep breath at just how much time she wouldn’t have wasted had she remembered this tiny little fact earlier.

Lacy took a look at her outfit, a beautiful, vintage, silky red number that consisted of a loose camisole-like top and the most comfortable pair of booty shorts to go along with it, lace lined at their edges. A gift from Princess Anaya.

Lacy absolutely loved the nightie, being one of those people who like to feel soft, sleep inducing fabric against her skin while preparing to turn in for the night, her collection of baggy t-shirts had kind of left her feeling slightly incomplete, but as prisoner, she couldn’t really complain, and she had surprisingly actually started liking them as well. But, oh… one could not deny the effect that lace and silk had on a woman.

Now the question was, did she go out looking like this, or did she cover up?

Her outfit wasn’t even that inappropriate, why was she overthinking things, for fucksake?

Lacy glanced at her—well, at Reed’s—watch.

2:38 am.

Surely, that was a late enough time, right? Unless they were vampires, then it was the totally perfect time to come out and play, right?? Thankfully, they were not, and so with that decided, Lacy took in a deep breath, “Ah, f**k it.”

Stepping out like that it was.

Lacy turned the keys in the lock and walked out, the guard deep in sleep right at her door almost frightening her senseless. f**k, she had forgotten about him for a hot minute.

But hey, thank the gods for small mercies, right?

It was a good thing that he was asleep, because Lacy didn’t even want to begin to fathom just how awkward it would have been had he seen her looking like this. Who knew? Perhaps, he would have been okay with it, but she most certainly would not be able to look him in the face any time soon.

Truly, thank God for small mercies.

Lacy took a look at him deeply sleeping on the cold hard ground and her heart welled with pity. He was here because of her stubbornness. The very least thing she could do was give him some form of comfort, no matter how small it was. And so with that settled, she went inside for a cozy blanket and oh so slowly covered him with it, praying under bated breath that he did not stir.

Thankfully, he didn’t.

But still, none of this convinced the human girl to go in for a cover up. She was just going to be in and out of the kitchen after all, so there was no need for that, she reasoned.

Lacy found her way into the gigantic ultra-modern kitchen way more easily than she had imagined, but she didn’t really think much of it, because at that point, it kind of seemed as though her stomach had a mind of its own. She went right over to the huge double doored fridge and opened it, a sigh of relief escaping her lips when she saw a Tupperware filled with fried rice, and another one filled with brown beef sauce.

Just grab the carton of milk and pour yourself a glass, Lacy.

That voice in her head admonished in frustration, but she shut it down. A glass of milk would have worked had it been the first thing she had seen when she opened the fridge, but now she had seen fried rice and sauce. No matter how many cartons of milk she drank, she was never going to be filled. Yes, your girl was a sucker for savory goodness.

In that moment, memories of home filled Lacy’s mind. How her mother always had a prerecorded message of admonishment ready for her should her nightly escapades bring her anywhere near the kitchen or the fridge.

Lacy, if you’re looking for one specific thing to satisfy your hunger, chances are you’re probably not hungry.

For god’s sake Lacy, just go and sleep it off.

Young lady, I hope for your sake that you’d hit the gym first thing in the morning to burn all of that off.

The human girl couldn’t believe she even missed those annoying moments.

Before she knew it, her fingers were unconsciously clasping around the carton of milk. Now, would you look at that? Gods’ knew how many kilometers of distance was between them, and her mother still had that much influence over her life.

Lacy turned to get a glass so she could pour some of the milk and keep in the microwave for a few minutes, but a loud gasp escaped her lips as she jumped with a fearful start, and the thankfully closed carton fell to the ground with a loud thud.

“OH, MY GOODNESS, REED!” She practically shrieked, “What the f**k is wrong with you?”

But Reed couldn’t answer her question. For one, he was pretty sure that it was a rhetorical question, but just in case it wasn’t, he still wasn’t sure that she’d like the answers on his mind anyway. And the second reason was the fact that this was the first time she was calling him by his first name, it made him feel… surprisingly content.

But what the f**k was she doing in his kitchen at that ungodly hour, wearing… that?

It was almost funny, and satirically ironic that the Alpha King was hungry and in need of food, only to come to the kitchen to find one perfectly packaged and ready for him.

He had had to do a double take when he saw her like that, knees bent at a fuckable angle as she scanned the fridge for gods knew what, her amazing a*s on display. Reed would be damned if he didn’t admit that it didn’t instantly send b***d pulsing straight to his c**k.

To think that her guard had seen her come out like that.

Wait.

Her guard.

He had seen her come out like this?

Just as quickly, that wave of desire washed away, only to be replaced with anger. “Did he see you like this?” The words were so low, they almost came out as a whisper, but he knew she heard them, and her next line of words confirmed it. “Did who see me like this?”

