Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

Chapter 100 Cameras

I leap a foot in the air, yelping softly as my heart races with sudden panic. Spinning in place and steadying myself against the solid doors, I find a very large, very angry Alpha towering over me. Bastien emanates disapproval: his silver gaze narrowed in reproach, his jaw rigid and arms crossed over his chest.

I quail, guilt assailing me as I shrink away from him, my cheeks flushing bright pink. “How in the Goddess’s name did you do that?”

He ignores me, closing one powerful hand over my nape. “What do you have to say for yourself, little wolf?”

By now my initial shock has subsided, and I realize I have no reason to feel guilty. Straightening up and giving my mate my best scowl, I state, “I have a right to know what’s going on.”

“Then knock on the door and come in,” Bastien admonishes,” don’t eavesdrop.”

“If I was in there you wouldn’t have spoken openly,” I argue. “You came down here specifically so I wouldn’t hear. Drake called you instead of me because he didn’t want me to know either – right?”

“We did those things for damn good reason.” Bastien grumbles, reaching past me to open the doors. Moving into the room, I see the bookcase concealing the side passage he must have used to sneak up on me still standing wide open.

Well that explains that mystery.

Bastien’s phone is sitting on his desk, and I circle the sprawling mahogany surface to retrieve it. Drake’s eyes widen when he sees me, but before I can say anything Bastien plucks the device from my hand. “Some advice Cavanaugh,” He drawls, sitting down and pulling me into his lap. “If Sophie shows any propensity for eavesdropping, you’d do well to train it out of her early on. Don’t make the same mistake I did and overlook it because it’s cute.”

“Excuse me, train it out of her?” I hiss.

Bastien’s eyes flash dangerously, “That’s right.” His arm is like an iron bar around me, far from the gentle embraces he usually prefers

Drake sighs, “Selene, how much did you hear?”

“Enough to know you found security cameras at the house, but I don’t understand why you don’t want them to be reviewed.” I share, turning to my husband.

Both Alphas don the same tight-lipped expression, like they don’t want to answer my question. After a moment Drake shoots Bastien a look that seems to say, “she’s your mate.”

My mate really is fuming, his molten gaze boring into me. “Damn it, this is exactly why I didn’t want you on this call.”

have a right to know.” I

“The issue is

sound of that. Returning my focus to Bastien,

clear he doesn’t want to tell me this, and equally clear that he’s livid I forced the situation. *They were spy cameras in every room of the house. Common areas,

ice as his words register, a

in resignation. “Baby, whoever

Bastien

the same time, I want to bundle her

in so late, I knew he must have found something like this: something so bad it couldn’t

moment the words were out, all the blood drained from her face, her porcelain complexion turning a shade of

#Chapter 100 Cameras

She stammers hoarsely, “The whole time? When – when we were sleeping?… And when we went to the bathroom?… When you and

I

my waste basket. “Fuck,” curse, immediately

else that can’t wait,” Drake interrupts urgently, refusing to hang up even as Selene’s gagging grows

to Selene, holding her hair and rubbing her back while she

the feed to a cell tower.” The Eros Alpha reports. “We couldn’t narrow it any

I hiss, fearing I

but

Bastien

our bodies, frothing sweet-smelling foam and bubbles on the surface of the deep water. The massaging streams of heated water are probably doing me more good than Selene,

both so exhausted we could have slept through a hurricane. Now I’m worried I won’t be able to get Selene to sleep at all, and if I do I’m afraid it

upstairs crooning sympathetic words; silent as I started the bath and stripped her down; silent as I guided her to the sink to brush her teeth. Selene bore it all in a sort of trance, looking so lost and empty I’ve done nothing but fantasize about disemboweling whoever owns

not truly with me, her sleek form rests atop mine and her cheek is flush to my chest, but her eyes are staring blankly into the distance. Trailing my hands over her slender form in soothing patterns, I try to check in without pushing her. “How are you doing,

of relief when she blinks and looks up at me, pleased

whispers pitifully,

her closer and stroking her hair. “I’m sorry I was such an ogre, I only wanted

hiccups, “You were right.