Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

#Chapter 26 The Weak Link

Selene’s POV

I glance around the council chambers anxiously, wondering if anyone will step forward to challenge Bastien for control of the pack. The council can’t force him to step down as Alpha, but if he loses a fight to a stronger wolf he won’t have a choice.

I doubt there is anyone in Elysium strong enough to take on my husband, but this isn’t only about winning. Perception is everything. Whether or not someone can actually succeed, pack members challenging Bastien means they’ve lost confidence in his leadership, that they believe he is weak enough to unseat.

Seconds drag on like hours, mutters swarming like angry bees as Bastien turns on the spot, staring down the complainers until the chamber finally falls silent. I breathe a sigh of relief. Whatever they might say behind closed doors, when push comes to shove no one is brave enough to actually take on the Alpha.

Once he’s certain no one is going to speak up, Bastien turns back to the council. “There you have it gentlemen. You may not agree with my decisions, and questioning them is your right as advisors to this government, but until another Novan is strong enough to take my place – I am your Alpha.” His deep voice echoes around the room, “You can work with me, or you can continue working against me, but I guarantee you will not like the results if you do.”

A collective shiver works its way around the room, and I feel my own spine tremble. I’ve never seen Bastien release so much unchecked power, except perhaps when he faced down the Geminis. However it hadn’t been directed at the pack then, and it certainly is now.

“Is that a threat?” One of the councilors interjects, tacking on a nervous “Sir?” at the end.

“Take it however you like.” The Alpha replies cryptically, “I’m merely presenting the reality of your situation.”

The head elder straightens up determinedly, his gray hair practically standing on end despite his facade of confidence. “And what about your reality, Alpha?” He inquires, “Do you intend to lead the women of this pack as well as the men?”

Color flushes my cheeks as heads turn in my direction. The man was smart enough not to say it outright, but everyone knows he’s talking about my defect. Though Alphas have equal authority over all pack members, their mates are traditionally de facto leaders of the she-wolves.

I am not, and I never will be.

You cannot lead wolves if you don’t have a wolf of your own.

Bastien growls, and the elder shrinks in his seat. “I suggest you retract that question, Counselor.”

“Forgive me, Alpha, but Grigore’s question concerns us all. The fact is that we need strength in all our leaders – a chain is only

as if he’s fighting to keep his claws retracted. His brawny arm jerks up, one livid finger pointing

in heavy pants, his body pushed to the brink by the effort of holding his wolf back. He throws out both arms now, drawing attention to his bare abdomen: a swath of rippling muscles covered in battlescars.

drive into my chest like the sharpest knife. “It’s not her fault – no one is saying that – but the bottom line is that a shifter without their

you would stay after what they did to you.” Drake’s increasingly familiar voice filters through

opportunity to discuss anything personal. Catching him up has been difficult in a house full of shifters with wolf hearing. I’ve finally secluded myself on the terrace, leaning against the railing

stood up for me –

nothing to do with you last week, but when something goes wrong for him he expects you to drop everything to help. That isn’t loyalty, it’s

please trust that I know my husband slightly better than you do.” I say, “Bastien is the least selfish person

he throws you over again? He’s going to stop needing you eventually, especially with the pack pressuring him to do something he already wanted.” The truth of his words hit me like a ton of

“Yes.” I confirm.

Drake asserts, “So you need to decide what’s more important: supporting a man who doesn’t love you, or claiming freedom for yourself and your

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the scent.” I’m grasping at straws and I know it. “I’ll go see the doctor tomorrow, maybe

shaking his head. “That’s a bandaid at best. What happens when

another month or so.” I reply, “Because my morning sickness is so bad the doctor actually said I was more likely to lose

voice now. “It’s your decision, Selene. And I will help you whatever you choose, but

considerably sadder than when I made the call, but slightly less stressed. “I promise I’ll think

warmly. “I only want what’s best for

Bastien’s POV

my hands, and I call out for Aiden to enter. I don’t need to look up to know it’s him.

outside my office for almost half an hour?” I

clears his throat. “We have a

do look up. “What kind of