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.”

so?” The man

“Yes.” I insist.

so. If he cared about

out but his hand clamps down over my mouth. I thrash against him, biting down 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

him as he looms over my vulnerable body. His hand reaches toward me, coming within inches of my throat before he is propelled backwards, flying through the air and landing on his back at

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

asking for it, just look at her.” My would be assaulter babbles

his shoulder, surveying me carefully before turning his attention back to his prey. “And you asked for

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

hate to say it Mrs. Durand,” He says with a kind smile, “But you seem

laugh, but my nerves are too frayed. “You’re not wrong.” I agree gloomily,

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

I’ve called Bastien half a dozen times over

for you.” Drake implores me,

a steadying breath. “You can tell me about

tea shop, sipping a mug of chamomile and willingly answering the bevy of questions that have poured from my mouth

me twice in under a week. Of course this is not a guarantee that he is a good person or anyone suitable to confide

Bastien Doesn’t Answer

“Because I’m not staying