Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

Chapter 50

Selene‘s POV 

That isn‘t fair. I object immediately. And it isn‘t ethical, how can you abide bringing an innocent child into your troubles. 

You mean the way you oh so ethically chose to hide your Volana daughter in a pack you know is incapable of safeguarding her, all the while knowing the Calypsos are after you? Bastien growls, genuine anger in his voice. 

From the sounds of it we wouldn‘t be any safer in Elysium. I rebut, conveniently omitting the fact that I know we‘re safer here because his saboteur is far from our only antagonist. 

At least in Elysium there‘s an Alpha capable of protecting you. He rumbles. Now come on, out with it, who is her father? 

Why do you even care, Bastien? I exclaim. She‘s not yours so why does it matter whose she is? 

He prowls forward, circling me ominously. Because until you give me another viable candidate I‘m not going to believe she isn‘t mine. His molten eyes flash. And because if she is mine, then you‘re in trouble for a lot more than faking your death. 

For the last time, I grind out, I did not fake my death! 

Then who did? He thunders. 

Probably your damned saboteur! I throw back, narrowing my eyes to slits. Or maybe it‘s the person who set the fire after locking me in the closet. I can‘t imagine they were very amused when they realized I escaped. 

Bastien freezes. What are you talking about? 

What, you didn‘t think it was an accident did you? I goad him, feeling particularly feisty in my wolf‘s skin. And I just magically got. locked inside in the small window of time your mother was gone. 

No, of course we assumed it was murder at the time. Bastien combats. I just 

What? I prompt. Thought a fake body eliminated the element of foul play? 

Then you saw who did it? Bastien questions urgently. 

them, the whole nine yards. I bare my fangs, and by the way Mr. Alpha Protector, that wasn‘t even the first time they tried

I realize I might have bitten off more than I can chew. Bastien has gone from circling me to stalking me into the hillside. You

double down. I can tell you who fathered Lila, or I can tell you

carefully, Selene. Bastien threatens, If this is really the way you want to play

your answer is neither? I

jump out of the way just in time to dodge Bastien‘s pounce, trying to put some distance between us as the larger wolf turns to follow me. And this is how you

moment, Is this little game of yours really more important to you than getting

to make his move. He lunges forward and catches my scruff between his teeth, holding me in place but not applying any pressure. I wriggle and squirm but he simply pulls his head up and lifts my feet off the ground, leaving my paws bicycling in the air. Yield.

brute actually snorts. Nice try baby, you forget my wolf can sense yours‘ emotions. Now submit

Drake is my

is so vicious I actually do whimper now, tucking my tail between my legs and trying to curl my legs up to

father? Bastien

also the one most likely to enrage him. What if he

by surprise. Is he the one you were in

I croak

me.

he talking about? The only person I‘ve loved for that length of time is Bastien. How would he even know about that? I don‘t think he remembers meeting me and even if he did, it would be quite a leap to assume I held onto

assure him, You know, the time he saved my

the accusation. Is he Lila‘s father?

I don‘t reply, Bastien gives me a little shake, and the word tumbles from my lips before I can stop it, Yes! I

feel his disappointment through our bond. Then, another feeling filters through, a slight

would have known. You would have smelled him on

wolf‘s jaw, and I glance back over my shoulder to look up at Bastien as he thinks, What are you saying? I was

need to bother lying. Bitterness coats my

lying. Bastien claims fervently.

and Arabella weren‘t exactly subtle, the nights out, midnight rendezvous, jewelry shopping trips. The entire

Bastien offers the lie so earnestly I almost think he believes it. A

of Bastien‘s large paws lands on my shoulder, keeping me pinned beneath him. I might not have had an education, Bastien,

enough rumors that I should think you wouldn‘t be susceptible to believing them about others.