Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 72 The Plot

Sophie’s POV

I’ve been in love with Drake Cavanaugh for as long as I can remember.

We grew up together. My dad was his step-father’s Beta, and we spent our entire childhoods tied at the hip. All my fondest memories are with Drake. We spent our days running through the docks of Asphodel like wild things, completely free and completely happy.

I always imagined Drake would wake up one day and realize he loved me. The older we got, the harder ! fell, and even though it was slow, it really seemed like he felt the same. I know men have to go out and sew their wild oats or whatever you want to call it they have to explore and get all those primal urges out of their systems. So I didn’t worry when he didn’t immediately fall at my feet during my first heat.

I didn’t worry when we reached our twenties and he still seemed more interested in other she-wolves. We were still just kids, and I’ve always been patient. I could certainly be patient for Drake I’ve never met a man more worth waiting for.

And then he met Selene.

The first time he return Asphodel after meeting her, I knew something had changed. He was more mature, more serious and motivated. He started taking his position in the pack more earnestly, and I love him for it all the more.

I didn’t know what was behind the change until much later, when he finally brought Selene home with him. He said it was nothing, that she was just a she-wolf in need of protection, but I saw the way he looked at her.

I wanted to hate her so badly. My jealousy drove me out of my mind with the most horrible thoughts about the pretty she-wolf, but the more time I spent with her, the more I liked her. Selene assured me there was nothing between her and Drake, and even though I knew those were her feelings and not his, I accept ed it.

I’ve watched them closely over the years, and I’ve never doubted that Selene’s only feelings for Drake were platonic. When the news spread that she was breeding, everyone assumed the baby was his, but I trusted my friend when he told me otherwise. I believed Drake and Selene when they insisted Lila’s father belonged to another pack.

I’ve done nothing but wait. I’ve been nothing but patient, and in my delusional mind, I thought it would eventually pay off. I truly believed my day would come with Drake.

Then Bastien Durand came to town, and I learned that my so called friends have been lying to me for years. Selene isn’t just any she-wolf, and her pup doesn’t belong to another man.

The news about Lila’s paternity broke days ago, and I’ve spent the better part of a weak trying to build up the courage to confront Drake. It’s not even about my feelings, it’s the betrayal. He didn’t have to lie to me. We’ve never lied to each other about anything or we hadn’t, until Selene.

After wallowing in self pity for a few days, I finally forced myself out of bed and set off for the pack house, prepared to both bare my soul and have it torn to shreds. I made it to the packhouse around mid day, as prepared as one can ever be for a life changing conversation.

I have a thousand times before, my stomach in my throat. I have it all planned out. I know

see them: Drake locked Selene in his arms and was about to kiss

supposed to go. I knew that Drake

I can’t bear it.

hallway, taking the stairs two

such a

Selene’s POV

but I’m finally able

heat could be satisfied by anyone other than Bastien, they were just answered. I’m so glad I successfully ducked before Drake

Do you have any idea what Bastien would do

response?” He hisses. ‘That’s what you’re thinking about right now? What Bastien will

didn’t notice, you can’t take him down without a full army at your back. If I were you, I wouldn’t risk pissing him

you’re acting like it was nothing”. He watches me with horrible fascination,

You know you’re my important friend… I just can’t love you the

worthy?” He bites, “you want to build a

him.” I state coolly. “We have a pup, he’s claimed me. We’re still married

shining oddly, “I thought maybe you just didn’t know

you think.” I admit, “Bastien is what I need. He’s the

to protect

debt.” I agree, “but I don’t

Sophie’s POV

his of fice, and I’ve long since stopped caring who sees me. I cried openly on the walk home, drawing concerned look from passers-by and even a few well-intentioned inquiries. I

lying to me all these years, not only

friend to him. I don’t understand why

you snivelling about?” My brother, Martin is hovering in my