Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

#Chapter 28 The Equinox Disaster

Bastien’s POV

The Autumn Equinox has always been my favorite holiday. Above All Souls Night, the Summer Solstice and Yuletide, the Equinox is the best day of the year. Every September Elysium is overtaken by a sprawling festival celebrating the event, combining centuries-old rites and traditions with modern revelry and entertainment.

The changing of the seasons has always been sacred to shifters. Our power is always strongest on the nights the Goddess turns the wheel of the world, summoning so much magic it overflows into all of creation.

More than any year of my life so far, this Autumn’s celebration must go well. It’s my first year as Alpha and even though my father oversaw most of the planning, the actual event is happening on my watch. With everything that has happened in the last few weeks I desperately need some good PR with the pack, and a superb Equinox would go a long way to achieving that.

On the other hand, if something goes wrong, it will be a literal disaster. The pack won’t consider a botched festival a bad party, they will consider it an affront to our most cherished heritage and hallowed customs. That cannot happen. There are already murderers and saboteurs running around my city wreaking havoc, the last thing I need is to offend the Goddess on top of it.

However things are already off to a less than ideal start. Major partners my father contracted to sponsor the festival have pulled out at the last minute, and it seems like everywhere I look, some new crisis pops up.

I know event planning is chaotic at times, but things are falling apart too suddenly, frequently and majorly. Every last step is a challenge, and I’m certain the same person who has been making my life so difficult lately is responsible.

Despite everything, we‘ve managed to make it to festival night without any catastrophes, and I plan to enjoy it with my family small as it may be.

“This was always your father’s favorite night too.” My mother sniffled, straightening my already straight tie. We‘re waiting for Selene in the foyer, ready to depart for the event kick-off. Convincing Mom to come wasn’t easy, but I encouraged her to look at it as a chance to honor Dad by celebrating something he loved.

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needed myself. I’ve been so focused on my own difficulties and need for personal

shoulders and drop

expecting to see Selene. Instead one of the sentries emerges, striding swiftly down the stairs and

to take a few deep breaths. It seems ever since I yelled at her, Selene has been unwell more often than not. I wish I could take back my words that day more than anything – I’ve never felt more shame than the moment I realized my mate was afraid

married to me. I don’t believe it’s intentional, Selene doesn’t have a cruel or passive aggressive bone in her body, but

paints my mother’s features. “You should

she’s been too unwell to keep our plans. Trust me, me checking

She answers, squeezing my hand. “Was your fight really

doesn’t know the secret of Selene’s blood, my wife actually knows more of the truth than my mother. Neither woman leaves the Pack House often enough to have heard the rumors spreading like wildfire, and I won’t worry them with the increasing evidence of ongoing foul play. I’m not sure my mother’s broken heart could take the stress, and I refuse to make my mate live in any

is that we disagreed about Selene’s safety, and I was an

finally reply,

Selene’s POV

on the bathroom floor for hours isn’t nearly as pleasant when you’re not delusional with fever. Impossible as it seems given how miserable I was at the time, being completely lucid and dressed to the nines while endlessly vomiting is far more

with his medicine, I still haven’t put on any weight, and I’m becoming

normalcy when ! can’t move from the bathroom. How many more times can I cancel our plans

me more than my mate. Even if he can’t

rebuilt after his father’s death has been slowly fading, especially after our fight. Nothing

there’s a chance he’s going to toss me to the curb in another month. I know he would be happier without me, and there’s no doubt the pack

most of our last days together, and instead I’m stuck here on the