Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate novel Chapter 133

#Chapter 133 – Waiting

Selene

It’s been three days, and still Bastien hasn’t called.

I’m trying not to be an alarmist and avoid jumping to conclusions, but I can’t help but feel a sweeping sense of dread. Something is wrong. I know it. My mate wouldn’t let so many days go by without checking in, if not for Lila’s and my piece of mind, but for his own. I know how worried he was for our safety when he left, he wouldn’t just stop calling.

Luna has been beside herself since Bastien left, but now she’s really starting to lose it. Her agitated energy is combining with my own nerves and constant nausea in a very unpleasant way, and I’m starting to think all this turmoil will drive me completely crazy. There’s only so much a she-wolf can take.

What makes it worse is that Lila has been asking on a nearly hourly basis when Daddy is going to call, and the best I can tell her is that I don’t know. Drake and Sophie have been a big help, distracting her and keeping her busy when I’m working on the cafe transition. Of course, they can only do so much, especially when they’re distracted themselves – being so newly mated.

“Come on.” I tease Drake when we’re alone after dinner, “Out with it, when’s the wedding?”

“Who says there has to be one?” He answers slyly. “We’re already mated. I’ve never seen the point of weddings when the mate bond is so much more powerful than a piece of paper.”

“Maybe because you’re going to have your own hormonal mess to deal with before too long.” 1 tease, only half joking. It’s true some she wolves can go through a heat cycle with their mate and not end up breeding, but that’s quite an uncommon outcome unless contraception is being used.

Drake grunts in acknowledgement, but I can see the corners of his mouth twitching. Oh yes, he likes that idea. Typical man – they get to have all the fun watching the miracle happen while we have to suffer through it. At least, most men get to watch… Bastien missed seeing Lila come into being is he going to miss this baby too?

“Hey, stop it.” Drake orders in his usual, bossy fashion. My friend always has had a habit of mind reading. Not only that, he’s always been under the mistaken impression that he can somehow dictate the thoughts of others. Only an Alpha. I think ruefully.

“I can’t help it.” I moan. “I can’t stand this. Lila is so confused, I feel like hot garbage and my mate is thousands of miles away, probably trapped in that psychopath’s dungeon!”

*Who said Blaise has dungeons?” Drake asks, furrowing his brow.

“No one.” I reply sulkily. “He just seems the type.”

“Eh,” Drake shrugs, “that’s fair.” He reaches over and covers my hand with his own, squeezing gently. “But I’m telling you, it’s too early to know anything. Three days isn’t that long and you have enough to worry about as it is. Don’t stress out until you have a reason to.”

Narrowing my eyes, I catch the Eros Alpha in my crosshairs. “If Sophie was in my position, and you were in Bastien’s, would you go a day without checking in?”

Drake’s mouth compresses to a hard line. “We don’t know what it’s like there, Selene.

We don’t know what’s going on. I’m sure Bastien wants to check in, but whether he’s able to or not is another matter entirely.”

“I’m his mate.” I remind him. I’m connected to him in a way you all are not. And I can feel that something is wrong.”

“Sweetheart, you’re also under incredible pressure, sick and no offense, but your hormones are going haywire.” Drake points out gently. “I know it feels like something is wrong, but isn’t there a chance your body is playing tricks on you?”

I want to rant and rave that my friend has no idea what he’s talking about, but the truth is that he’s right. I can’t trust my body right now, not when I have a beloved little monster growing inside of me. As if the baby wants to prove Drake right, the next thing I know tears are streaming from my eyes.

Clucking sympathetically, Drake pulls me into his arms, “Poor thing. It never gets any easier does it?

“No!” I cry, latching onto the sturdy wolf and weeping into his collar.

of course this is the moment my young daughter chooses to come toddling out of her bedroom, clutching a stuffed elephant to her chest. “Mommy wha’s wrong?”