Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

Chapter 47

Bastien‘s POV 

The first thing I see is the fear on Selene‘s face. Fear I hate myself for causing. She‘s backed into a corner, appearing so much more like the lost little wolf I pulled from a tree, than the confident woman I met today.  

It takes all my strength to pull my eyes from Selene‘s haunted expression and survey the rest of the scene, at which point I realize why she‘s in the corner. The tiny body is visible even now, with pint–sized hands clutching her skirt and a gleaming pair of two–toned 

eyes peeking out from behind her leg. 

Mate, Axel croons with satisfaction. And mate‘s pup. Mine, both mine. 

We don‘t know who that pup belongs to yet. I caution him, though I cannot help but feel drawn to the tiny creature in a way I can‘t explain 

I don‘t care who she belonged to. He growls. I saw her. I like her. She‘s mine now. 

That‘s not how it works. I admonish him. 

Unable to assuage her curiosity, the little girl pokes her head out of hiding, and Selene stiffens reflexively. Waving off my men, 1 stride forward and close the door, carefully approaching the she–wolves. “Hello little one.” I murmur to the child, kneeling down so that we‘re at eye level, even if I‘m still halfway across the room. “Goddess she looks exactly like you.” I revel, looking back and forth between the beautiful faces, 

I‘ve seen many pups and kissed many babies in my life, but I cannot remember ever seeing such a perfect child. It‘s not just that she is my mate‘s creation – that she is the heart and soul of the woman I adore – it‘s that she is pure light, pure love. Despite my misgivings, I have to agree with Axel. Mine. 

A tiny voice tugs at my heart strings. “Mommy who‘s that?” 

The gooey warmth in my belly hardens like a rock, and the reality of our situation splashes over me like a bucket of ice water. If this child is mine, Selene hid her existence from me for years. She left Elysium knowing she was pregnant, and took my baby someplace where I could not protect her. 

“That‘s an excellent question.” I state harshly, catching my mate in my crosshairs. “Selene?” Slowly unfolding until I‘m standing again, I move forward. “Who am I to her?” 

“A stranger,” Selene designates coldly, “and what do we say to strangers, Lila?” 

On cue the tiny pup lifts her chubby fingers to her lips and pulls ar imaginary zipper across her mouth, pressing her lips tightly together and shaking her head once she‘s finished. 

talk to strangers, but that‘s not what I am.” Little by little, the tot is emerging

her head, still

Selene alone. “And whatever she cares about, I care

flashes across Selene‘s features. “What

to lie to her?” I demand.

to put those kinds of ideas in her head!” She hisses, flames

not towards my little wolf. With every second that passes, the more certain I am that this is my child, which means I have every right. I arch a brow at

whips out and closes over the child‘s before she can lift her fingers to answer

whose is she?” I

her wolf glowing in her eyes. Goddess she‘s stunning when she‘s angry

her all

her, Selene invites, “do you see yourself in her?

little girl before Selene can stop

to leave the ground and can‘t quite wrap her head around her new predicament. Nonetheless, her surprise disappears quickly, replaced by unapologetic curiosity. She looks up at me with

her, no matter how impossible. Shaking my head, settling Lila more comfortably in my arms and internally swooning when she instantly rests her cheek on my shoulder. “I can‘t see anyone else in her either.” I finally answer Selene‘s question, unable to disguise the reverence

looks lost herself now, her attention swinging back and forth between my face and Lila‘s, clearly

at the floor far below before looking back to me,

to being carried around by my

pure excitement. “No, want to

for a moment before agreeing, “Well I think

and giggling with joy as I toss her over my head, catching her

Selene‘s POV 

around on the back of a huge black wolf like he‘s a pony. Bastien gallops around the room indulging Lila‘s every whim. It started with “the flying game“, as it‘s now known, and somehow evolved and unraveled into playful chaos: wolf-back rides, play–wrestling, even

like a common dog and proudly returned it to

anger, for yelling and drawn out

sneak away to the bathroom, thankfully unnoticed amidst the raucous play. When I first got pregnant this was exactly the kind of scene I dreamed about. Before the rejection, before

away; showing me these glimpses of bliss that will haunt me for the rest of my life. I want

stay strong, I have to keep fighting.

exhausted herself and is lying on top of wolf Bastien as if he‘s a giant pillow. Honestly it‘s an impulse I understand – how many times did he shift to comfort me

Bastien shifts back, passing Lila to me so he can get dressed.