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 about you he wouldn’t be leaving

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 in my belly as stars swirl in my

of my throat before he

coming in gasps. Drake Cavanaugh stands over the man, his booted foot crushing the stranger’ s larynx. “What

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

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

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

Durand,” He says with a kind smile,

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

short, taking me by the shoulders. “That isn’t what I meant. You didn’t do anything wrong whatsoever.” He frowns, “I think we should call your

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

for

I hedge, taking a steadying breath. “You

a small tea shop, sipping a mug of chamomile and

be 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 anyone suitable to confide in, but

Bastien Doesn’t Answer

I’m not staying in Elysium after