The Alpha’s Rejected Mate

Chapter 4

Feeling the bed move, the nurse started rolling me out of the room because I was sitting upright. I had to grab the bar that ran along the side to stop from falling back. She wheels me through the maternity ward before going down a corridor, and I appear to be leaving the maternity unit altogether. The nurse finally stops at a curtained-off area and places the bed against the wall. The woman then turns on her heel and leaves.

“Wait, can I get some water?” She was already gone and didn’t even acknowledge my question.

“I wouldn’t bother. They won’t help us,” comes a voice before someone jerks the petitioning curtain away. I found two more girls. One looked to be nearly thirty with long blonde hair and sparkling green eyes. The other was around sixteen with her black hair cut in a Bob.

“My name is Macey,” the oldest of them says.

“Hi, Everly,” I tell her.

“Her name is Zoe. Welcome to the shunned mothers club,” Macey chuckles before looking down at her baby. She sighs heavily.

“Don’t expect them to help; they won’t. Seriously your best off getting out as soon as you can,” Macey tells me.

“But they are supposed to,” I tell her, feeling disheartened.

“Yeah, I have been here two days; bub has a few problems, half the time, they don’t answer when I buzz and forget about them feeding you. I haven’t received anything since being here,” Macey explains before reaching to her feet and pulling a bag toward her. She rummaged through it before pulling out a Muesli bar.

“Here you must be starving, I was, and I came prepared expecting this,” Macey explains.

“You had a baby before?” She shakes her head.

“No, this is my first. My mum was a single mother too. We are rogues like you,” she says.

I open the muesli bar, my stomach growling at the sight of food.

“Boy or Girl?” I asked the younger girl. She seemed rather shy.

“Girl, yours?”

“Boy,” I tell her.

“Thanks,” I told Macey before biting into the muesli bar.

“Plenty in there, just help yourself. I brought extras in case there were other girls. Which pack are you from? Your aura feels quite strong for a rogue?” She says, staring at me.

“Alpha blood,” I tell her, and she seems shocked before nodding.

“In that case, you don’t have to tell me. I understand why you would want to keep that to yourself. Zoe was born rogue, so was I,” she says, and Zoe nods.

“If you don’t mind me asking, but where are you girls living? Are there any refuges or anything for women?”

“I have a place at a refuge. But I know it’s full to capacity,” Zoe tells me.

“Me? I live with my mum and my brother,” Macey tells me.

“Where are you staying? No family would help?” Zoe asks.

I shake my head. “No, we will be alright, I will come up with something,” I tell them, hoping that would be true, though I have been living in my busted wagon I paid $500 for, for the last eight months.

It saddened me that we were pushed aside, but for the next day, both girls helped me, for which I was grateful. Macey also shared her food, and she was right. Not once did anyone come to check on us, no food was brought to us, nothing. Shunned for having a baby, and we suddenly don’t matter anymore.

2 weeks later.

Tap, Tap, Tap. I look up and see a man tapping on my car window, his flashlight shining in the window of my car before he moves it around, looking in the back of it. I put my hand up when the torch flashes across my face blindingly. He quickly moves it to the side.

“Ma’am, you can’t stay here,” the middle-aged man tells me; he has to be council security because of his uniform. My son Valarian stirs, the bright light waking him, and he lets out an irritated cry. The man moves his torch away entirely, shining it at the ground, and Valarian stops.

“Look, I have noticed your car here for nearly two weeks; this is a train station,” he sighs as I pick up my son out of his fruit box bed and roll down the window a bit so he doesn’t keep yelling, thinking I can’t hear him.

“You really have no place to go, no family?” He asks.

“No, the council kicked me out of the park” he runs a hand down his face before glancing around the parking lot.