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.

Selene before she came here.” Drake counters, making all my limbs tense up. Hearing her name on his lips does nothing but remind me that 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 Drake build a life with yet

to spend my life looking on from the shadows while other people find happiness. I don’t want to waste my best years loving someone who can never love me

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

skin, dropping my pathetic attempt at sourdough straight

Drake grumble and growl at other shifters before. After all, he’s the Alpha, ferocity is part of the job description. This is different. The sound was guttural and raw, so menacing

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 either side of my

not leaving

quivering beneath him, I scramble for words. you.. it was just a

a bad one.” He

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

hedges, maybe he thinks we

I’m less scared than confused. I

raging flames slowly dying down as my words register in his mind. Drake’s threatening demeanor softens, his white-knuckled fists unclenching and fangs retracting. Still, he doesn’t move away, he doesn’t

dropping his head and nuzzling my

new.

his nearness and hating it

until Drake straightens up. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” He tells me huskily, “that’s the last thing I want.” He thinks about that statement for a moment, then amends,

aloud, my

just said it.” He

pocket, and he promptly retrieves it. I might be offended that he’s abandoning our conversation

his 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

floor next

Drake’s POV

happened so fast I didn’t even know what I was doing, I just responded out of instinct. My mate mentioned moving