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. 

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

from circling me to stalking me into the hillside. You need to start talking

can tell you who fathered Lila, or I can tell you who tried to

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

your answer is

put some distance between us as the larger wolf turns to follow me. And this is how you treat your mate‘? I say with faux disbelief. I‘d hate to see how you treat

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

just long enough for Bastien to make his move. He lunges forward and catches my scruff between his teeth, holding me in place but not applying any pressure.

big brute actually snorts. Nice try

a chance, Drake is

do whimper now, tucking my tail between my legs and trying to curl my legs up to protect my belly. Bastien sets my paws on the ground but doesn‘t release

Lila‘s father? Bastien asks.

to think, it‘s the most believable answer, but it‘s also the one most likely to enrage him. What

you were in love with while we were together? The one you loved for 15 years.

croak dumbly.

heard me. Bastien replies.

loved for that length of time is Bastien. How would he even know about that? I don‘t think he remembers

You know, the time he saved my life because you left me alone with a

accusation. Is he Lila‘s father?

tumbles from my

another feeling filters through, a slight tinge of betrayal, Did you... Was she

known. You would have smelled him on me. No, unlike you, I was faithful.

glance back over my shoulder to look up at Bastien as he thinks, What are you saying? I was always faithful to you.

bother lying. Bitterness coats my tongue. I‘m over

not lying.

exactly subtle, the nights out, midnight rendezvous, jewelry shopping trips. The entire

Arabella and I. Bastien offers the lie so earnestly I almost think he believes it. A long time ago, I thought about marrying her, but

shake my head, trying to stand and failing when one of Bastien‘s large paws lands on my shoulder, keeping me pinned beneath him. I might not have had an education, Bastien, but I‘m

this coming from, Selene? He fairly explodes, You were victim of enough rumors that I should think you wouldn‘t be susceptible to believing