Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

#Chapter 13 Bastien Goes To See Her Again

6 Days Until the Rejection Ceremony

Selene’s POV

Early morning sunlight filters through the windows and bathes the room in dappled light. I feel Bastien tracing the patterns its rays form on my skin, trailing his fingers down my spine, circling the shadows and delicate illuminations across my ribcage.

At some point last night he must have shifted and carried me to bed. Now he lies beneath me, the steady rise and fall of his chest rocking my body like a boat bobbing on the waves. I stretch drowsily, turning my face up to his. His eyes are already on me, his rugged features radiating warmth. “Good morning, little wolf.”

I snuggle closer, reacting rather than thinking. “Good morning.” There are dark circles beneath Bastien’s eyes, “You didn’t sleep?”

“No.” He confirms, “I was a bit distracted.”

I can feel the blood drain from my face. “Is Arabella…?”

“She’s going to be fine.” Bastien assures me. “You on the other hand…” he trails off ominously.

| stiffen in his arms, “Bastien, I didn’t do it.”

Frowning, he catches my cheek in his palm. “I know that sweetheart.” He continues petting me, treating me as he might a skittish horse. “Arabella was distressed and confused, she was in a lot of pain – that’s all.”

No it wasn’t, I want to say, but I hold my tongue. “If you know I didn’t push her, why wouldn’t I be okay?”

Bastien raises a stern brow, “Because you, my sweet wife, are in a lot of trouble.”

“But I didn’t do anything.”

“Is that so?” He rises with predatory grace, sitting up in the bed and pulling me into his lap. My legs straddle his thighs and I peek up at him from beneath my lashes. “Have you forgotten already?” Bastien’s rough voice sends a shiver down my spine as his hand closes around my nape. “You didn’t tell anyone you were sick. You flagrantly disobeyed me – though I admit, that was more the fever’s fault than your own.” He concedes, “But you were perfectly lucid when you left the hospital without being discharged or leaving so much as a note, and then isolated yourself when your physical and mental health were at stake.”

I stare at my lap. “How did you know I was here anyway?”

thing too, or I wouldn’t have known about the storm – it didn’t hit the leeward side of the mountain.” Bastien’s fingers sink into my long hair, tangling in the thick tresses. He

my pregnancy hormones, but suddenly I feel like crying. I don’t want to explain. I was trying to do what was best for

furrows

you didn’t want to leave Arabella you didn’t have to.” I declare sulkily, “It was just a storm, I’m going to have

my skin. “I’m an Alpha,” He finally reminds me.

up in these notions of duty and obligation, and you fulfill them regardless of what it costs you.”

with dark intensity,

I murmur. “You’d give your life, if it

He states gently, “But you’re wrong if you think it isn’t a choice. I didn’t have to lead,

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me with emotions I cannot untangle let alone relieve. I don’t know what to do. Everything is coming down on me

my agitation, Bastien pulls me into his arms, tucking my body against his chest. Skin on skin, I feel his heart beating in perfect synchrony with my own. The pressure of his embrace forces some of the anxious energy out of me, and his warm hands begin to stroke my spine in a

nothing comes out. It often happens like this – a

Even when I want to speak, I can’t find the words – I can’t find my

my face into the crook of his neck. “Nothing at

Days Until the Rejection

going to be fine.”

dress the exact shade of Bastien’s eyes, while he sports a sleek black tux. Given my aversion to crowds, we haven’t been to many formal events over the last few years, but

far and wide to our secluded city. The Alphas of the Eros and Vega packs would be

Odette. I love

lip quirks as I sweep my gaze down his body. “Your tie is crooked.” I

satiny fabric until

Bastien’s intent gaze. He’s been looking at me like I’m a particularly tasty snack ever since I donned this dress, and his attention is

know

throat to add his own scent on top of my perfume. Heat begins pooling in my

was confusing at first, I didn’t understand why he would be so territorial over someone he didn’t love, but over time I realized love doesn’t have much to do with it. Regardless of feelings, I’m his wife –

scruffy cheeks abrade my sensitive skin. “I can’t do this when you’re

He croons, sounding