Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 97 The Last Thing I Want

Sophie’s POV

“I don’t have the first clue what I’m doing.” I complain, throwing my hands up in exasperation.

We’re in the back of Selene’s cafe. Drake is sitting at the kitchen island watching me fight with a lump of dough on a floured cutting board, and unless I’m very much mistaken he’s fighting the impulse to laugh.

“It isn’t funny.” I huff, “I’m not a cook. I’m not a baker I shouldn’t be the one to take over this place.”

Drake arches his dark brows, “You didn’t want to move into the Pack House, and you didn’t want my money, which means you need a job to make rent.” He reminds me. “This is a job, and a good one at that.”

“Yes,” I confirm, agreeing with his logic, but I can’t do this job. I have zero qualifications – amateur or professional.”

We’ve already had this argument about eight times already, but it keeps resurfacing anyway. Drake knows I can’t boil water without starting a kitchen fire, so I’m a little suspicious that he keeps pushing the cafe on me. I think he’s trying to wear me down until I cave and accept his money or move into the Pack House but the last thing I want to do is watch him moping around missing Selene, and I don’t want his pity either.

“Sophie,” Drake says gently, hopping down from the stool and closing the distance between us. He stops so close to me that have to tilt my head all the way back just to see his face. His lips quirk as he takes in my flushed face, “you have flour on your nose.

I swipe at my nose in frustration, “Is that what you came over here to tell me?”

“No,” Drake replies with a wide grin, taking my face between his hands and brushing the white powder from my skin with the pad of his thumb. “I came over here to tell you that you are smart and hardworking, and one of the fastest learners I’ve ever met. You might not be able to cook now, but you just need practice.”

In all fairness, I would love to learn how to cook for basic survival reasons if nothing else, but learning to do it at home and doing it for a living are very different things. But why this job?” I press, “You’re the Alpha, there must be other businesses where you have sway. I’d do much better as a pet sitter or maid or something.”

“Well for one thing, this job is open.” Drake still hasn’t taken his hands from my face, in fact his thumb is stroking my cheek now. * And for another, this cafe has a knack for helping people get back on their feet.”

“Yes but I was never on my feet to begin with.” I mutter. I know Selene took in a lot of strays, in fact everyone who works here now has some sort of tragic past, but most of those people fell on hard times later in life.

he’ll never be mine. He might get over losing Selene one day, but eventually his mate will come along and then where will I be? Stuck watching

life looking on

I doubt the lumpy mass will ever actually become bread. It’s somehow tough and soggy at once. “Maybe Selene had the right idea, maybe

my skin, dropping my pathetic attempt at

description. This is different. The sound was guttural and raw, so menacing it vibrated

wolf should be cowering, I certainly am, but Rose is cool and calm as the big Alpha bears down on me. My back is flush against the island, and instead of looking guilty or apologetic for startling me, Drake is prowling forward with eyes aglow. He doesn’t stop until his powerful hands are gripping the island on

are not leaving Asphodel.” Drake

completely taken aback and quivering beneath him, I scramble for words. you.. it was just

it was a bad one.” He rumbles

happening? I ask Rose desperately, I don’t understand, why is

thinks we really can’t

truth is I’m less scared than confused. I don’t believe

Drake’s threatening demeanor

sorry, little lamb.” Drake purrs, dropping his head

that’s new.

hating it all at once. It’s

He tells me huskily, “that’s the last thing

I wonder aloud, my eyes wide as

said it.”

in his pocket, and he promptly retrieves it. I might be offended that he’s abandoning our conversation so abruptly, but

voice so full of joy that it breaks my heart, I’m left reeling against the counter. I don’t understand what just happened. And I don’t understand what

down to the floor next to my so called dough

Drake’s POV

the best too, because I was completely losing control in that damned kitchen. It happened so fast I didn’t even know what