Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

#Chapter 36 Leave

Bastien’s POV

Axel hasn’t made a sound in days. Though he was all but feral from the moment I answered Danver’s phone call to the second Dr Kane uncovered Selene’s body in the morgue, he hasn’t moved a muscle since. I’ve found myself reaching out to him on the hour,

extending my internal feelers toward his shape just to make sure he’s still there.

More than anything else, his absence tells me that this nightmare l’ve been living is unfortunately very real. Selene – my sweet, perfect little wolf – is dead.

She ran from my home believing I thought her guilty of a terrible crime. She fled my protection because I made her think it was persecution, and died alone and afraid.

My father’s death nearly destroyed me, but my mate’s has annihilated me completely. Everything that used to matter to me, has ceased to be important. Suddenly I don’t care if I’m the Alpha; I don’t care if the pack falls to ruin; I don’t care if Arabella is found; 1 don’t even care if I live.

I do not recognize myself, and I don’t feel the need to find the man I once was, nor create a path forward for the wretch I’ve become.

At first I took to the forest, but when I discovered that I could not shift, I returned to the pack house, and locked myself in my rooms. My mother, Aiden and Donovan have all tried to persuade me to return to the land of the living, but I have no interest in being there without Selene,

Even now, when Aiden is outside my door with news that might have sent me running last week, I want nothing more than to disappear.

“The enforcers think they’ve found Arabella.” He calls through the heavy wood panel.

“Fine.” I respond blankly, refusing to pull my attention from the picture frame clutched in my hand. “Go get her.”

“Not without you.” Aiden huffs out a frustrated breath. “We need you to lead us.”

“You don’t.” I counter, tracing Selene’s shape in our wedding photo. “Just bring her home.”

vow to Flynn and your father to care for Arabella, to safeguard the pack. Do not disappoint them this way. Do not break your

out, flinging all my anguish and fury in their direction. “I broke the

a promise.” Aiden chastises. “You‘d never forgive yourself if something went wrong with the

i’ll have to take.” I snap, wishing I could pull my mate out

ears, too low to decipher without strain – and I don’t care enough to try. If you won’t do it for honor, do it for intel.” Donavon

reaches of my mind, even as I brush them aside.

reminds, “I doubt they planned on

disheartened, I drag one hand through my hair. “What makes you so sure

“We’ve already got eyes

huddle around Arabella, wrapping her in emergency blankets and

and splotchy, her flushed skin wet with tears and her

wails, clinging to Danvers’ burly shoulders. “He said he said he was going to kill me. He promised

anything about the man responsible? What he looked like? Anything he told

Arabella swoons into another fit of sobs. I should feel guilty for not being more concerned, indeed, under any other circumstances I would be absolutely horrified by my apparent apathy when someone I care about is so clearly suffering. Yet I can’t bring myself to

I am of Arabella, I’ve known for a long time that those feelings come down to

form. She didn’t ask to be kidnapped, but if I hadn’t been off looking for her, I would have been there when Selene needed

Denizen, trying to protect her from bounty hunters and power mad dictators – and it was all for nothing. The real danger was right

voice drags me back to the present. “He wore a mask. But he said Bastien has only himself to blame.” Her big brown eyes lock onto me, her lower lip caught in a trembling pout. “He said you don’t

Selene’s POV

My senses gradually return,

cold ground beneath my cheek littered with fallen leaves and sprawling tangles of knobby roots. A fluttering breeze carries birdsong to my ears,

this place. I think with languid bliss, carefully pushing myself up to examine this new plane of existence. It looks so like the forests around Elysium; the forests I grew up exploring with Luna; the

stomping grounds; that my afterlife should be spent in the peace of

my neck and stretch my aching limbs iņ confusion, a new thought plaguing my bewildered psyche. If this