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?”

think. “We’re not fighting, angel.” i qualify, “just disagreeing. Sometimes grown ups disagree with each other and it can sound or feel like fighting, but

I don’ like

a silent chuckle, I reply.

do it?” Lila questions, sounding as

and grow.” I explain, choosing my words very carefully. Besides it’s important to share what you’re feeling with

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last night and this morning, more out of guilt for lashing out at

keep unhappy feelings locked up inside of us, then they stay there and get bigger and bigger.” I say

when I tell Daddy I no

I confirm. Or when foolish mommies tell their mates they

you ‘n’ Daddy make up?” My pup

to take a little bit of time or space to calm down or figure out what you’re feeling – so you don’t say 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 you’re

take?” Lila wants to

and

“Yes.” She peeps.

fight with Bastien. I just have to find

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Bastien

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

lap, she snuggles in deep- the exact way Selene always does. Sometimes they’re so alike my heart aches. “There’s my sweet pup, how was your day Lila

same sober expression, “Daddy, I don’ wan’ you ‘n’ Mommy

pups pick up on everything, but I wasn’t prepared for her to be so tuned in when she hasn’t even seen us together. “I don’t want us to either.” I

throws her arms up

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

Lila insists,

start to chuckle softly, wishing everything truly was as black and white as they seem in children’s minds. However,

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

nods firmly, scrambling down from my lap now that the mission is

after her, “I don’t

radiant smile and giggle, running back over to me and throwing

I reply.

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

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