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.

“I don’t think so. If he cared about you he wouldn’t

turn to run, but he catches my wrist, jerking me into an alleyway. I try to cry 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

toward me, coming within inches of my

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

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

his prey. “And you asked for this.” He growls, slamming

to my feet, 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

to say it Mrs. Durand,” He says with a kind

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

“That isn’t what I meant. You didn’t do

up.” I’ve called Bastien half a dozen times

can do for you.” Drake implores

taking a steadying breath. “You can tell

want to know all 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

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

Doesn’t

me forward. “Because I’m not staying in Elysium