Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

#Chapter 105 Sering

Selene

My husband is impossible.

I swear, it’s not even dark out and we’re already in bed. We don’t even have my heat to use as an excuse anymore. That ended days ago, but the way Bastien is acting, you’d think we were a pair of teenagers trapped in a frenzy of hormones. Not that he’s solely to blame, it seems like every time he touches me I dissolve into a puddle.

It may sound like I’m complaining, but I’m just overwhelmed by everything that’s happened over the last few weeks. I’m not the least bit disappointed to have this incredible Alpha lavishing his affection on me, I’m simply at a loss for how to deal with all these changes.

Bastien is wrapped around me like the warmest of blankets, his big body cushioning every inch of me while his lips move over my soft skin. “Goddess, I love you.” He murmurs, nuzzling my neck.

“I love you too.” I whisper, smiling widely. “Even if you don’t listen to me when I try to tell you about my powers.”

Bastien’s warm chuckle vibrates against my skin moments before his fingers flutter over my sides, tickling me mercilessly. Squealing with laughter and writhing in his arms, I try to escape the tortuous touches, but only end up winding myself tighter in his embrace.

“I was listening.” He promises, nibbling my shoulder, “1 simply had other things on my mind.”

“Oh I know what you had on your mind.” I answer wryly, cuddling closer. “But what do you think?”

“I think if even half of what you read is true, then we need to figure out how to help you access that part of yourself.” He claims simply

“Really?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder and trying to glimpse his rugged face.

“Of course.” Bastien confirms.

“You don’t think it’s…” I start with a shrug. “I don’t know, dangerous or something?”

“I think you need to learn as much as you can,” My mate assesses firmly. “The more able you are to defend yourself, the better.”

“I want to be able to teach Lila, too.” I confide, “when she’s old enough.”

“Mmm.” Bastien purrs in confirmation, “We need to find you a teacher somehow. Someone who knows about these things – someone we can trust.”

that?” I ask softly. “I’ve never even heard of

“But I can’t see another

face my husband, I tilt my face up for a kiss. My wish is granted almost immediately as his form lips claim mine. Even as I dissolve into the moment, his words ring in my head, echoing through my thoughts

inability to see my mate as a threat – no matter what he does. I know Bastien won’t allow anyone else to attack me, but my instincts will

don’t need to be attacked to be afraid, we just

I complain. We

was with us then, we were trying to shield her,

us to fight if no one is attacking

#Chapter 105 Searching

I can think of one threat that’s right

survived our death once. We’re not going to risk killing ourselves and leaving them all alone, just to test

Lila and Bastien are precisely why we’ll have to

insist, at least, not without some sort of

my sleek, white wolf nodding. I think

Bastien

when I walk through the front doors of Elysium Memorial Hospital with Aiden and Donovan, doctors and nurses scanning our small group as if looking for signs of illness or injury, then furrowing their brows when they find none. Reading my grim expression and determined stride, most drop their gazes once they realize we aren’t

tests safely clutched in my fist. When we arrive the lab supervisor does a double take, her eyes going

page on the counter, “What can

for the page, she eventually latches onto the corners, forced to tug it out from beneath my palm and looking more and more nervous every second. Her dark eyes flit over the results

the results have since been proven false. So I’m trying to figure out whether your staff is simply incompetant, or

the woman’s face. “Alpha, forgive me, this is the first I’m hearing of this.” She stammers, “Can …

has a starlight allergy which was recently triggered.” I expiain, “My blood was required for the

her left, she quickly types in a rapid stream of information, presumably pulling up the electronic

what, exactly?” I

contaminated, or the wrong sample was run against your

have edited the results once they

guess I’d say the wrong sample

I agree through a thick

brow knitting together in confusion, “I don’t… it’s not… this doesn’t make sense.”

Donavon asks