Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

#Chapter 86 You Knew You Were Pregnant?

Selene’s Pov

The cafe is closed on Mondays, but when Bastien and I arrive the lights are already on and the scent of roasting meat is emanating from the kitchen. My stomach rumbles in reply, and I look up at my mate in confusion, “you gave someone my keys?”

His lip quirks, “Just Donavon.”

I should have guessed. Donavon has always been a wonderful chef, and he takes every opportunity he can get to invent new dishes and recipes.

“Oh,” I relax, calling out a hello to the Beta.

A disembodied voice returns my greeting, and then Donavon’s head pops around the corner, his shoulder-length salt and pepper hair-pulled into a ponytail. “Dinner is just about ready – ten more minutes and I’ll be out of your hair.”

I from, feeling uncomfortable that the older man should be waiting on us. Bastien reads my expression and chuckles,” don’t worry, he volunteered.” He assures me, “And it’s not just for us, he’s packing up boxes to take to the apartment.”

“Oh good,” I relax a little, looking around the familiar space. All of the tables are bare save one. A cozy booth in the corner is set with a pristine white table cloth and gleaming silver flatware. Tealights glow at its center, and a bottle of red wine awaits with two empty glasses.

Bastien tugs me over to the booth, waiting for me to slide in before taking a seat on the opposite bench. My eyes widen with surprise when I realize he means to sit across from me. Bastien never lets me out of arm’s reach if he can help it. Even before all this happened, he preferred to keep me close – touching me more often than not. I used to think it was a show of possession or protection, now I understand that he simply does it because he wants to.

Anxiety skitters in my veins, my heart beating a little louder.

I don’t like this. Luna says.

I don’t either. I admit shakily.

*Don’t look so alarmed, baby.” Bastien purrs, pouring the wine and offering me a glass. “This is simply to make sure we don’t get distracted.”

well, let’s just

That’s fair I suppose. My heat can strike at the most inconvenient times, and if he’s touching me when it happens say we won’t be getting any talking done.

Just then the kitchen door swings open, and Donavon appears carrying two steaming plates. The food looks incredible when he sets it down in front of us and even though I’m starving, I’m so nervous I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep anything down.

I think the scent of my fear is agitating him. I know he’s furious with me, but I doubt he wants me frightened. I imagine it feels something like when I have to discipline Lila for being naughty. I know it’s the right thing to do, but seeing her suffer the consequences fills me with

off completely. Later I realized he did it to help me

wine came out and we were both pleasantly

eyeing me with lethal intent. “Where do

freeze with my wine glass halfway

He rumbles, “There’s the fact that you failed to tell me Drake kissed you. There’s the fact that you willingly walked into Martin’s trap without telling anyone where you were

I thought this was just about Lila’s paternity, I completely forgot about Drake’s attempted kiss and the ransom note. In hindsight it makes

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You Knew

moment.

to contradict or question me, but he simply sits there watching me with

dips, his silver eyes hard. “Alright. I’ll amend that. You failed to tell

picked you. And

patience. “Selene, I know you were never taught

we’re

you meet, that you are already spoken for. It protects you from unwanted advances from males and decides your status among the pack females.” He explains evenly, “To proposition any marked she

his deep voice. “You were marked

my head, “So if

Beta’ s or back up, no interfering little mates trying to be noble” he teases, reminding me of their last fight, in which I nearly

think aloud, “It’s a good thing I didn’t tell you, because you would have been forced to meet his

he wants to smile, “Maybe, but that’s not why

and I didn’t want any more violence.” I reason,

if and when it happens. Not only because it’s an offense against me,

“Okay.” I agree sheepishly.

transitions cryptically, “why don’t

might have been a trap, but I would rather someone hurt me than Lila, and I would rather be in

bores into me, and I can see the thoughts flickering through his mind. “This isn’t about a mother’s instincts to protect her pup.” He