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

suppose. My heat can strike at the most inconvenient times, and if he’s touching me when it happens say we

Donavon appears carrying two steaming plates. The food looks incredible when he sets it down in front of us

think the scent of my fear is agitating him. I know he’s furious with me, but I doubt he wants me frightened. I imagine it feels something like when I have to discipline Lila for being naughty. I know it’s the right thing to do, but seeing her suffer the consequences fills

innocuous about my day and throwing me off completely. Later I realized he did it to help me relax and put

until afterwards, when a second bottle of wine came out and we were both pleasantly sated,

eyeing me with lethal intent.

with my wine glass halfway to my lips, “What do you

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 grip can smash it. “And then there’s the fact that you told

In hindsight it makes perfect sense

question me, but he simply sits

silver eyes hard. “Alright. I’ll amend that. You failed to

insist, “You’re my mate, I picked you. And telling you would only have

and I can see him fighting for patience. “Selene, I know you were never taught about

about why we’re suddenly discussing marks.

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

my head, “So if he

challenging an Alpha is challenging an Alpha – it doesn’t matter the motive. If he and I 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. “- the winner would

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

the corner of his mouth twitches like he wants to smile, “Maybe, but

knew you would fight and I didn’t want any more

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

“Okay.” I agree sheepishly.

cryptically, “why don’t you tell me