Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

Chapter 161- Selene Gets a Letter

Selene

“Mommy, are you wake?” A little voice speaks in my ear.

Slowly I return to the waking world, blinking open my tired eyes and registering the warm little body snuggling up against me. “Hello little bean.” I murmur, wrapping my arms around Lila and pulling the covers more tightly around us.

Lila hasn’t slept through the night in her own room since Bastien left. Instead she’s taken to crawling into my bed somewhere between the hours of midnight and dawn, which both warms my heart and makes handling my morning sickness more difficult. Today the sun is just beginning to rise, and Helene’s soothing draughts have actually managed to ease the worst of my symptoms, so I’m happy to simply lie here and cuddle with my daughter until we’re ready to get up.

“Mommy, I had a dream ’bout Daddy.” Her morning puppy breath is terrible, so I tuck her head beneath my chin, earning myself a mouthful of her hair.

“You did?” I inquire, smoothing down her tangled locks, “was it a nice dream, hope?” 

“Uh-huh.” She nods against my breast. “We were playing pony, an’da flying game.”

“That’s wonderful.” I breathe, honestly elated that she’s not having nightmares like I am. I hate that she misses him so much, but I’m glad her dreams are sweet memories rather than horrible possibilities. Ever since talking with Helene, my nights have been haunted with terrible images of Bastien hurt, imprisoned, or dead.

“Mommy, will Daddy be home soon?” Lila wonders aloud.

I’m fully awake now, with a large lump caught in my throat. “I don’t think so, sweetheart.” I admit.

She looks up at me in alarm, and I wonder if my honesty was a mistake. “Why not?”

“Because things aren’t going so well. It might be some time before we see him again, Lila.” I confess.

hush her gently, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “I do

on the verge of tears myself. “If I could bring him home for you this second, I would. Things just

She accuses. “You pwomised he

wrong.” I admil. “Mommies don’t know everything sweetheart, we can only

She cries, pushing

know Lila understands I love her. Deep down I know this is just my baby being a toddler and testing her limits, but my heart

to rub her back and earning a wail for my efforts. “I know I’ve been busy lately and we haven’t gotten to spend as much

but grown ups have responsibilities sweetheart. I’m sorry you’re hurting, but one

She

be upset with me all you

and feet against the mattress while I sit next to her and try to push down my own feelings. It’s no use, within seconds I’m crying too, breaking into a sob and burying my face

in such a short time. It used to be me and Lila against the world, but finding a mate and a father made us both realize what we’d been missing, and now it doesn’t feel like enough just being together. One day we

a pair of miniature paws tugging at my wrists. Apparently she realized she wasn’t the only one having a meltdown, and is now determined to see my face. Sighing heavily I drop my hands and show her my red eyes and miserable expression. Her two-tone eyes widen

“I miss your Daddy, and I

a moment of hesitation, wrapping herself around me.“ Is okay, Mommy.” She sniffles, “I make it

again. “I haven’t been giving you enough attention. Why don’t we

like dat.”

I exhale shakily, swiping at my cheeks. “Let’s make a deal

Lila nods enthusiastically, “Deal.”

the time we get back to the pack house Lila is passed out in her car seat, and I have to carry her all the way to the top floor to get her to

apartment, I find a full house. Drake, Sophie, Odette and the Betas are all there, and all offer to take Lila from me. However I don’t want to let anyone else have her. I put her down

find a sentry holding an envelope which was apparently just delivered via courier. It takes a second for me to realize why the guard’s expression is so urgent, but then Bastien’s scent hits my senses like a ton of bricks. I snatch up the envelope, ripping it open and eagerly extracting its contents. Excitement and relief when I recognize Bastien’s handwriting, but as I begin to read

Selene,