Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

#Chapter 82 Sophie is Rescued

Sophie’s Pov

I shifted after Martin left with Selene and Lila. It’s so cold in this basement that my teeth were actually chattering – I’ve never been so grateful for my fur. I don’t know where he’s taken them or when he’s coming back, but I’m not sure it matters.

By now Drake must know what I’ve done.

If I ever get out of this place I’m going to be in a world of pain, either from Martin’s fists or Drake’s hatred. Hell it will probably be both. I’ve survived Martin’s temper my entire life, I’m not sure I can survive Drake hating me.

My stomach is growling so fiercely and I can’t remember the last time I ate. I’ve been trying to distract myself from the wretched pangs and my parched throat, but my thoughts can only drift so far before finding their way back.

I hope Selene and Lila are okay. I still don’t understand what Martin is up to. I was a fool for believing him, but I don’t have the faintest idea why he wanted the she-wolves. I have a very bad feeling about all this. Did he leave me here so I couldn’t run for help? Or is he simply not finished with me yet?

I’m still pondering the idea when I hear the front door open, then a wolf moving through the house on all fours. A shadow appears beneath the door at the top of the stairs, and Hugo’s familiar scent wafts down to me.

Oh Goddess, has he come to arrest me?

The door jerks off its hinges, releasing a stream of yellow light filtering through the iron bars. Hugo is back in human form, squinting through the darkness, “Sophie?” He calls, “Are you alright?”

I can’t answer, I can’t bring myself to shift back. I can barely breathe. I’m spinning into a panic attack, the walls closing in around me. Hugo curses under his breath, and I can see him fighting with the padlock on the bars. “Just hold on Soph, I’m going to get you out.”

I whimper as the room begins to spin, listening to the clinking and clanking of metal far above me. The last thing I remember is hearing a metallic crash as the lock breaks, then everything is black.

The world is blurry when my lashes part, and I can smell the strident clean of a hospital. It’s a terrible unnatural scent, and so powerfull almost don’t notice the familiar aroma beneath.

other time I would be comforted and

more optimistic than I am. She says it’s because her instincts are stronger, I think it’s because she often gets to stay safe inside

heard that. She

I can feel him next to me, warmth radiating off his big body.

his hand more firmly against my skin rather than pulling it away, “Goddess

emerald green eyes are clouded with anger and

heavily, looking almost regretful.

I ask, unable to process this new

can’t ever hurt you – or anyone

rises in my chest. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I

Sophie is

corrects

and his latest transgressions have probably cost me my future. I know they’ve cost me the man I love. I shouldn’t

me, he wasn’t always evil. We grew up together, those memories count… and he’s the only family we

and pull me into his arms. I collapse against him without shame, crying my heart out over everything that’s happened over the last week – over the

soft shushing noises and murmuring encouragements my ear, “That’s it sweetheart. Let it all

be nice to me, not after what I did. I don’t deserve his kindness. If

I can feel rage writhing in his chest like a feral beast, lurking just beneath the surface and waiting to burst out-probably when I’m not a blubbering mess. I’m not sure how I can sense it so keely, I’ve always been able to tap into Drake’s feelings like this and I stopped questioning it a

small fists so tightly my fingernails break the

air. He instantly catches my wrists, prying my fingers out of their tightly locked position, “baby, what

despising his sweet words and pet names. He’s always done this, always called me by terms of endearment and showered me with physical affection. It’s why it’s been so impossible to get

can only cower and cringe away from him until a second growl shatters the quiet, and my gaze jumps to his

mine, and his dark brow is furrowed in disapproval. His large hands are still steadily petting me despite his pulled focus, and I can only think about how horrible I must look. “You are not responsible for what Martin did.” He claims falsely,