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.”

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

I can’t see another option. We’ve tried to bring the powers out on our own and it’s not working. We need

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,

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 never

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

We were in danger with Martin and

wolf shaking her head. Lila was

you expect us to fight if no one is attacking us? I

#Chapter 105 Searching

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

I 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

you see? Luna implores. Lila and Bastien are precisely why we’ll have to fight, she argues. They

I insist, at least, not

sleek, white wolf nodding. I think

Bastien

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 here for an

DNA tests safely clutched in my fist. When we arrive the lab supervisor does a double

“What can

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.

and the results have since been proven false. So I’m trying to figure out whether your

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

starlight allergy which was recently triggered.” I expiain, “My blood was required

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

what, exactly?”

the sample was contaminated, or the wrong sample was run against your daughter’s.” She

the results once they

explains. “If I had to guess I’d say the

a thick red

scrolls up to the top of the screen, her brow knitting together in confusion, “I don’t… it’s not… this doesn’t make sense.” Her words are running together in a rapid

wrong?” Donavon