Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

#Chapter 88 Consequences

Selene’s pov

Oh Goddess, why did I just say that?

It seemed like a good idea in the moment. Bastien was watching me with that predatory gleam in his eye and my heat sparked with a vengeance. One look and I combusted, flames of passion engulfing my body and driving all sense from my head.

Luna got the better of me, convinced me I needed him more than I needed oxygen, told me to say whatever it took to make him claim me. But I just challenged him, told him he hadn’t done his job as my mate – as if he wasn’t already angry enough.

He was going to rut me either way, I tell Luna ruefully, I didn’t have to provoke him.

Yes you did, his wolf needs this – and so do I. She insists. She’s right, I realize, and she’s not alone in her desires. I need to feel Bastien’s dominance, I need to feel his possession so deeply that it permanently brands my soul.

Bastien’s eyes flash and the next thing I know I’m spinning, turning to face the table. Bastien clears the surface with one powerful sweep of his arm, sending glass and china clattering onto the bench. Pressure between my shoulder blades bends me over the table, and the next thing I know my cheek is flush against the cool wood.

Bastien keeps one large hand splayed across the small of my back to pin me in place – not that he needs to. My palms rest on either side of my head, but I don’t try to rise. My heart races as Bastien flips up my dress and rips away my panties, my breath diminishing to a ragged pant.

I can barely keep up with what’s happening, but I don’t need to, I know my mate will take care of me. I know

*Smack!* Bastien’s hand comes down hard on my exposed backside, drawing a startled yelp from my lips. Now I do try to push myself up, pressing my hands into the wood with all my strength, but I’m powerless beneath him.

“What are you doing?!” I cry in shock, even as another swat lands. Forgetting about standing, I throw my hands back to try and cover my bottom, but Bastien simply gathers my wrists and holds them behind my back.

**What does it look like I’m doing?” He growls, his voice like gravel.

remember where we are, and I strain to see over the top of the booth. “Bastien, someone could see!” I exclaim, thinking of the floor to ceiling windows lining the front of the

sharp smacks pepper my behind, Bastien punctuating each one with his scolding words. “I. Could. Never. Hate. You.” He says the phrase so viciously I wince. I know he’s only

my aching bottom and then delivering another whack to the spot he just soothed. “Don’t you dare forget

Bastien

doesn’t know what

never disciplined her this way. I was always afraid of triggering her post traumatic stress, of reminding

our mate’s challenge so abruptly I didn’t even think about what was doing. One moment Selene was whispering that I

and I can hear her sniffling softly. “I’m sorry.” Selene

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my hold. Apparently my concerns about frightening her were unnecessary. Not only is she not afraid, but the scent of

purr, giving her two strong smacks. Selene squeals in protest, more affronted than pained. “Doubting your mate.” *Smack!* “Lying to him.” *Smack!* “Keeping secrets.* *Smack!* *Putting your precious life in danger.” This smack is the

the fight draining out of her limbs. Little by little, she submits, accepting her punishment and yielding to my control. This time when she apologizes, she means it.

you are, sweetheart.” I flip her over onto her back, smirking when she hisses as her rear

as I reach for my fly, and she pushes up onto her elbows,

any wolves passing by to get an eyeful of what’s rightfully mine. I scoop up Selene and cart her into the kitchen, kicking the door

sighs, and I realize the cold surface probably feels good against her stinging backside. Chuckling darkly, I withdraw my

picture of her. I would love to be able to see her like this whenever I want: spread out like a feast

too impatient. I may have reasserted my dominance in the dining room, but I’ve yet to reassert my claim, and I can’t wait a second longer. “Hold on tight little wolf.” I instruct,

Selene’s pov

was putting it