Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 100 Cameras

I leap a foot in the air, yelping softly as my heart races with sudden panic. Spinning in place and steadying myself against the solid doors, I find a very large, very angry Alpha towering over me. Bastien emanates disapproval: his silver gaze narrowed in reproach, his jaw rigid and arms crossed over his chest.

I quail, guilt assailing me as I shrink away from him, my cheeks flushing bright pink. “How in the Goddess’s name did you do that?”

He ignores me, closing one powerful hand over my nape. “What do you have to say for yourself, little wolf?”

By now my initial shock has subsided, and I realize I have no reason to feel guilty. Straightening up and giving my mate my best scowl, I state, “I have a right to know what’s going on.”

“Then knock on the door and come in,” Bastien admonishes,” don’t eavesdrop.”

“If I was in there you wouldn’t have spoken openly,” I argue. “You came down here specifically so I wouldn’t hear. Drake called you instead of me because he didn’t want me to know either right?”

“We did those things for damn good reason.” Bastien grumbles, reaching past me to open the doors. Moving into the room, I see the bookcase concealing the side passage he must have used to sneak up on me still standing wide open.

Well that explains that mystery.

Bastien’s phone is sitting on his desk, and I circle the sprawling mahogany surface to retrieve it. Drake’s eyes widen when he sees me, but before I can say anything Bastien plucks the device from my hand. “Some advice Cavanaugh,” He drawls, sitting down and pulling me into his lap. “If Sophie shows any propensity for eavesdropping, you’d do well to train it out of her early on. Don’t make the same mistake I did and overlook it because it’s cute.”

“Excuse me, train it out of her?” I hiss.

Bastien’s eyes flash dangerously, “That’s right.” His arm is like an iron bar around me, far from the gentle embraces he usually prefers

Drake sighs, “Selene, how much did you hear?”

“Enough to know you found security cameras at the house, but I don’t understand why you don’t want them to be reviewed.” I share, turning to my husband.

Both Alphas don the same tight-lipped expression, like they don’t want to answer my question. After a moment Drake shoots Bastien a look that seems to say, “she’s your mate.”

My mate really is fuming, his molten gaze boring into me. “Damn it, this is exactly why I didn’t want you on this call.”

right to know.” I

one is denying that, Selene.” Drake interjects soberly. “The issue

Returning my

he doesn’t want to tell me this, and equally clear that he’s livid I forced the situation. *They were spy cameras in every room of the house. Common

ice as his words register, a thousand horrible implications racing through

his eyes closed in resignation. “Baby, whoever sent you there was watching

Bastien’s POV

time, I want to bundle her in my arms and kiss away all her fears, tell her that

late, I knew he must have found something like this: something so bad it couldn’t

the words were out, all the blood drained

time? When when we were sleeping? And when we went

sweetheart.” I confirm

into my waste basket. “Fuck,” curse, immediately going after her. “Drake I’m going to have to

interrupts urgently, refusing to hang

holding her hair and rubbing

“We couldn’t narrow it any further than that, but we have a general

my attention. “Tell me.” I hiss, fearing I already know

sighs, “I’m sorry, but it was going to

Bastien’s POV

tub pulse around our bodies, frothing sweet-smelling foam and bubbles on the surface of the deep water. The massaging streams of heated water are probably doing me more good than Selene, since she’s sprawled out on my chest and

to our room. Half an hour ago we were both so exhausted we could have slept through a hurricane. Now I’m worried I won’t

I explained about the cameras. She was silent as I carried her upstairs crooning sympathetic words; silent as I started the bath and stripped her down; silent as I guided her to the sink to brush her teeth. Selene bore

form rests atop mine and her cheek is flush to my chest, but her eyes are staring blankly into the distance. Trailing my hands over her slender form in

and looks up at me, pleased

pitifully, her beautiful eyes welling

cuddling her closer and stroking her hair.

and hiccups, “You were right. I wish I could