“Your guard.”

Oh.

Lacy was confused as to the Alpha King’s line of questioning, but she humored him nonetheless. “Uhm, no. H—he was asleep when I left.” Why was he looking at her like that?

Like she was some snack he wanted to devour?

In that moment, the human girl cursed her decision to come out looking like that.

It didn’t matter that her nightwear was in the pH scale of nightwears and lingeries a good ten on the safe and decent department. In that moment, she was practically naked if the way his irises had darkened was anything to go by.

The Alpha King took a step in her direction, surprisingly content with the fact that the guard had not seen her looking like this, even though he needed to be punished for sleeping on the job like so, and Lacy took one back, noticing the smirk of glee that suddenly appeared on his face at what had slowly become their thing. They seemed to be doing the one step forward, one step backward thing a lot now that he thought about it.

He took another step, she took one back, and on and on it continued until her back touched the fridge and she realised with horror that there was nowhere to turn to.

“You’re trapped, fiery one,” He full-on grinned at her predicament, taking the final step to close the distance between them. At that point, Lacy was practically heaving, his intoxicating scent filling her nostrils and cutting off her supply of air until she was all he was inhaling. He reached out to play with the lace trimmings on her loose, silky red camisole, his nimble fingers lightly skimming her cleavage. Lacy bit her l*p to contain the m**n that threatened to burst out at the contact, “What—what are you doing here?” She threw at him to try and lighten the sensual atmosphere, hating how her voice came out light and airy.

“I was hungry, so I came for a snack… but I found a whole meal instead.” He rasped throatily, the words making her abdomen clench in pleasure, even as a blush of tomato red covered her cheeks, but Lacy did not want him to know just how much power he had over her, and so she tried to brush it off, “Pickup lines as horrible as that still work in the 21st century?”

She was awarded with a full laugh for her effort, and she didn’t know which was deadlier, the smoldering gaze from earlier or this deep, throaty melody with a side dish of dimples. “They seem to be working on you,”

“Yeah, you wish.” She countered with a grin of her own.

Somehow, it seemed that the laughter had dissipated the tension between them somewhat, but the Alpha King had to go and ruin it by dropping to his knees.

A panicked Lacy cried out, “What—what are you doing?”

But he only chuckled in delight, “Relax, fiery one… I only wanted to do this,” Lacy watched him reach for the carton of milk she had dropped earlier. “And this too.” He played with the lace trimmings on her night shorts, planting a little k**s on her inner thigh, and this time she couldn’t help it, she let out a soft gasp.

“Lace on Lace.” He murmured softly, reverently, sending more pleasurable shivers down Lacy’s spine.

“You know, I’ve always wondered,” He continued to muse out loud, his dark, suddenly husky voice tickling her creamy thighs. Lacy almost buckled under his touch, but he held her steady.

Oh Lord.

“What is it about lace and silk on a woman that makes a man lose his sense of reason?” He looked up at her, “Because all I can think about now is f*****g you right here, right now, all consequences be damned.”

Lacy swallowed a sigh of pleasure. She should push him away, slap him for being so vulgar, not f*****g lean into him, silently begging for more?

If only it were that easy.

The Alpha King stood up to his feet, staring her down as his chest heaved, and then he turned away sharply and made to leave, but then he turned right back. “Lacy, —”

But she cut him off, pulling him down to her level and claiming his lips like she had wanted to when she saw him at the cafeteria.

In that moment, if you ask Lacy where she got that sudden courage to pull that off, she would not be able to tell you, but the good thing was that he returned her k**s with the same vigor with which she gave, if not more.

Kissing him was fireworks.

Kissing him was cotton candy.

KISSING HIM WAS BLOODY SUGAR, SPICE AND EVERYTHING NICE!

And Lacy just couldn’t get enough.

Like their first k**s, this one was anything but gentle. It was a clash of two clans, each fully determined to dominate, to control, but this time it was ten times worse.

Reed’s hands were everywhere.

On her a*s, molding her firmly against his hot, hard length. On her back, softly brushing across red silk, drawing m**n after m**n from her lips. In her hair, tugging, throwing her head back for more access.

“f**k, Lacy… what are you doing to me? Is it selfish of me to still want you this badly, despite how much I’d promised to keep my distance?” He murmured against her mouth, continuing with his sweet, very much welcomed assault.

“Yes, Reed,” She murmured right back, “Yes, it is.”

They kissed for what seemed like ages, and then this time, unlike the last, Lacy abruptly pulled away before things got out of hand, her dark curls a mess, her pink soft lips swollen from the intensity of his k****s. She was the very picture of a woman thoroughly ravished.

But it needed to be done.

“Lacy, I—” He tried to reach for her again, but anything he was going to say was cut off by the sound of approaching footsteps.