Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 86 You Knew You Were Pregnant?

Selene’s Pov

The cafe is closed on Mondays, but when Bastien and I arrive the lights are already on and the scent of roasting meat is emanating from the kitchen. My stomach rumbles in reply, and I look up at my mate in confusion, “you gave someone my keys?”

His lip quirks, “Just Donavon.”

I should have guessed. Donavon has always been a wonderful chef, and he takes every opportunity he can get to invent new dishes and recipes.

“Oh,” I relax, calling out a hello to the Beta.

A disembodied voice returns my greeting, and then Donavon’s head pops around the corner, his shoulder-length salt and pepper hair-pulled into a ponytail. “Dinner is just about ready ten more minutes and I’ll be out of your hair.”

I from, feeling uncomfortable that the older man should be waiting on us. Bastien reads my expression and chuckles,” don’t worry, he volunteered.” He assures me, “And it’s not just for us, he’s packing up boxes to take to the apartment.”

“Oh good,” I relax a little, looking around the familiar space. All of the tables are bare save one. A cozy booth in the corner is set with a pristine white table cloth and gleaming silver flatware. Tealights glow at its center, and a bottle of red wine awaits with two empty glasses.

Bastien tugs me over to the booth, waiting for me to slide in before taking a seat on the opposite bench. My eyes widen with surprise when I realize he means to sit across from me. Bastien never lets me out of arm’s reach if he can help it. Even before all this happened, he preferred to keep me close touching me more often than not. I used to think it was a show of possession or protection, now I understand that he simply does it because he wants to.

Anxiety skitters in my veins, my heart beating a little louder.

I don’t like this. Luna says.

I don’t either. I admit shakily.

*Don’t look so alarmed, baby.” Bastien purrs, pouring the wine and offering me a glass. “This is simply to make sure we don’t get distracted.”

well, let’s just

inconvenient times, and if he’s touching me when it happens say we won’t

open, and Donavon appears carrying two steaming plates. The food looks incredible when he sets it down in front of us and even though I’m starving, I’m so nervous I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep

it feels something like when I have to discipline Lila for being

he did it to help me relax and put some food in my stomach, because for the

of wine came out and

back in his seat and eyeing me with lethal intent. “Where

glass halfway to my

options to choose from, Selene.” He rumbles, “There’s the fact that you failed to tell me Drake kissed you. There’s the fact that you willingly walked into Martin’s trap without telling anyone where you were going or what was happening.” He sets his own glass down before his tight

just about Lila’s paternity, I completely forgot about Drake’s attempted kiss and the ransom note. In hindsight it makes

wait for him to contradict or question me, but he simply sits there watching me with that same intense stare.

chin dips, his silver eyes hard. “Alright. I’ll amend that. You failed

my mate, I picked you. And telling you would only have made things between you and Drake

I can see him fighting for patience. “Selene, I know you were never taught about these things, but did you consider what

shrug, confused about why we’re suddenly discussing

every wolf you meet, that you are already spoken for. It protects you from unwanted advances from males and decides your status among the pack females.” He explains evenly, “To proposition any marked she wolf is a serious offense. It disrespects her choice and challenges her mate’s claim, but you’re not just any she wolf.” An edge

“So if he challenges

were to truly fight – no Beta’ s or back up, no interfering little mates trying to be noble” he teases, reminding me of their last fight, in which I nearly got myself killed.

you, because you would have been forced to meet his challenge and then you’d have been stuck

to smile, “Maybe, but that’s not why you

you would fight and I didn’t want any more violence.” I reason,

nothing if someone comes onto you.” Bastien lectures. It’s a very big deal, and it’s very important that you tell me if and when it happens. Not only because it’s an offense against me, but because

“Okay.” I agree sheepishly.

of danger,” he transitions cryptically, “why don’t you tell me about Martin’s