Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

#Chapter 19 Bastien Doesn’t Answer My Calls

the scent which startles me, but the realization that I’m smelling it at all. Ever since I lost Luna my wolf senses have been nonexistent – I should not be able to smell anyone this way,

What should and should not be quickly ceases to matter as the man from the bus appears in front of me. He is easily a foot taller than me, with thick black hair and icy blue eyes. At least twenty years my senior, he closes in, “Hello beautiful.”

My heart stops, and I back away carefully, once again inevitably frustrated by Bastien not picking up his phone when I needed him. “Hello.”

A wide smile splits his cheeks, “Oh come on, don’t look like that sweetheart. I want us to be friends”

I shake my head. “I’m not interested.”

“How can you say that when you don’t even know me?” He counters, his ogling stare belying the reasonable tone of his voice.

“I know because I’m married.” I say, sounding much braver than I feel.

“Not for long from the way I hear it.” He replies gruffly. “What’s wrong, the Alpha doesn’t want you anymore angel?”

“Whatever may be happening in the future, at this moment I am still your Alpha’s wife.” I remind him. “Whether he loves me or hates me, if you put your hands on me, you will be challenging him directly.”

that so?”

“Yes.” I insist.

don’t think so. If he cared

but his hand clamps down over my mouth. I thrash against him, biting down on his palm. He jerks away with

of my throat before he is propelled backwards, flying through the air and landing on his back at the mouth

up at my savior, my breath coming in gasps. Drake Cavanaugh stands over the man, his booted foot crushing the stranger’ s larynx. “What in hell do you think

for it, just look at

me carefully before turning his attention back to his prey. “And you

But he does not move, he lies there on the pavement, blood trickling from his lips. I try to scrub the image from my memory, letting Drake lead me out

Mrs. Durand,” He says with a kind smile, “But you seem like a magnet for

wrong.” I agree gloomily, “I don’t know what I

short, taking me by the shoulders. “That isn’t what I meant. You didn’t do anything wrong whatsoever.” He

shake my head. “He won’t pick up.” I’ve called Bastien half a dozen times over the past

do for you.” Drake implores me, there must

hedge, taking a steadying breath. “You can

this?” Drake is sitting across from me in a small tea shop, sipping a mug of chamomile and willingly answering the bevy of questions that have

or not he can be trusted. He has a kind face, and he’s saved me twice in under a week. Of course this is not a guarantee that he is a good person or anyone suitable to confide

Doesn’t Answer

“Because I’m not staying in Elysium