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 any other Volanas, and the people who wrote those history books have been dead for

his mind is a thousand miles away. “But I can’t see another option. We’ve tried to bring the powers out on our own and it’s not working. We need

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 as if holding some

on our own, 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

don’t

about?” I complain. We

her head. Lila was with us then, we were trying

us to fight

#Chapter 105 Searching

reminds me. In fact I can think of one threat that’s right next door, one we can face without risking harm to

already survived our death once. We’re not going

and Bastien are precisely why we’ll have to fight, she argues.

I insist, at least, not

nodding. I think it’s time we pay

Bastien

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,

fist. When we arrive the lab supervisor does a double

page on the counter, “What can you tell

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 page, before she looks back up at me with a frown. “This

test was run in your labs, and the results have since been proven false.

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

starlight allergy which was recently triggered.” I

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

means what, exactly?”

or the wrong sample was run against your daughter’s.” She hedges. “Intentionally or

have edited the results once they were generated?”

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

a thick red haze. “Who ran

in confusion, “I don’t… it’s not… this doesn’t make sense.” Her words are running together

Donavon