Pregnant And Rejected By My Alpha Mate By Caroline Above 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 heretely.”


    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?”


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


    Whateverfort 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 exin 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?”


    Bastien is still grumbling under his breath when I leave and once more, the strangest sensation


    ovees 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 mean when they talk about instincts and


    gut feelings?


    On the off chance it is, I tip toe over to the vent further along the corridor. I learned early on that this air


    duct connects to Bastien’ s office. If you stand in precisely the right ce, you can hear people


    speaking inside as if they are standing next to you.


    My tack pays off when Bastien’s low voice carries to me a momentter. “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 her 24/7 if she’s not in this house.”


    Getting 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 also remembered to turn off my


    phone, as well as the tracking built into the car.


    I’m going to be 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 ce. 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 me followed without my consent.


    More concerning still, Bastien having a constant guard on me is extremely inconvenient when I am


    trying to hide such arge secret. What happens if Drake is correct and I decide leaving was the right


    n after all? How in the Goddess’s name will get away?


    By the time I arrive at Dr. 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 for ten minutes before retaking it.


    When doctor Kane enters the exam room with a wide smile and begins putting on surgical gloves, I


    stop him. “I’m not here for an exam.”


    He pauses his movements, looking at me curiously. “Oh?”


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


    was hoping you might be willing to help me again now.”


    Though he seems curious, he doesn’t seem cold or annoyed, “What is it you need, Mrs. Durand?”


    “I want to know if there is anything you can prescribe me to…” I trail off, unable to find the words.


    “To what?” He prompts. “It’s okay. Everything we say in here is confidential and I promise there’s


    nothing you can ask that i haven’t heard before.” to know. So they can’t


    “Is there a drug that can mask the scent of my pregnancy hormones.” i blurt, “If I don’t want people


    smell it on me?”


    Dr. Kane purses his lips, taking a seat next to the exam bed. “Mrs. Durand, I’m going to ask you


    something and I need you to be honest with me.”


    “Alright.” I agree nervously,


    “I’m obligated byw to report cases of abuse if I suspect it, and after your visitst 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 have said earlier, I’m very sorry for your recent loss.”


    I barely get in a “thank you” before he goes on.


    “So I realize reporting it isn’t really an option. But if you aren’t safe, we can find another way to get you


    help.” He concludes “Now. Selene, are you unsafe -physically or mentally – in your home?”


    “No!” I exim. “Bastien wouldn’t ever hurt me, 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 if that’s okay.”


    “Of course.” Dr Kane says, rxing. “I apologize, but I had to ask.”


    “Not at all, it’s good you ask. It shows you care for your patients.”


    “Thank you.” He smiles widely, “Now to answer your question, yes there is something I can give you to


    mask the scent of the hormones. But it’s not exactly avable on the open market, if you know what I


    mean.”


    I frown. “Is it legal?”


    “Perfectly, it’s just not something for which there’s amercial market – so it doesn’t get produced as


    a pill or shot.” He exins, “It’s a tea, a fairly unpleasant one. And you’ll have to drink it every day.”


    “That should go well with my morning sickness.” I mutter sardonically.


    “Now that I can prescribe something for.” Dr Kane offers with a twinkle in his eye.


    For the first time all day I feel like smiling. “Dr. Kane, you’re a lifesaver!”


    When I get home I sneak up the back stairs to the apartment, a few grocery bags in my hands to


    maintain my cover story. I slip inside as silently as I can, sweeping my eyes through the cozy rooms to


    confirm I’m alone. Sighing with relief, I deposit the groceries on the kitchen counter and begin


    unpacking.


    I have less than 30 seconds of peace before a guttural voice sounds behind me. “First lesson in


    sneaking around, Little Wolf.” | spin around to find Bastien emerging from behind the front door.


    “Always clear your corners.”


    My jaw drops, and my mind struggles to decide whether to focus on his presence or the oddity of his


    hiding spot. “Were you waiting there the whole time I was gone?”


    “Sweetheart,” He says in a tone that implies anything but sweetness, “I heard you the moment you


    drove up.”


    I cross my arms over my chest, “Then I presume you came up here to apologize.”


    His ws shoot out so quickly I almost miss it in a blink. Whoops. “Me apologize?” He snaps.


    I shift from foot to foot, my heart beginning to pound ufortably hard. “You lied to me and then you


    had your men stalk me.”


    “I had my men guard you,” Bastien rumbles thunderously, “and you ran away from them and


    deliberately put yourself in danger!”


    “What danger, Bastien?” I challenge, “I know you’re not having me followed “24/7″ because of petty


    women’s harassment.”


    He prowls forward with a lethal re. “Take your pick Selene: Two weeks ago my father was murdered


    in this house and we have no idea who did it or why.” He lists off his fingers, “The pack is against you


    and Goddess knows what lengths those “petty women” might do to get you out of the way. Oh, and


    there’s a psychopath looking for you so he can drain and drink your blood like you’re a human juice


    box!”


    Images of Garrick shouting and raging at me burst across my vision, and I cower away from Bastien,


    stumbling over my own two feet. He catches me before I fall, but I flinch at his touch, whimpering in


    fear.


    Swearing under his breath, Bastien sweeps my body into his arms, “I’m sorry.” He breathes, snuggling


    me close. “I’m sorry, Little Wolf, I didn’t mean to yell.” Bastien coos, shushing me gently. “You just


    scared me.”


    Irx into his arms, my fear receding as quickly as it came. Yet a kernel of doubt remains in my heart.


    Bastien has never raised his voice at me like this before, he knows shouting and loud noises trigger me


    and no matter what has happened in the past, he’s always kept his temper in check. Always.


    What’s more, he doesn’t seem to think he did anything wrong, and I don’t think I can make him


    understand that his behavior wasn’ t okay. As far as he’s concerned, my safety gives him permission to


    use any means and go to any lengths to protect me, no matter how I feel or what I want.


    Even as I ept his pets and kisses, embracing the affection andfort, I can’t help but feel


    something was broken between us today. And I don’t think it can be fixed.