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?”

“Yes.” I insist.

“I don’t think so. If he

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

my vulnerable body. His hand reaches toward me, coming within inches of my throat before he is propelled backwards, flying

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

it, just look at her.” My

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

at the unconscious 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 there on the pavement, blood trickling from his

Durand,” He says with a kind smile, “But you seem

my nerves are too frayed. “You’re not wrong.” I agree gloomily,

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

pick up.” I’ve called Bastien half a dozen times over the

I can do for you.” Drake implores

steadying breath. “You can tell me

all this?” Drake is sitting across from me in a small tea shop, sipping a mug of chamomile and willingly answering the

face, and he’s saved me twice in under a week. Of course

“Because I’m not staying