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.

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

spend my life looking on from the shadows while other people find happiness. I don’t want

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 moving to a different city is the answer.” I breathe.

my skin, dropping my pathetic attempt at sourdough straight

was guttural and raw, so menacing it vibrated

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

leaving Asphodel.” Drake

scramble for

a bad one.”

Rose desperately, I don’t

hedges, maybe he thinks we really

squeak, though the truth is I’m less scared than confused. I don’t

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 free me from his

Drake purrs, dropping

that’s new. Rose

reply, loving his nearness and hating it all

scare you.” He tells me huskily, “that’s the last thing I want.” He thinks about that statement for a

wonder aloud, my

said it.”

be offended that he’s abandoning our conversation so abruptly, but I immediately know why he prioritizes the call.

with his beloved, 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 what Drake meant

is sink down to the floor next to my so called dough and

Drake’s POV

for the best too, because I was completely losing control in that damned kitchen. It happened so fast I didn’t even know what I was doing, I just responded out of instinct. My mate mentioned moving away, and my wolf roared to