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.

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

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, feeling nausea curdle in my belly as stars swirl in

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

my breath coming in gasps. Drake Cavanaugh stands over the man, his booted foot crushing

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

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

stare 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 lips. I try

with a kind smile, “But you

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

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

up.” I’ve called Bastien half a dozen

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

there is,” I hedge, taking a steadying breath. “You can

tea shop, sipping a mug of chamomile and willingly answering the bevy of questions that have poured from my

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

I’m not