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.

think so. If he cared about you

thrash against him, biting down on his palm. He jerks away with a pained yelp,

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

my savior, my breath coming in gasps. Drake Cavanaugh stands over the man, his booted foot crushing the stranger’ s

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

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

Drake helps me 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

with a kind smile, “But

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

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

Bastien half a dozen times over the past couple of days, each time getting

what I can do for you.” Drake implores me, there must

there is,” I hedge, taking a steadying breath. “You can tell me

tea shop, sipping a mug of

a kind face, and he’s saved me twice in under a week. Of course this is not a guarantee that he is

Bastien Doesn’t

forward. “Because I’m not staying