Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

#Chapter 77 Injecting

Selene’s POV

I don’t know how much time has passed since we arrived here. Without windows I have no way of deci phering whether it is day or night, and while it feels like it’s been hours, misery always makes time move more slowly

Sophie has finally stopped crying and is manically hugging her knees to her chest and rocking back and forth on the ground. I feel sorry for the poor woman, but I cannot forget that she is partially responsible for our situation. I might be more understanding if she’d only involved me, but endangering my pup was un forgivable.

Lila is sleeping comfortably in my lap, and I am trying my best to hold it together. My head is pounding with stress and dehydration, and if we were anywhere else I would be terribly embarrassed by how loudly my stomach is growling. It sounds like an angry bear out for blood, but I know I can handle it.

I’ve starved before, I can starve again. Thankfully my daughter has not had to experience that particu lar hardship – yet. I don’t think I can bear to watch her waste away as I once did, and I need to get us out of here before that happens.

Think. I hiss in my mind, there has to be a way.

Attack the bastard. Luna suggests, let me at him!

He’s too strong. I remind her, and I don’t want to risk pissing him off. He might retaliate by hurting Lila.

I stare hopelessly at the door. If it were just made of wood Luna might be able to smash through it, but Martin was clearly prepared for a hostage situation. Iron bars have been installed in front of the standard oak panel, and we don’t have any tools to try and pick the lock.

I don’t know what to do, and I hate feeling so helpless with my pup’s life at stake. We’ll find a way out of this. Luna declares, we always figure something out.

• I know she’s trying to be positive, but the fact remains that Luna wasn’t around for the most difficult trials of my life. I haven’t survived through skill or intelligence; I haven’t solved my own problems.

I escaped Garrick out of luck. Bastien saved me from homelessness and starvation. Drake saved me from drowning and being assaulted. Someone I have never been able to identify rescued me from the fire, and kind strangers helped me make it to Eros territory when I woke up. I can’t even take credit for building my life in Asphodel – it was handed to me.

I might feel more confident and sure of myself now that I’m older – now that I’m a mother – but the truth is that I owe my survival to other people and accidents of fate. If I’d been left to my own devices | would have died a long time ago, and I’m terrified that my string of luck has finally run out. I will never for give myself if anything happens to Lila because I never learned to fend for myself.

My throat itches with emotion, and I try to force the feelings away. I can’t fall apart. If I start crying then I’ll be no more use than Sophie.

getting myself back under control when a loud clanking fills the air. Martin appears as the basement door swings open, followed by

a thousand possibilities racing through my mind for what might happen next. He’s got something in his hand, and as he draws closer

I think,

don’t want me to attack him?

placing my body between Lila and Martin. “Stay away from me.” I snarl, letting

don’t tell me what to do.” Martin glares. “And unless you want me to hurt your brat, you’ll shut up and

nodding toward the syringe. “What is

to help you relax.” He states

squeaks, not seeming to know what she wishes

you goddess-damned mouth.” Martin thunders, his temper detonating

towards me again, and I shake my head frantically, “No!” | exclaim, “You’re not putting that in me!” Luna is right

as I can to keep my pup away from this monster. I’m snapping and snarling, thrashing with all

world goes black, is Martin preparing a second

Bastien’s POV

The meet is set.

city, headed for a remote location in the nearby hills. Axel is already strain ing to get out, and I can’t wait to get my teeth in the mongrel who stole

in the dead of night. A wolf I don’t recognize is standing in front of a parked vehicle with glaring headlights, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he leans

can smell him before we’re out of the car, and I immediately recognize the aroma

but we can’t risk

widen in horror when Drake and I step out of the car,

Drake growls, taking the lead when he realizes I’m too furious to speak. All I

replies instead. “What are

clear his own people feel differently. I suppose it’s difficult to recognize the