Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

Chapter 27

#Chapter 27 My Husband Has Me Followed

Selene’s POV

“I need to promise me you’ll be careful.” Bastien’s oversized hands are framing my cheeks, his metallic eyes boring into my own.

grasp his wrists, my small hands only stretching halfway around them. “I’m just going to the store, Bastien.”

His brow furrows even deeper than it already was. “Maybe Donavon should go with you, or better yet: we can send one of the maids instead.”

“I’m perfectly capable of buying groceries without a babysitter.” I assure him in my sweetest voice. As I untangle myself from his grasp, I add, “Are you really this concerned about the reward flier?”

“I just want you to be safe,” He deflects. “Things have been crazy around here lately.”

It does not escape my notice that he didn’t actually answer my question. I narrow my eyes, “Did something happen? Did somebody report me to your false tip line?”

“No.” Bastien promises firmly. “I’m just uneasy about everything that’s happened with the pack.”

Whatever comfort I gained from his direct “no,” disappears with the second part of his answer. There’s nothing suspicious about

it per se, something simply feels off deep in my bones. “What aren’t you telling me?”

If I needed confirmation he’s hiding something, his immediate “nothing!” provides it.

“Okay, then explain to me why you were okay with me going to the park alone three days ago, but now I can’t set foot out of the house?” I inquire.

“Of course you can set foot out of the house.” He sighs, “It’s simply that the store is crowded this time of day and I don’t want you to be harassed about the hearing.”

In truth I would be worried about it to – if I was actually going to the store. “I’ll be okay.” I insist. “Sticks and stones, remember?”

sensation overcomes me as I round the corner. It feels like a strange tingling in my belly, like my body is trying to tell me something my brain can’t sense. Is this what shifters

the corridor. I learned early on that this air duct connects to Bastien’ s office. If you stand in precisely the right place, you can hear

off when Bastien’s low voice carries to me a moment later. “Don, Selene’s about to leave for the store. I want you to follow her.” He must be on the phone. There’s a pause, then he

to the hospital undetected is not easy. Donavon, as it turns out, is quite a skilled stalker. I have to circle two parking garages and run a red light to ditch him. Luckily I

in trouble when I get home, but not as much trouble as Bastien. After I ditched Donavon and the sheer inconvenience of his order waned, the outrage rose up to take its place. Though I’m not sure what’s going on, it’s clear Bastien

large secret. What happens if Drake is correct and I decide leaving was the right plan after all? How in

Kane’s office, I’m so worked up that my blood pressure is through the roof and the nurse makes me sit and do breathing exercises

Kane enters the exam room with a wide smile and begins putting on surgical gloves, I stop him. “I’m not here for

movements, looking

when I was here before.” I begin earnestly, praying he’ll take pity on me, “So

or annoyed, “What is it you need, Mrs.

want to know if there is anything you can prescribe me to…”

what?” He prompts. “It’s okay. Everything we say in here is confidential and I promise there’s nothing you can ask

know. So they

of my pregnancy hormones.” i blurt, “If

to the exam bed. “Mrs. Durand, I’m going to ask

“Alright.” I agree nervously,

it’s clear something is not right in your marriage. Now, I understand your husband is the Alpha,” He

barely get in a “thank

way to get you help.” He concludes

not in a million years.” I vow. “I have my own reasons for wanting to hide the pregnancy – one’s I’d prefer to keep private

says, relaxing. “I apologize, but I had to

you ask. It shows

is something I can give you to mask the

frown. “Is

doesn’t get produced as a pill or shot.” He explains, “It’s a tea, a fairly unpleasant

with my morning sickness.”

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