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 cared about you he wouldn’t be leaving

on his palm. He jerks

toward me, coming within inches of my throat before he is propelled backwards, flying through the air and landing on his

up at my savior, my breath coming in gasps. Drake Cavanaugh stands over the man, his booted foot crushing the stranger’

asking for it, just look at her.” My would be

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

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

He says with a kind smile, “But

I agree gloomily, “I don’t know

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

head. “He won’t pick up.” I’ve called Bastien half a dozen times over the past couple of days, each time

for you.” Drake implores me, there must

a steadying breath. “You can tell me about the Eros

you want to know all this?” Drake is sitting across from me in a small tea shop, sipping a mug of chamomile and willingly answering the bevy of questions that have poured from

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

I’m not