Pregnant And Rejected

Pregnant And Rejected By My Alpha Mate By Caroline Above Chapter 19

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

“Yes.” I insist.

don’t think so. If he cared about you he

into an alleyway. I try to 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

His hand reaches toward me, coming within inches of my throat before he

at my savior, my breath coming in gasps. Drake Cavanaugh stands over the man, his

at her.” My would be assaulter babbles in

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

man as Drake helps me to my feet, waiting for him to jerk awake and attack once more. But he does not move, he lies

say it Mrs. Durand,” He says with a kind

frayed. “You’re not wrong.” I agree gloomily, “I don’t know what I

“That isn’t what I meant. You didn’t do anything wrong whatsoever.” He frowns, “I think we

I’ve called Bastien half a dozen times over the past couple of days, each time getting

what I can do for you.” Drake implores me, there must be

hedge, taking a steadying breath. “You can tell me about

this?” Drake is sitting across from me in a small tea shop, sipping a

in under a week. Of course this is not a guarantee that he is a good person or anyone suitable to

I’m not staying in Elysium

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