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?” The

“Yes.” I insist.

cruelly, “I don’t think so. If he cared

on his palm. He jerks away with a pained yelp, then delivers a harsh backhanded slap across my face. I lurch to the pavement, feeling nausea curdle in my belly

over, crawling away from him as he looms over my vulnerable body. His hand reaches toward me, coming within inches of my throat

up at my savior, my breath coming in gasps. Drake Cavanaugh stands over the man, his booted

asking for it, just look at

me carefully before turning his attention back to his prey. “And you asked for this.” He growls, slamming his

waiting for him to jerk awake and attack once more. 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 of the alley

a kind smile, “But you

not wrong.” I

by the shoulders. “That isn’t what I meant. You didn’t do anything

I’ve called Bastien half a dozen

for you.” Drake implores

is,” I hedge, taking a steadying breath. “You can tell me about the Eros

small tea shop, sipping a mug of chamomile and willingly answering the bevy of questions that

twice in under a week. Of course this is not a guarantee that

19 Bastien Doesn’t Answer

me forward. “Because I’m not