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.”

like that?” I ask softly. “I’ve never even heard of any other Volanas, and the people who wrote those history books have been dead

mind is a thousand miles away. “But I can’t see another option. We’ve tried

lips claim mine. Even as I dissolve into the moment, his words ring in my head, echoing through my thoughts as if holding some unspoken

but I can’t forget what Odette said about my 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

obvious. We don’t need to be attacked to be

talking about?” I complain. We were in

almost see my wolf shaking her head. Lila was with us then,

to fight if no one

#Chapter 105 Searching

of one threat that’s right next door, one we can face without risking harm to

We have a child, and a mate who has already survived our death once. We’re not going to risk killing ourselves and leaving

Bastien are precisely why we’ll have to fight, she argues. They need us. Dying

I insist, at least, not without some sort of

picture my sleek, white wolf nodding. I think it’s time we pay another

Bastien

or injury, then

arrive the lab supervisor does a double take, her eyes going wide when she suddenly finds her Alpha bearing down on

the counter, “What can you tell me about this?”

my palm and looking more and more nervous every second. Her dark eyes flit over the results page, before she looks back up at me with a frown. “This appears to be a

run in your labs, and the results have since

woman’s face. “Alpha, forgive me, this is the first I’m hearing

my daughter has a starlight allergy which was recently triggered.” I expiain, “My

of information, presumably pulling up the electronic records. Gnawing on her lip as she reads the results, she glances at me uncertainly.

means what, exactly?” I

was contaminated, or the wrong sample was run against

edited the results

I had to guess I’d say the wrong sample was run. If you would be

agree through a thick red

knitting together in confusion, “I don’t…

wrong?” Donavon asks