Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 3 Mate

Selene’s POV

I take off into the night, my mind grappling for any location that might be safe. Somewhere without walls or locked doors, somewhere away from people. The world blurs around me and strange voices meet my ears, but I block them out. People are bad, people are cruel and cannot be trusted.

The forest, I decide. I’ll be safe in the forest.

No one in Elysium lives more than five minutes walking distance from a nature park, so it doesn’t take long for me to find my refuge. The darkness is complete here, and comforting after the overwhelming assault of lights and sounds in the city.

I climb into the branches of a large fir tree, scraping just about every inch of my body in the process. I curl up against the rough trunk. I know I need to be making plans and sorting out next steps, but my exhaustion looms tall. I try to keep my eyes open, but i’ m fighting a losing battle. A moment later I succumb, and the world goes black.

Bastien’s POV

I catch her scent the moment I step into the forest. Soft and sweet, like honeysuckle and freshly fallen snow. My wolf, Axel, immediately sits up at attention. His excitement courses through my body, filling me with raw hunger. What is that? He demands. I want it Down boy. I think back. It’s a she-wolf, not a rabbit.

The reports of a young woman wandering the streets of Elysium naked hadn’t taken long to reach the Pack House. My father, the Alpha of pack Nova, had ordered the search parties almost immediately; jolting into action when he heard one witness describe a she-wolf with two different colored eyes.

Now I stand with my most trusted men at the edge of the wood, my instincts warring with my duty.

“We should shift.” Aiden, my best friend and right-hand, suggests.

I slowly shake my head, “You guys stay here.” I can’t explain it, but I don’t want anyone else going near the owner of that scent.

“Are you serious?” Aiden asks, exasperated.

“Stay here.” I repeat.

track her within minutes, but it takes me a moment to realize she is in the trees. Unease flickers in the back of my

huddled among the dense branches of a towering silver fir. A pair of two-toned eyes glitter at me through the darkness, accompanied by flashes

came hard and fast, pulling at my muscles as Axel’s declaration sounds

my will to stay in

growls insistently, so close to the surface I

of honeysuckle beneath the acrid aroma of blood and fear. The former sends my heart pounding in

word to myself as

Selene’s POV

the base of my tree, even if I don’t understand the word he used: Bastien Durand, the Alpha’s son and heir. He looks much older than I remember, but there’s no mistaking his rugged features. Tall, broad, with dark blond hair and a chiseled

Nova Pack, but being a Volana wolf had been excuse enough to torment me. My mother and I were the only ones in Elysium, and children didn’t care about rarefied bloodlines, all

five the school bully chased me into the winding mountain tunnels beneath Elysium. I thought I would be able to find my way back out: I didn’t understand how complex the ancient

was a young teenager, but he never seemed

primal traits will always decide who is in

safety all those years ago, and here he stands again, gazing up at me in my darkest hour with the promise of salvation. Only this time, I do not believe

was kind to me once, but so was Garrick. He showered me with love for ten

to me, little wolf? Bastien’s deep voice sends a shiver down my

clinging to my branch. “Go away.” I beg meekly. My voice is barely a whisper, but I know his wolf

a backdrop of sharp lines and angles, form a hard line. “I can’t

explanation that will send him away. “I scraped myself climbing up here, that’s

the look in his steely silver eyes, he knows