Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

#Chapter 142 – Bedrest

Selene

The dreams haven’t stopped. It seems every time I close my eyes, some new memory or imagined depiction of the past resurfaces to haunt me. Most of the time they’re pleasant: the early months of my first marriage to Bastien, milestones in Lila’s young life, even a few more events from my childhood.

Of course they aren’t all good. I’ve relived my mother’s death in this uncomfortable hospital bed, as well as Garrick’s abuse and Gabriel’s murder and then there are the dreams about Bastien. Not sweet reminiscings of our recent reunion or sex fueled fantasies, but nightmares: horrible visions of all that might befall him on his journey, and imaginings of horrors already suffered.

Just now I was wrenched from sleep by the bloody scenes of his attempted assassination, which my tormented brain created in the middle of an otherwise peaceful rest. I sit up in bed gasping for air, looking around in fear and confusion as if I might still be in that forest surrounded by violence and death.

My heart monitor is beeping wildly, and the next thing I know, Dr Kane is striding into the room with a worried frown. “What’s going on little mama?” He asks, studying my pale face and then the machines, “Are you going to be sick?”

As soon as he says it, I realize I am. Nodding frantically, I reach for the trash bin next to my bed, and he promptly helps me, pushing the plastic lined container into my hand. Retching while the physician holds back my hair and murmurs words of comfort, tears spring to my eyes. Sliding out from between my tightly clenched lashes and rolling down my cheeks, I have no way of stopping the salty cascade. My hands are occupied trying to ensure the meager contents of my stomach make it into the trash receptacle and not my bed or the floor. Thus, when the sickness finally passes, there is no hiding my distress from the doctor.

“Poor darling.” He murmurs sympathetically, producing a box of tissues. “You must be feeling awful.”

Nodding pitifully, I dab at my tears, “I’m sorry, I hope you aren’t here so late because of me.”

We’d discovered just how disruptful my illness had been to my rest the night Lila stayed with me, which unfortunately did not go very well. After being woken three times by my retching and becoming increasingly upset seeing me in such a state, I had to call Drake to come get her. The attentive doctor had been very concerned and forbidden further sleepovers, but he also began staying later and later at work to keep an eye on me.

“You’ve got the future of the pack in there.” He says, nodding towards my belly. “It would be a dereliction of duty for me to leave you unattended.”

sobbing. “I’m sorry!” When Thomas’s eyes widen in alarm

Selene.” He diagnoses sternly, “you weren’t this bad off with Lila. I’m very worried that you’ re still losing weight, even being admitted here and on all our drugs. You shouldn’t be

trails off, looking like

prompt, “what is

Alpha should be here.” It’s not the first time he’s expressed this, in fact he’s

on in our lives, and as we’ve discussed, I was under plenty of stress during my first

have my wolf before, and Bastien hadn’t marked me yet. I was basically a shell of a woman, unable to truly process anything that was happening or feel the depth of emotion I do now. And now I have a pup who’s life is in danger, I have a bonded mate who’s out there risking his life to protect us from one homicidal tyrant while another spies and plots stealing me

out at a higher weight, you’re anemic and calcium deficient, dangerously dehydrated and you’re sleeping round the clock. I don’t need to know what’s going on to read the signals your body is sending. Whether you

peeking up at him from beneath my lashes, I say. “That

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#Chapter 142 – Bedrest

Dr. Kane counters, digging

our attention and sending a flush over my cheeks. “When I said he was out of

“There must be some way you can get word to

me

He says, in the tone of someone who is absolutely about to pry. “But under the circumstances I need to know your situation to

grind out, but believe me, if he has any say in

you’re still together?” Dr. Kane presses, “He still considers

“Of course.” I snarl.