Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

#Chapter 7 Bastien is Drunk

10 Days Until the Rejection Ceremony

Selene’s POV

The spinning blades of the ceiling fan whirl over my head, their swift revolutions mesmerize my senses, distracting me from all the unwelcome thoughts in my head.

Today is my three year anniversary, but instead of champagne and gifts, I lay alone in my bed while my husband is out doing Goddess knows what. I’ve been staring at the ceiling for the better part of an hour, and I don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon.

When I lost Luna, I thought I’d lost the ability to love. I imagined that nothing could ever come close to the pain of her death, that my heart was incapable of feeling any deep emotions without her.

I wasn’t entirely wrong; I do feel things less intensely than I did before. But if I’d known there was an emotion so powerful that it could destroy me even when I can’t feel it completely, I would never have married Bastien.

My husband is going to reject me in ten days, and I can’t even be angry with him. Bastien sacrificed three years of his life for me; he put off his own dreams, his own happiness, to care for me. He doesn’t owe me anything, and to ask him to stay married to me when he doesn’t want to would be incredibly selfish.

It’s Bastien’s turn to start a new chapter, and as painful as it is to contemplate, I have to let him. I owe him that and so much more; it’s not his fault he doesn’t love me.

I’m still lying there when my phone rings.

Bastien’s name flashes across the screen, and I pause a moment before answering. There’s no reason to broadcast my desperation. “Hello?”

I do not hear my husband’s voice on the other end of the line. Instead a woman’s high, tinkling laugh filters through the receiver. “Oh Bastien you’re too much!”

I don’t recognize the voice, “Hello?” I try again, the call sounds very muffled. A pocket-dial perhaps?

“Bella, would you behave for once?” I know that voice – only too well.

“Only if you make me.” I can practically hear her eyelashes batting through the phone. Some of the static fades, her voice suddenly sounding very clear. “Mmm,” She moans, “You remember just how I like it.”

I stab my finger into the ‘end call’ button, cutting off the exchange before the nausea rising in my throat can overwhelm me.

Arabella Winters has returned to Elysium, and Bastien is spending our anniversary with her instead of me. The she-wolf disappeared after my mating ceremony, traveling around to other packs in search of adventure or a new beginning. But whatever Arabella had been looking for, she clearly hadn’t found. Perhaps because she already knew where it was, but it was simply out of reach.

Well, it won’t be out of reach for much longer.

As disgusted as I am by the phone call, I know I don’t really have a right to be angry with Bastien. Our marriage has always been one of convenience, and I don’t want to get in the way of his happiness. I wish he would wait until we are officially separated, but he’s given me everything. The least I can do is return the favor.

I don’t want to be an anchor chaining Bastien to the past when he deserves to forge his own future, but that’s exactly what I will become if I tell him about the baby.

He can’t know, not ever.

After the rejection ceremony I’ll take some time to get my affairs in order, and then I’ll leave. I’ll take a page out of Arabella’s book and search for a new beginning with a new pack. In some ways it’s freeing. The last time I started over I didn’t get to choose my path. I love Bastien, but even the most successful arranged marriage will always be tainted by its forced beginning,

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# Chapter 7 Bastien is Drunk

Besides, I have a lot to look forward to as well. After all, I will be taking a piece of Bastien with me. I will have my baby; someone who I can love unconditionally and who will love me in return.

I slide my palm to my belly, resting it over the most precious secret I’ve ever held. I imagine this is how my mother must have felt when my father died – the similarities between our journeys do not escape me, but I’m determined not to continue on her path.

pack, she didn’t have any resources or plans, she was in such dire straits she could not turn down an

will be taking everything I possess with me, everything I need to start fresh. I will not need to indebt myself to a

it’s Aiden and I answer immediately; Bastien’s Beta only ever calls me if something is

“Aiden?”

you like this, but we have a bit of a situation: Bastien is plastered and apparently determined to give

“Where are you?”

Aiden shouts over the deafening

inside. I’ve gotten used to

unpleasant scene awaiting me. Some anniversary this is. It’s so late there’s not any

neon bar sign and imposing doorway with great trepidation. Taking one

packed with wolves I think it must be a fire hazard. Second, Aiden is not Bastien’s only drinking buddy. Arabella stands close by his side, her body language making the nature of their relationship very clear. And

can read the barely concealed fury simmering closer and closer to

his demons emerge to torment him. I’ve never

really want to move deeper into the malay. I would prefer to stay near an

pretending they are not watching the unfolding scene with avid interest, the bar patrons do me the courtesy

in his eyes broadcasts his surprise once he does. My presence seems to sober him slightly, some of the manic energy he’d been exuding ebbing

full, imposing height and prowls forward, sweeping his gaze across the crowd as he closes the distance between us. If I didn’t know any better I’d think he’s scanning the room for threats, but that doesn’t make any sense.

of cage with his arms when he reaches me, wrapping his large body around me protectively. “What are you

than I did a second ago. I’m also deeply relieved to find he is not angry or put out by my arrival. “I

Bastien is

eyes bore into me for a long moment, “You could have called,

perhaps he is irritated after all. Bastien isn’t one for public scenes, and it occurs to me

responds instantly,

the time we get home Bastien is all but passed out. I circle around to the passenger seat and undo his seatbelt, shaking him gently. “Bastien. Wake up,

at the sound of my voice, blinking at me

big bad wolf.” I tease, “Let’s get

ignite in his eyes.

the offer. “I meant your bed.”

me into the house like a sack of potatoes, navigating to his bedroom and tossing me onto

Selene’s POV

Bastien with wide eyes, my heart racing in

and fear war for

lowers himself to the bed, leaning over my prone form and pinning my hands against the mattress on either side of my head. He swallows my startled

when Bastien takes control going soft and supple as he extracts kiss after kiss from my lips. I open myself to him, giving my body up for his conquest and letting him sweep me away from reality. I lose all sense

has kissed me thousands of times and made love to me in every way possible, but I’ve never felt such desperation to make

stop, it will all be over for good. I want to brand his lips into my skin, I want to scorch the image of him, powerful and fierce above me, into my memory,

tongue assail me, melding pain and pleasure until I’m gasping and moaning in his arms. I arch my back, straining toward his body in a feverish attempt to find relief for

the relief i need eventually, but it won’t be soon enough. Bastien knows my body better than his own, and he revels in taking me to the very limits of pleasure. He works me over until my body is no longer my own,

I slump back down with a frustrated whine, and Bastien all but purrs with satisfaction. “Greedy little wolf.” He chuckles, dragging my lips from mine. He lays a trail of kisses over

to the soft spot behind

can’t take it anymore. Please, Bastien, I want to touch you.” i squirm,

to mine. I writhe beneath him with delicious friction and he loosens his commanding grip. freeing my wrists. I

and I’m at a loss to determine whether he is sad or angry. “We were fated.” He declares, “We were mates but we never

I freeze.

off me. There it is, the truth I’ve always known but he’s never spoken. Arabella is Bastien’s mate, and I took him

that I’m responsible for that tortured expression on his face I sit up slowly and glancing at Bastien over my shoulder. He’s laying on

emotion, and I get to my feet before he can notice and catch me. By the time I get to the door Bastien is half-asleep. I can’t recall ever seeing