Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 83 Guilt

Drake’s Pov

The last twenty-four hours have turned my life completely upside down. I’ve always been so self-assured, so confident in who l am. After all, I’m an Alpha how could I not be? I may not be the strongest Alpha on the continent or even the best leader, but I’ve never needed to be those things.

I’ve only ever needed to be a good leader for my pack, and I grew up knowing my place in the greater order. I may seem weak next to wolves like Bastien and Blaise Denizen, but they are not normal Alphas. Denizen’s reputation is nearly Godlike, and Bastien is well on his way to earning the same status.

I will never be able to compete at their level, but the fact remains I’m stronger than every last member of my pack, which numbers in the thousands. I’d wager I’m even stronger than the shifters in the Nova pack. I’ve seen Bastien’s Betas in battle often enough to estimate their skill it would be a close fight, but I’m relatively certain I would come out on top.

Certain, the same way I was certain I was in love with Selene. It’s not in my nature to doubt myself, and even though my wolf was never convinced about the beautiful Volana, I knew in my heart that she was meant for me.

Seeing Bastien’s mating mark on Selene made me furious, and when she and Lila were taken I was devastated but neither hit me as hard as learning Sophie was in danger. Just like that, everything I thought I knew disappeared. I’m only just beginning to acknowledge that I didn’t actually know myself before today, and concerningly, I’m starting to wonder if I truly know my pack.

I’ve never experienced fear like I did when Martin said Sophie would die. It was a savage and primal, a ruthless terror deep in my bones. My wolf went beserk at the words, and all at once I realized I was never truly in love with Selene. Infatuated perhaps, besotted even, but now that I know what true love feels like, I see what a fool I was.

I always thought I would know my mate when I saw her, but I’ve heard stories about shifters who knew each other for years before the bond kicked in. Most of them were cases just like me and Sophie, wolves who grew up together and had their instincts muddled by childhood friendships.

Looking down at the beautiful little wolf now, I don’t know how I could have ever missed it. I haven’t felt the instinctive pull to claim her yet, but there’s no doubt in my mind that the connection will come in time. Even my wolf agrees. He incessantly begged me all night long to come see Sophie, but I couldn’t leave Selene and Lila until I knew they were alright.

I’m trying very hard not to look too smug and happy this has been a traumatic day and Sophie is absolutely beside herself with grief, guilt and anxiety but finding one’s mate is a big deal, especially when you already know they love you in return.

Sophie is looking anywhere but at me, her cheeks flushed bright red.

Has there ever been anyone so adorable?

Has anyone ever smelled so good? My wolf replies. It’s true, Sophie’s scent is a combination of everything I love: dark berries and vanilla bean, marsh flowers and fresh sea air.

beneath her long, dark lashes, her hazel

not where we left off, and

Sophie’s flush spreads to her chest. “Well,” I begin, deciding to play along. “There was

twists up in confusion. “Who

don’t know all the details.” I sigh. “The real bounty is being offered by Blaise Denizen, luckily Bastien set up

turn them in…” She says, slowly

confirm, “And delivered

mournfully, clearly still beating herself up for her role

my pack much longer. It’s truly

sweet flush disappears, the blood draining from her face. Damn, maybe I shouldn’t have been quite so honest. Apparently he’s been looking

weakly. Visible gears are turning in her head, undoubtedly churning with unpleasant thoughts and memories. She clamps her eyes shut, as if she’s trying to hide from

tying herself into knots over her feelings

on that same squirrely energy

to kidnap a pup.” I knew the words were a mistake as soon as they left my mouth. Wincing, I amend, I’m not judging you, little

see the plump mounds even through her hospital gown, and my mind takes a decidedly salacious turn. I’ve never thought about Sophie’s breasts before,

to be what it’s like? I ask my

Pretty much. He replies.

I turn my attention back to Sophie’s face, where it belongs. She’s staring at her lap, “I can’t

her, running my hands through her

away from me emotionally. “I never deserved it in

you’ve got to stop saying you don’t deserve nice things,” I command firmly, “you deserve to have everything you want in life, and if anything,

purses her lips tightly, determined

order, my

she teeters on the edge of revealing too much, catching herself just