Page 54 of Pregnant Rejected Mate

“What’s going on?” I whisper urgently to Dad.

He shakes his head, wrinkled eyes full of worry. “I don’t know, Sierra,” he shrugs as much as his bound shoulders will allow. “They don’t work for me anymore, so I don’t know what’s going on.”

“Did you piss them off? Not pay them?” I ask urgently, keeping my voice low. “Don’t you have money from… You know who?”

“This isn’t about money,” he shakes his head. “Mateo made that very clear.”

“Who’s Mat—” I sigh frustratedly and shake my head. “You know what, never mind.”

Huffing in irritation, I roll my eyes and mentally scratch my head as I call out to Felix again. It’s so pointless right now, but it’s my only hope to get out of this diabolical situation.

Of course, my father had to get himself in some kind of trouble and drag me into it.

When loud, belting footsteps echo louder into the giant room, I feel hope slipping away as a shiver courses down my spine.

“Mateo, please, just let us go,” Dad pleads to the man behind me.

I haven’t made a single move, glaring at my father’s face when I feel a cold hand settle on my shoulder. Too disgusted to turn to the man called Mateo, I only see his reflection through Dad’s eyes.

“Let you go, Diego?” the man chuckles sardonically. “Where will the fun be in that?”

“Let my daughter go then. Please,” Dad begs Mateo, and I see his eyes pool with tears.

I frown then, witnessing a different side to the man I’d come to despise so much.

Unless this is all a part of some grand act. Scoffing under my breath, I know I can’t put it past my dad.

Anything is possible with him.

“What’s that, Ms. Sierra?” Mateo’s voice is thick with Spanish undertones as he steps in front of me.

I’m forced to look up into his hideous face where a scar marrs his left cheek.

“Nothing,” I grunt. “Just tell us what you want already.”

He lifts his head and guffaws into the air, trickles of saliva raining down around my personal space and filling me with the urge to throw up.

“What I want will be delivered to me very soon, Ms. Sierra. In fact…” he glances at his wristwatch. “... It should be here any minute now.”

“Why do you need us then?” I ask. “You’re getting what you want.”

“Collateral,” he says brutishly as he narrows his eyes at me, lips curled into a sardonic smirk. “He’ll have to comply with my demands when his friends’ lives are in my hands.”

I exchange a confused glance with my dad, who only offers me a terse shrug in response. Neither of us has any idea what’s going on, or who he’s talking about.

When the huge metal doors on the side shake against the chains holding them together, Mateo claps his hands.

“Aha! He must be here!” he cheers before whistling and calling a handful of goons from behind the wall.

One rushes to the door with a set of keys and is about to unlock the chains when one side of the door swings open, breaking through the metal links.

The man is crushed behind the door when it crashes against a concrete wall. My attention is zapped to the dark silhouette standing between the gaping hole where the door used to be. With the sun illuminating his presence from behind him, all that’s clear is his outline.

There’s no mistaking it.

I gasped in awe when I realized the man standing there was none other than Felix. I know those broad shoulders, those bulging arms, that jawline that could cut through glass. His stance is powerful, his fists clenched at his sides when the goons run toward him.

My breath hitches in my throat when Felix’s dragon wings spread out around him against the sunlight. With the golden hues forming an aura around the weredragon, he appears like an angel coming to save me.

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