Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 19 Bastien Doesn’t Answer My Calls

the scent which startles me, but the realization that I’m smelling it at all. Ever since I lost Luna my wolf senses have been nonexistent – I should not be able to smell anyone this way.

What should and should not be quickly ceases to matter as the man from the bus appears in front of me. He is easily a foot taller than me, with thick black hair and icy blue eyes. At least twenty years my senior, he closes in, “Hello beautiful.”

My heart stops, and I back away carefully, once again inevitably frustrated by Bastien not picking up his phone when I needed him. “Hello.”

A wide smile splits his cheeks, “Oh come on, don’t look like that sweetheart. I want us to be friends”

I shake my head. “I’m not interested.”

“How can you say that when you don’t even know me?” He counters, his ogling stare belying the reasonable tone of his voice.

“I know because I’m married.” I say, sounding much braver than I feel.

“Not for long from the way I hear it.” He replies gruffly. “What’s wrong, the Alpha doesn’t want you anymore angel?”

“Whatever may be happening in the future, at this moment I am still your Alpha’s wife.” I remind him. “Whether he loves me or hates me, if you put your hands on me, you will be challenging him directly.”

so?” The man

“Yes.” I insist.

don’t think so. If he cared about you he wouldn’t be leaving

cry out but his hand clamps down over my mouth. I thrash against him, biting down on his palm. He jerks away with a pained yelp, then delivers a harsh backhanded slap across my face. I lurch to the pavement,

from him as he looms over my vulnerable body. His hand reaches toward me, coming within inches of

coming in gasps. Drake Cavanaugh stands over the man, his booted foot crushing the stranger’ s

just look at her.”

back to his prey. “And you asked for this.” He growls, slamming his foot down on

waiting for him to jerk awake and attack once more. But he does not move, he lies there on the pavement, blood trickling

hate to say it Mrs. Durand,” He says with a kind smile, “But you seem like a magnet

but my nerves are too frayed. “You’re not wrong.” I agree gloomily, “I don’t know what I ever did

the shoulders. “That isn’t what I meant. You didn’t

head. “He won’t pick up.” I’ve called Bastien half a dozen times over the past couple of days, each time getting no

for you.” Drake implores me,

a steadying breath. “You can tell me about

in a small tea shop, sipping a mug of chamomile and willingly answering the bevy of questions that have

He has a kind face, and he’s saved me twice in under a week. Of course this is not a

forward. “Because I’m not staying in