Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 5 Three-year Marriage Contract

Selene’s POV

“What are you talking about,” I’m out of the bed, edging toward the door. “You want me to marry Bastien ?”

Gabriel, not the least bit fooled by my furtive movements, blocks my path. “You need protection, Selene Not only from Blaise but from any wolf who might seek to take advantage. Without your own wolf you are vulnerable and defenseless.” His soothing tone has a core of steel. “I will not fail your mother again. Bastien is the only man I trust to keep you safe, who I know without doubt will honor my wishes long after I’m gone.”

“But”

“And it’s not only safety.” He presses on. You’ve been in captivity through the most important formative years in your life. You’ ve had no education, no socialization. Your knowledge of the world is that of a child.”

He gestures toward my skittish movements, “And forgive me, but you are clearly not prepared to rejoin the pack as you are if I let you walk out that door right now, what would you do, where would you go?”

My throat begins to itch as I consider the Alpha’s question What would I do? Go back to Garrick’s house? Try to find a job despite the fact that I have no skills whatsoever? Would I be able to survive in the city when the very sight of strangers sends me into a full on panic?

Gabriel’s authoritative bearing softens when he sees my lower lip begin to tremble. “You need help, Selene. You may not need it forever, but you cannot do this alone. You went to Bastien for protection from Donavon and me today. Despite everything that’s happened you trust him. I believe he is the one to help you find your way”

I think about Bastien, who rescued me so many years ago and stole my young heart. “Does he know?” I exhale shakily, ‘That you’ re planning this?”

“Yes,” The Alpha responds simply. “He knows.”

If someone had told me as a child that Bastien Durand would one day be my husband, I would have burst with happiness. Now I don’t know what to think. The future terrifies me, but of all the possibilities, Bastien frightens me least.

I lower my eyes from Gabriel’s in submission, “Okay.”

Bastien’s POV

“You killed Garrick?!” My father is shooting me death glares, pacing his office like a tiger in a cage.

“On neutral territory.” I counter, “it was well within my rights, and we’ll both sleep better knowing he’s out of the picture for good.”

hisses. “The rule of law exists for a reason. Trials serve as examples for the pack, evidence that we take violations seriously, that

better example of what happens to abusers than any trial.”

can change my laws,” Father snarls, bearing his teeth. But until that time I expect my heir to embody the values I espouse and uphold

my arms over my chest, “He

don’t agree with you?” He snaps, “You think I wouldn’t have

“So why didn’t you?”

impunity.” Father barks, “It means standing by your principles even when it feels impossible,

blow, but I won’t apologize

away the question, “Your mother and I are

I say,

his eyes, and he slowly deflates, then tension seeping

feel the mating bond. It only became clear when I learned about her wolf. Of

in acknowledgement, but cannot bring myself to meet his gaze.

and when she’s ready to stand on her own two feet, she can decide if she wants to stay.” I drag a hand through my hair, “I

sure?” Father

no doubt in my mind it’s what’s right. “She’s been a captive long enough, I don’t want to trap her in a marriage she does not want. And if there’s a chance she can have love I want her to have it, even if it’s with

until you know whether or not there’s going

displeased with this suggestion.

throat, “That’s not going to

it will be less painful than spending your life chasing someone who can never love

Selene’s POV

She has my eyes, my full lips and long, silky hair; but I cannot find myself

no longer a garish shade of gray and mottled with bruises though it’s still very pale -, and though I

small body as he too studies my reflection. I still haven’t been able to let anyone else near me, so he is the one who helped me into my wedding dress for the final fitting. The long gown is perfect, but I feel more like a child playing dress

he’s been there for me through every breakdown and panic attack without question or

I’ve come to rely on him so completely that his reserve is becoming truly distressing. The inconvenient truth is that the torch I carried for the

helpless to being completely dependent on Bastien, and while I realize it

eight years through a combination of formal lessons and eavesdropping. I spend a lot of time with my ear pressed up to walls and doors, though my stealth skills are lacking. Bastien has caught me at it a number of times but thankfully he seems to find