Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

#Chapter 14 I Am Pushed Into The Pool

Selene’s POV

I’ve never seen so many people in one place.

Nova hall is packed to the gills with glittering bodies. Wolves from across the pack have gathered to celebrate Gabriel, all decked out in their finest. I know most of the people here, having met them at some point or another over the last three years, but at least a quarter of the guests are outsiders.

Members of a dozen other packs have come to pay their respects, for tonight not only marks Gabriel’s birthday, but also his 30th anniversary as Alpha. There is no question my father-in-law has been a highly influential leader, brokering unprecedented alliances with powerful packs across the continent.

I stand close to my mother-in-law’s side, wishing I could go back to the pack house. I hate these events, which always leave me feeling scrutinized and judged by the prying eyes of pack socialites. Most pack members view me as either an oddity or a charity case, but there is one group in particular who took great offense when Bastien took me for a mate.

Everyone knows my story. My escape and Garrick’s subsequent disappearance was headline news in Elysium, and if it weren’t for Gabriel and Bastien, I probably would have become something of a pack side show.

With all our other concerns, I’m not sure any of us considered that I might need protection from negative attention within the pack, but time proved it was very necessary. Bastien had been the Nova’s most eligible bachelor since he was a boy, and the pack’s unmated women took our marriage especially hard.

It was one thing when people thought he would marry Arabella – she fit the role of an Alpha’s wife, the de-facto leader of Novan females. I did not. I am not a leader, and standing next to Bastien I look more like his kidnapping victim than a partner. I am short, scrawny and timid; a halfling with strange eyes and nothing but wasted potential.

The fact that I am a Volana ceased to matter when I lost Luna. I am an incomplete person by definition, and that might be alright if I held no power, but the idea of having a woman without a wolf helping to lead the pack did not sit well with a great many people.

I have no doubt the pack will be relieved when our rejection ceremony is announced, but everyone agreed it should wait until after the gala. No one wanted to pull attention from Gabriel on his special night.

I can feel a hundred eyes crawling over my form.

I wish Bastien was here.

calming presence, but no one puts me at ease like my husband. He is the only person with whom

wrong now that she’s mostly healed, but it also wouldn’t surprise me given the way she’s been milking her injuries. It would be perfectly in character for

Her allegations against Gabriel still ring in my ears, posing far too many uncomfortable questions. There’s no doubt she cannot be trusted when it comes to my well being, but that doesn’t

terrible person does not mean she’s never been wronged, in fact one could argue that being terrible makes some past trauma more likely. I have a hard time believing it of my father-in-law, but I also remember the look in Bastien’s eyes when he told me he doesn’t do anything he doesn’t

have

she gets released from the hospital. I know I don’t have to worry about her sharing my news with anyone, but I’m afraid

this become such

to check on Gabriel and I find myself very literally thrown to the

more disdainful rather than truly sympathetic, “If Bastien hadn’t married her she’d be in a gutter somewhere. He’s so noble. I can’t imagine

no secret that Bastien married me

claimed her.” Another woman adds, “Can you imagine your husband never marking you? It’s

The first woman scoffs,

garden door to stroll alongside the saltwater pool bisecting the blossoming greenspace. I hold my head up high as I

down a flight of stairs.” I don’t recognize the speaker, but her words make my

pain, and the after effects remain to

Sa

nounce

towards the woman who spoke such cruel words, and find her watching me. It’s clear she’d wanted me to hear her; her features are alight with malicious

of it?” I counter. “People have rejection ceremonies all the time.” This is not entirely true. Rejection ceremonies are actually relatively

long red hair over her shoulder. “People may, Alphas

rather than shutting down, I fight back. “Actually it

rightly so, it’s far past time he got rid of you.” She bites back, sharing a cruel smile with her