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.

miserably, clamping my eyes shut again. Any other time I would be comforted and thrilled to find him at my bedside, now I wish he was just about anyone

it’s because her instincts are stronger, I think it’s because she often gets to

I heard

Drake’s deep voice skitters over my skin, and suddenly I can feel him next to me, warmth radiating off his

skin rather than pulling it away, “Goddess I

open my eyes, finding Drake’s handsome face much closer than I expected. His emerald green eyes are clouded with anger and worry, his angular jaw covered in a dark swath

heavily, looking almost regretful.

I ask, unable to process

ever hurt you – or

me why, because I haven’t the faintest clue, but a sob rises in my chest. I don’t know what’s

82 Sophie

corrects me

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

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

shifting me over so he can stretch out on the cot and pull me into his arms. I

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

I did. I don’t deserve his kindness.

me. 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

fists so tightly my fingernails break

air. He instantly catches my wrists, prying my fingers out of their tightly

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 over him, to even look at anyone else as a possible

authority heavy in his voice. I can only cower and cringe away from him until a second

nose is almost touching 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