Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

Chapter 49

Selene’s POV 

After eight years in a veritable dungeon, I thought freedom was escaping to Elysium. 

After spending three years married to a man who didn‘t love me and obligated to help lead a pack of shifters who hated me, thought freedom was finding my independence in Asphodel. 

After nearly four years of living without my wolf, I thought freedom was getting her back when I became a mother.. 

I was wrong every time. 

This is freedom. Transforming, releasing my soul and setting her loose – that is the freedom I‘ve been missing my entire life. Running on all fours through the rolling Vega hills with no map and no limitations, no hurdles to jump or weights slowing me down. it’s adrenaline like I‘ve never experienced. 

I don‘t care that I‘m not in the forest, or that it‘s broad daylight. I don‘t care that I‘m still getting used to four legs and a tail, which makes my loping strides significantly less graceful than Bastien‘s. The truth is that I don‘t have a care in the world. 

Even my concern for Lila has been dampened amidst this incredible high, partly because I now recognize the wisdom of removing her from the scene of my shift, and partly because I simply cannot bring myself to feel anything but happiness in this moment. 

Bastien runs alongside me, hanging back to keep pace with me rather than running miles ahead as he could. Luna couldn‘t be more thrilled, as far as she‘s concerned, the only thing better than being free, is being free with Bastien, 

Her response to the Alpha has been very illuminating for me. I‘m beginning to understand how the mating bond can drive shifters mad, or destroy relationships between chosen mates. If Luna had her way I would be back in Bastien‘s bed already, but fortunately for us, I have not forgotten our past. 

He can try to rewrite our story as many ways as he wishes, but the fact remains he had his chance with me, and he wasted it 

Bastien‘s POV 

coat stands out against the deep green hills like the moon in darkened skies Watching her streak over the dales in a blur of snowy limbs, I don‘t even mind glowing my pace to run next 10 her She‘s more ecstatic than I‘ve ever seen her, completely lost to the

not shift. Every full moon run for which she was left behind, every equinox she spent at home rather than in the forest – she never complained, but I know how it hurt. After all, the instincts were still there, she

harrowing to say the least When we get back I have every intention of calling my mother to thank her for seeing me through the process when I was a young teenager If my little mate could do that amount of damage to the safehouse, I can

when she gave birth. No matter how hard I try to put the thoughts from my mind, I can‘t help but wonder who was there. If Lila is mine – though Selene insists she isn‘t – it should have

when Selene has run so far she can no longer make her legs work, she collapses in a puddle of worn out wolf, a goofy grin on her face. I settle next

wolf slips away, and I have

night do you remember I ask, wondering if she was lucid enough to recall our argument about Arabella and matehood I still don‘t understand where her misconceptions came from, or why she was so distraught. After all, she was in love with someone else throughout our entire marriage, so why did it bother her so much to think

misunderstandings, my mate felt unloved, and that is my fault and my fault alone. It can’t be explained away or justified, I failed to make

much. She replies

I prompt.

telling me to let Lila go with Aiden. She offers, Thank you, by the way, after

course. I‘ve checked with Aiden a couple of times through the night using our mental links. He always reported the same news, she’s

anything else? I press.

eyes me

forgetting. I would have simply sat her down and rehashed the conversation from the start. Even

to Drake instead of me?

answer to at least part of that. I never

She blinks, taken

you once we did. The fact is wanted you under guard because I was afraid

I don‘t want explanations. Selene retorts. Then, looking curious, where did you find

old town. I share, struggling to recall

catch the person responsible? There‘s an odd note of sarcasm in her voice.

They‘re still out there somewhere, still trying to pull the strings and wreak havoc, but I‘ve

sure they were related? She asks in that same odd tone.

is there