Pregnant And Rejected

Pregnant And Rejected By My Alpha Mate By Caroline Above Chapter 27

Chapter 27 My Husband Has Me Followed

Selene’s POV

“I need to promise me you’ll be careful.” Bastien’s oversized hands are framing my cheeks, his metallic eyes boring into my own.

grasp his wrists, my small hands only stretching halfway around them. “I’m just going to the store, Bastien.”

His brow furrows even deeper than it already was. “Maybe Donavon should go with you, or better yet: we can send one of the maids instead.”

“I’m perfectly capable of buying groceries without a babysitter.” I assure him in my sweetest voice. As I untangle myself from his grasp, I add, “Are you really this concerned about the reward flier?”

“I just want you to be safe,” He deflects. “Things have been crazy around here lately.”

It does not escape my notice that he didn’t actually answer my question. I narrow my eyes, “Did something happen? Did somebody report me to your false tip line?”

“No.” Bastien promises firmly. “I’m just uneasy about everything that’s happened with the pack.”

Whatever comfort I gained from his direct “no,” disappears with the second part of his answer. There’s nothing suspicious about it per se, something simply feels off deep in my bones. “What aren’t you telling me?”

If I needed confirmation he’s hiding something, his immediate “nothing!” provides it.

“Okay, then explain to me why you were okay with me going to the park alone three days ago, but now I can’t set foot out of the house?” I inquire.

“Of course you can set foot out of the house.” He sighs, “It’s simply that the store is crowded this time of day and I don’t want you to be harassed about the hearing.”

In truth I would be worried about it to – if I was actually going to the store. “I’ll be okay.” I insist. “Sticks and stones, remember?”

Bastien is still grumbling under his breath when I leave and once more, the strangest sensation overcomes me as I round the corner. It feels like a strange tingling in my belly, like my body is trying to tell me something my brain can’t sense. Is this what shifters mean when they talk about instincts and gut feelings?

the off chance it is, I tip toe over to the vent further along the corridor. I learned early on that this air duct connects to Bastien’ s office. If you stand in precisely the right place, you can hear people speaking inside as if they are standing

carries to me a moment later. “Don, Selene’s about to leave for the store. I want you to follow her.” He must be on the phone. There’s a pause,

Donavon, as it turns out, is quite a skilled stalker. I have to circle two parking garages and run a red light to ditch him. Luckily I also remembered to turn off my phone,

much trouble as Bastien. After I ditched Donavon and the sheer inconvenience of his order waned, the outrage rose up to take its place.

I am trying to hide such a large secret. What happens if Drake is correct and I decide leaving was the right plan after all? How in

blood pressure is through the roof and the nurse makes me sit and do breathing exercises for

smile and begins putting on surgical gloves, I stop him. “I’m not here

his movements, looking at me

helpful when I was here before.” I begin earnestly, praying he’ll take pity on me, “So I was hoping you might be willing to help me again

seem cold or annoyed, “What is it you

to know if there is anything you can prescribe me to…” I trail off, unable

“It’s okay. Everything we say in here is confidential and I promise there’s nothing you can ask

the scent of my pregnancy hormones.” i blurt, “If I don’t

to the exam bed. “Mrs. Durand,

“Alright.” I agree nervously,

to report cases of abuse if I suspect it, and after your visit last time and now this.. it’s clear something is not right in your marriage. Now, I understand your husband is the

in a “thank you” before he

isn’t really an option. But if you aren’t safe, we can find another way to get you help.” He concludes “Now. Selene, are you unsafe -physically or mentally

I exclaim. “Bastien wouldn’t ever hurt me, not in a million years.” I vow. “I have my own reasons for wanting to hide the pregnancy – one’s I’d

says, relaxing. “I apologize, but

at all, it’s good you ask. It shows you care

to mask the scent of the hormones. But it’s not exactly available on the open market, if you know what I

frown. “Is

pill or shot.” He explains, “It’s a tea,

should go well with my morning sickness.” I mutter

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