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.

loved every minute of it. Our mutual ardor has resulted in a somewhat inordinate number of spontaneous liaisons, making my current situation much less of a mystery than

be a mother.”

can’t wait to

hadn’t taken me long to fall head over heels for Bastien. As much as his dominance

or protect me. The flashbacks and nightmares are fewer as time goes by,

of every day: always on the lookout for an attack, always prepared to fight or run from a threat. The only time I don’t have to be afraid is when Bastien is with me. He makes

isn’t why I love

be; because he would sacrifice anything for the members of his pack. I love him because he is every bit as smart and funny as he is protective and brave, because he makes me feel like no one else ever

as I do. Sometimes when he looks at me I swear there are stars in his eyes, but others I’m sure I’ve

comfort and coddling, a woman who was his

Yet

finally have something to offer him that Arabella

not truly what he

can already picture his face when I tell him the news: a heady mix of joy, excitement, and pure male pride. I’ve

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

out, purchasing good wine even though I can’t drink

in the pack house with a number of enforcers, official pack

giving us the option to gather and spend our days

office, I can’t recall ever feeling this light. I practiced sharing the news while I drove, cycling through a number of strategies before deciding to simply tell

rapidly in my belly as I climb the stairs, my body thrumming with anticipation. I have to juggle the bags in my