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 man

“Yes.” I insist.

he cared about you he

on his palm. He jerks away with a pained yelp, then

within inches of my throat before he is propelled backwards, flying through the air and landing on his

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 this.” He growls,

for him to jerk awake and attack once more. But he does not move, he lies there

it Mrs. Durand,” He says with a kind smile, “But

my nerves are too frayed. “You’re not wrong.” I agree gloomily, “I don’t know

You didn’t do anything wrong whatsoever.” He frowns, “I think we

my head. “He won’t pick up.” I’ve called Bastien half a

for you.” Drake implores me, there

is,” I hedge, taking a steadying breath.

want to know all this?” Drake is sitting across from me in a small tea shop, sipping a mug of chamomile

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

Doesn’t Answer My

forward. “Because I’m not staying