Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 87

Sophie’s Pov

I shifted after Martin left with Selene and Lila. It’s so cold in this basement that my teeth were actually chattering I’ve never been so grateful for my fur. I don’t know where he’s taken them or when he’s coming back, but I’m not sure it matters.

By now Drake must know what I’ve done.

If I ever get out of this place I’m going to be in a world of pain, either from Martin’s fists or Drake’s hatred. Hell it will probably be both. I’ve survived Martin’s temper my entire life, I’m not sure I can survive Drake hating me.

My stomach is growling so fiercely and I can’t remember the last time I ate. I’ve been trying to distract myself from the wretched pangs and my parched throat, but my thoughts can only drift so far before finding their way back.

I hope Selene and Lila are okay. I still don’t understand what Martin is up to. I was a fool for believing him, but I don’t have the faintest idea why he wanted the she-wolves. I have a very bad feeling about all this. Did he leave me here so I couldn’t run for help? Or is he simply not finished with me yet?

I’m still pondering the idea when I hear the front door open, then a wolf moving through the house on all fours. A shadow appears beneath the door at the top of the stairs, and Hugo’s familiar scent wafts down to me.

Oh Goddess, has he come to arrest me?

The door jerks off its hinges, releasing a stream of yellow light filtering through the iron bars. Hugo is back in human form, squinting through the darkness, “Sophie?” He calls, “Are you alright?”

I can’t answer, I can’t bring myself to shift back. I can barely breathe. I’m spinning into a panic attack, the walls closing in around me. Hugo curses under his breath, and I can see him fighting with the padlock on the bars. “Just hold on Soph, I’m going to get you out.”

I whimper as the room begins to spin, listening to the clinking and clanking of metal far above me. The last thing I remember is hearing a metallic crash as the lock breaks, then everything is black.

the strident clean of a hospital. It’s a terrible unnatural scent, and so powerfull almost don’t notice

comforted and thrilled to find him at my bedside, now I wish he was

hurt us. My wolf, Rose, is always more optimistic than I am. She says it’s because her instincts are stronger, I think it’s because she often gets

I heard

feel him next to me, warmth radiating off his big body. Soft fingers graze my uninjured cheek, and I flinch as

hand more firmly against my skin rather than pulling it

His emerald green eyes are clouded with anger and worry, his

sighs heavily, looking almost

dead?” I ask, unable to process

can’t ever hurt you or anyone else

my chest. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I hate Martin Hated. Rose

I hated my brother, he’s done nothing but hurt me for years and his latest transgressions have probably cost me my future. I know they’ve cost me the man I love. I shouldn’t be sad that he’s

still our brother. Rose reminds me, he wasn’t always evil. We grew up together, those memories

out on the cot and pull me into his arms. I collapse against him without shame, crying my heart

my hair, making soft shushing noises and murmuring encouragements my ear, “That’s it sweetheart. Let it all

not after what I did. I don’t deserve his kindness. If I’m capable

me. I can feel rage writhing in his chest like a feral beast, lurking just beneath the surface and waiting to burst out-probably when I’m not a blubbering mess. I’m not sure how I can sense it so keely, I’ve always been able to tap into

break the skin, digging into my

He instantly catches my wrists, prying my fingers out of their tightly locked

me.” I weep shakily, despising his sweet words and pet names. He’s always done this, always called me by terms of endearment and showered me with physical affection.

authority heavy in his voice. I can only cower and cringe away from