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.”

a right to know.” I

is denying that, Selene.” Drake interjects soberly. “The issue is when knowing does more harm than

sound of that. Returning

exhale. “They weren’t security cameras.” He rumbles, shaking his head in frustration. It’s painfully clear he doesn’t want to tell me this, and equally clear that he’s livid I forced

turns to ice as his words register, a thousand horrible implications

mouth is a hard line, his eyes closed in resignation. “Baby, whoever sent you there was watching

Bastien

time, I want to bundle her in my arms and kiss away all her fears, tell her that none of this is

something

the blood drained from her face,

#Chapter 100 Cameras

– when we were sleeping?… And when we went to the bathroom?… When you

sweetheart.” I confirm

my waste basket. “Fuck,” curse, immediately

something else that can’t wait,” Drake interrupts urgently, refusing to hang

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

the feed to a cell tower.” The Eros Alpha reports. “We couldn’t narrow it any further than that, but we have a general location on where the

me.” I hiss, fearing I

sorry, but

Bastien

the master bathroom’s huge sunken tub pulse around 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, since she’s sprawled out on my chest and not actually seated in the tub, but she doesn’t seem to

into my waste basket I hung up with Drake and brought her back up to our room. Half an hour ago we were both so exhausted we could have slept through a hurricane. Now I’m

a word since I explained about the cameras. She was silent as I carried her upstairs crooning sympathetic words; silent as I started the bath and stripped her down; silent as I guided her to the sink to brush

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

and looks up at me, pleased she’s still responsive. Unfortunately that’s the only good news I’m going to be

Selene whispers pitifully, her beautiful eyes

hair.

were right. I