Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Selene’s POV

Arabella is curled in a heap at the bottom of the stairs, her pitiful cries grating against my ears like nails on a chalkboard. I can’t see any blood, but the sickening, unnatural angles of her legs leave me with no doubt her pain is genuine. A healthy, young wolf, she’ll heal quickly, but that won’t stop the injuries from hurting like a bitch in the interim.

I might feel some sympathy for her, if it wasn’t for her melodramatic wails and repeated howls of, “Why Selene? Why did you do it?” Doctors and nurses crowd around her, shouting orders, but no one seems to pay me any mind.

I’m still in shock. Everything happened so fast and my brain is scrambling to catch up. I haven’t moved from the top of the stairs, looking down at the grisly scene with wide eyes. How had everything gone so wrong so quickly? One moment my secret was safe, and the next my husband’s mate was trying to push me down the stairs because I hadn’t been smart enough to have a sensitive conversation in private.

Only Arabella and I know what truly happened. It will be her word against mine, and I can’t explain the truth without revealing the reason why the she-wolf tried to push me. I can defend myself honestly and reveal I’m pregnant, or lie and say she simply tripped.

Would anyone even believe me? From the outside it certainly looks like I had motive. My husband is about to reject me for this woman, and in the eyes of the pack I probably seem damaged enough to suffer some sort of mental break as a result.

I’d like to think Bastien knows me well enough to realize I would never do such a thing, but Arabella is his mate, and logic tends to go out the window when it comes to mates. All he’ll hear is that someone threatened her life, and nothing else will matter.

When it comes down to it, Bastien will always choose Arabella over me – and that means I’m in a lot of trouble. An Alpha wolf in a blind rage is the most dangerous animal on the planet, and if Arabella manages to send Bastien into one, it will not matter that I’m his wife.

If you asked me this morning if I thought my husband would ever raise a hand against me, I would have said no – but that was before. I’m not sure what he’ll do now, and I have no intention of sticking around to find out.

I rush back to my room, frantically trying to free myself from the tubes and needles in my arm.

“Let me help you with that.” It’s the doctor from before, slowly approaching from the doorway and nodding towards my arm.

“What? Why would you-” He’s already clamping the fluid lines and pressing gauze to the insertion site.

*I don’t believe you pushed anyone.” He says simply, wrapping a bandage around my freed arm. “And I figure if you’re afraid of your husband, you have good reason.”

feel like crying, “Thank you.” I suddenly realize how rude

says with a kind smile. “But you

Thomas.” I breathe. “You’re a good

the corner where Bastien’s coat is thrown over the armchair and delves

Bastien’s POV

moment I return to the emergency ward I know Selene is gone. Her scent lingers, but not nearly strong enough. My hackles raise and Axel

but stop when I recognize the scent of another she-wolf. Axel continues tugging me towards

I hear the howls of pain. I take off at a run, finding Arabella in an open bay surrounded by people and machines. Her legs

leaning over her so she can

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and her cheeks are soaked with tears. “Selene

certain I’ve heard her

she was in the hospital so I came to visit, but when she saw me – I don’t know what happened. She just lost it and pushed

hate feeling so helpless. I know there’s nothing I can

only thing I can. “It’s going

leave me.” She

“Never.” I promise

Selene’s POV

Instead I drive along the winding road on the north face of the mountain, heading for the cabin

at the hospital. Bastien would certainly

with myself for not

top of those stairs came down to power and power alone. She did not want there to be any challenge to her position in the

her actions become clear in my mind, maternal wrath swells in my chest. Though I might have been killed in the fall, her attack was not against me. It didn’t matter to Arabella whether I miscarried or died –

that leaves me no

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