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

“Yes.” I insist.

If he cared about you he wouldn’t be

my 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

over my vulnerable body. His hand reaches toward me, coming within inches of my throat before he is propelled backwards, flying through the air and landing on his back at the mouth of the

man, his booted foot crushing

just look at her.” My would

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

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 to scrub the image from my memory, letting Drake lead me out of

a

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

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

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

can do for you.” Drake implores me, there

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

me in a small tea shop, sipping a

closely, weighing whether or not he can be trusted. He has a kind face, and he’s saved me twice in under a week.

not staying in Elysium after the