Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

Chapter 113

Chapter 113 – Making Up

Bastien

(actually think this chapter should be 111, so that it happens before the Drake and Sophie scenes-if not, it can be presented as a memory)

“Much more of this, and I’m going to regret coming back at all!”

I can’t stop hearing Selene say those awful words over and over in my head. They circle round and round, tormenting me every time my mind drifts from my work.

We haven’t spoken since that phone call. When I got back to the apartment last night Selene was already asleep, and this morning she took Lila to the park before I was even awake. It’s clear she doesn’t want to talk to me, and if our situation were any less dire ! wouldn’t permit such avoidance, but the investigation is keeping me busy day and night.

Luckily the eclipse festival will force us into the same room tonight, and I won’t let us go to bed angry again. We’ll talk all this out and keep at it until things are resolved, we can’t go back to bottling up our feelings and I can’t fail Selene again. I won’t.

The only blessing we’ve had since returning is Selene’s good press, and even my own has improved greatly since those first tense days back. Still, nothing is simple. I’m putting out fires left and right, and the more dead ends I reach searching for our enemies, the more stressed I become.

I can only pray that nothing goes wrong at the festival tonight-whether in my marriage, or the pack.

Selene

“Careful sweetheart.” I caution Lila, “the oven is very hot.”

We’re in the kitchen baking cookies, and in all her excitement to see the gooey chocolate confections come out of the oven, my pup is hovering right behind me as I extract the tray.

“How soon we eat dem?” She asks hopefully.

*They have to cool first.” I remind her, “but it won’t be too long.”

“One mint?” She chirps.

“More like fifteen minutes,” I correct.

“Mommy dat’s forever!” She exclaims.

“Better forever than a burnt tongue, my love.” I laugh.

As I get started on the dishes, Lila sets up camp in front of the cooling rack, hungrily watching the cookies as if she’s worried one might jump off and roll away. In fact she’s so intent, I’m surprised to hear her small voice after only a few moments. “Mommy?”

“Hmm?” i hum in reply, already preparing to tell her ‘not yet’.

However, Lila does ask me if the cookies are cool yet. Instead she inquires, “Are you ‘n’ Daddy fighting?”

qualify, “just disagreeing. Sometimes grown ups disagree with each other and it can sound or feel like fighting, but it’s

like

silent chuckle, I reply. “I don’t like it

do it?” Lila questions, sounding as if she

explain, choosing my words very carefully. Besides it’s

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doesn’t escape me. I avoided Bastien last night and this morning, more out of guilt for lashing out at him than anything

of hearing anything without asking ‘why.’ “Because when we keep unhappy feelings locked up inside of us, then they stay there and get bigger and bigger.” I say slowly sensing

Daddy I no like

confirm. Or when foolish mommies tell their mates

Daddy make up?”

things you don’t mean.” Or when you’re a big scaredy-cat who can’t face the bad things you already said. “Like when

it take?” Lila wants to

me and

“Yes.” She peeps.

not much longer.” I answer truthfully. I’m not sure why I’m feeling so moody, but I really don’t want to fight with Bastien. I just have to find the courage to face what I said, and hope

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Bastien

all decided she was too young to stay up for the festival. My pup toddles in, her adorable little face unusually serious

pull her into my lap, she snuggles in deep- the exact way Selene always does. Sometimes they’re so

the same sober expression, “Daddy, I don’

pups pick up on everything, but I wasn’t prepared for her to be

throws her arms up in

not that simple, little orle.” I sigh, kissing her

insists, “just

chuckle softly, wishing everything truly was as black and white as they seem in children’s minds. However, when Lila hears the rolling rumble in my

sorry.” Hugging her close, I promise, “I’ll talk to Mommy tonight. You

scrambling down from my

call after her, “I don’t

running back over to me and throwing her arms around

tight, I reply. “Goodnight Lila.

Selene appears, I’m standing in front of the wide, floor to ceiling mirror in my closet, decked out in a black suit and wrangling my cuff links into my sleeves. She leans in the

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