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.”

that so?” The man

“Yes.” I insist.

so. If he cared about you

wrist, jerking me 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

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

stands over the man, his booted

at her.” My would be assaulter babbles in

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

for him to jerk awake and attack once more. But he does not move, he lies there on the pavement, blood trickling from his lips. I try to scrub the image from

Durand,” He says with a kind smile,

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

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

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

for

I hedge, taking a steadying breath.

sipping a mug of chamomile and willingly answering the bevy of questions that have poured from my mouth uninhibited over the last

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

not staying in Elysium