#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?”

tingling in my belly, like my body is trying to tell me something my brain can’t sense. Is this what

further along 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 people speaking inside as if they are

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 continues, “Yes, I want guards on

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 also remembered to turn off my phone, as well

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 lied to my face about whatever threat I face, and further saw fit to invade my privacy by having

concerning still, Bastien having a constant guard on me is extremely inconvenient when I am trying to hide such a large secret. What happens if Drake is correct and I decide leaving was the right plan after all? How in the Goddess’s name

at Dr. Kane’s office, I’m so worked up that my blood pressure is through the

Kane enters the exam room with a wide smile and begins putting on

pauses his movements, looking at me

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

seems curious, he doesn’t seem cold or annoyed, “What is it you

there is anything you can prescribe me to…”

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

So they

pregnancy hormones.” i

Durand, I’m going to ask you something and I need

“Alright.” I agree nervously,

your visit last time and now this.. it’s clear something is not right in your marriage. Now, I understand your husband is the Alpha,” He pauses, looking guilty for a moment, “I should

a “thank you” before he goes

if you aren’t safe, we can find another way to get you help.” He concludes “Now. Selene, are

vow. “I have my own reasons for wanting to hide the pregnancy – one’s I’d prefer to keep

says, relaxing. “I apologize, but

you ask. It shows you care

mask the scent of the hormones. But it’s not exactly available on the open

frown. “Is

just not something for which there’s a commercial market – so it doesn’t get produced as a pill or shot.” He explains, “It’s a tea, a fairly unpleasant one. And you’ll have to

with my morning

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