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.”

softly. “I’ve never even heard

another option.

is granted almost immediately as his form lips claim mine. Even as I dissolve into the

my powers 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

contented daze, the answer is obvious. We don’t need to be attacked to be afraid,

you talking about?” I complain. We were in

shaking her head. Lila was with

you expect us to fight if

#Chapter 105 Searching

fact I can think of one threat that’s

know exactly what she means, Luna, that’s insane. We have a child, and a mate who has already survived our death once. We’re not going to risk killing ourselves and leaving them all alone, just to test

and Bastien are precisely why we’ll have to fight, she argues. They need us. Dying isn’t an

insist, at least, not without some sort of

picture my sleek, white wolf nodding. I think

Bastien

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

the pathology lab, the falsified DNA tests safely clutched in my fist. When we arrive the lab supervisor does a double take, her

counter, “What can

forced to tug it out from beneath my palm and looking more and more nervous every second. Her dark eyes flit over the

“Perhaps I should have been clearer. This test was run in your labs, and the results have since been

first I’m hearing of this.” She stammers, “Can … may I ask…” She trails off

know they’re false because my daughter has a starlight allergy which

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

means what, exactly?” I

was contaminated, or the wrong sample was

someone have edited the results once they were generated?” Aiden

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

I agree through a thick red

up to the top of the screen, her brow knitting together in confusion, “I don’t… it’s not…

Donavon