Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 6 Pregnancy and Rejection

Selene’s POV

Three Years Later.

The steady woosh woosh of an ultrasound machine fills the small exam room. I’ve been in this cramped, cold space dozens of times, but I’ve never felt anything but discomfort within its walls. Now, as I lay on my back, vulnerable and exposed, I find myself overwhelmed with joy.

A faint thumping noise joins the alien sounds of the equipment, and the doctor seated between my legs grins up at me, * And there’s the heartbeat.”

“That is, without a doubt, the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.” I whisper.

This is not how I expected my day to go. I thought I was coming in for an annual women’s health check up, and afterwards I’d planned on sitting down and writing out everything I want to say to Bastien before our Anniversary tomorrow.

As they say, even the best laid plans can go awry, and sure enough, my world has been turned on its head in one fell swoop.

I wasn’t even sure I could get pregnant after everything Garrick put my body through, and we certainly haven’t been trying. Though in truth we also haven’t been terribly careful. Bastien might not love me, but there is no doubt he’s attracted to me.

He’d taken things very slowly at first, letting me grow comfortable with the idea of a physical relationship before diving in, then teaching me about intimacy with what seemed like unending patience.

By the time I was ready to become Bastien’s wife in every sense of the word, I was starting to think he must not want me. Everything I knew of men indicated that they would take what they felt they were owed regardless of anyone else’s feelings, so if Bastien wasn’t pushing me, he must not be interested.

When I finally confronted him, with all the ferocity of a frightened rabbit, Bastien stalked me into a corner and proceeded to pounce on me like the predator he is. It quickly became clear that what i’d taken as disinterest, was simply unrelenting control.

was fierce and possessive in bed and out – and I loved every minute of it. Our mutual ardor has

be a mother.” I breathe in blissful

wait

heels for Bastien. As much as his dominance sometimes frightens me, I’ve found that I crave it

help guide or protect me. The flashbacks and nightmares are fewer as time goes by, but I doubt I will ever regain the ability

The only time I don’t have to be afraid is when Bastien is with me. He

why I love

when he does not have to be; because he would sacrifice anything for the members of his pack. I love him because he is every bit

Sometimes when he looks at me I swear there are stars in his eyes, but

love when we met, with a woman who did not need constant comfort and coddling, a woman who was

the way I love him. Yet we’ve been so happy lately, happy enough that I

I finally have something to offer him that Arabella

for me if I’m not truly what he wants –

his face when I tell him the news: a heady mix of joy, excitement, and pure male pride. I’ve seen it a few times before,

in my chest I think I might burst – I can’t wait to share this feeling

stop to buy groceries, planning a special dinner for my announcement. I go all out, purchasing good wine even though I can’t drink it, as well

Alpha’s family and their Betas all live in the pack house with a number of enforcers, official pack

a private apartment on the top floor, giving us the option to gather and spend our days with the rest of the house or hole up on our own. Tonight is definitely a

feeling this light. I practiced sharing the news while I drove, cycling through a number of strategies before deciding to

stairs, my body thrumming with anticipation. I have to