Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

#Chapter 15 Want To Make Bastien Jealous

Selene‘s POV

My lungs burn as I choke on the salty pool water, trying desperately to keep my eyes open. A razor sharp pain explodes in my chest, tearing me from the inside out. As my airway seals shut and all the oxygen leaves my body, I feel a strange sense of peace. As if I know in my heart it‘s over now, and I can finally rest.

As my eyes shutter for the last time, I catch a final glimpse of the mortal world: An eerie cauldron of blue and green, dotted with the reflections of the garden‘s fairy lights. The yellow orbs are broken only by the soft air pockets floating skyward, and then an explosion of bubbles and foam.

An iron bar circles my middle, and suddenly I‘m ascending, catapulting towards the surface. Saltwater spews from my mouth as I burst into the fresh air. I cough violently, unable to focus on anything but gulping in as much oxygen as I possibly can. I‘m floating towards the pool‘s edge, vaguely aware of a warm body holding me aloft.

Half a dozen hands pull me from my watery coffin, rolling me onto my stomach so that I can expel every last drop of fluid from my lungs. A heavy blanket settles over my shoulders, and I realize I’m shivering like a wet chihuahua.

Familiar voices break through the haze, fussing and calling my name. I crack my eyes open to find Odette and Gabriel sitting on my left, both bone dry. I turn my head in the opposite directing, zeroing in on the man dripping water from every thread of his ruined tux.

His hair is so dark it‘s almost black, and he watches me with piercing green eyes. He is not nearly so large as Bastien, but he is

undeniable air of an Alpha wolf, but I’m sure I’ve never seen him before.

He must be from another pack, I realize.

“Thank you,” I gasp, reaching for his hand.

The man clasps my palm, squeezing gently. “Don‘t mention it.”

“Selene sweetheart, what happened?” Odette is hovering over me like a frenzied mother hen, distress drawn in every line of her beautiful face.

“Give her some space to breathe, my love.” Gabriel says, scooping me up. “Let’s get her inside.“

As the crowd of guests part to let the Alpha pass, I hear my mother-in-law fussing over my savior. “You must be freezing, please come inside and we‘ll find you some dry clothes, Mr. Cavanaugh.”

I recognize the name; the Cavanaughs lead the Eros Pack. This man is too young to be the Alpha, but i’d bet good money he’s next in line.

carries me up to one of the hall’s social parlors, his mate close on his tail commanding the various sentinels to bring blankets and dry clothes. Every inch of my body feels bruised and drained. I never knew drowning was so

stripping my sopping dress from my trembling body.

mother–in–law strokes my drenched hair, “I‘ll call Bastien.”

older man‘s suits. His hair is still wet, but no

My voice is a shadow of

to

by a cough, but the warmth remains. This man is all light and charm – nothing like Bastien. “I’m glad I could be

happened?” Gabriel asks me, his salt and

Like I could forget.

the embarrassment of explaining the truth. “One minute I was walking by

sympathetically, “Bastien should have taught you to swim a long

the hallway is closed, but her words are as clear as day. “Did you hear what I said?

pause, and I feel a familiar lump in my throat. No explanation was needed. Bastien was choosing Arabella over

once more. Suddenly I did not want to simply curl up and wait for Bastien to come sweep me home. No, I want to

you want to use me to make your

of the night. My hair has been blown dry and though I still feel like

the molten silver dress the pool destroyed, the emerald gown I now wear reveals far more than it leaves to

say that,” I hedge, smothering a smile. “But if that‘s how you want to interpret it, go right

objections,” Drake teases, “I just

quickly coming to like Drake. He is warm and easy-going, always ready with a laugh. “Well in that case, yes. That’s

seeking petty revenge for Bastien‘s neglect. I know he cares for me as best he can, but part of me

I ask you something?” I request, slowly

The young wolf

sound very odd, but I don‘t know a lot about our kind.” I

history.” An apologetic look crosses his countenance, “Gabriel notified my father when your step–father ran.

it won‘t come as a surprise to you that my knowledge of pack behavior and traditions is a bit lacking.” He offers me a

raises one dark brow. “I don‘t suppose this has anything to do with

him,