Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 10 Arabella Falls Down the Stairs

Selene’s POV

The steady beeping of a heart monitor greets me when I wake, along with the uncomfortable sensation of needles embedded in my arms. My eyes flutter open, and slowly the sterile white walls of a hospital room take shape around me.

Bastien is already by my side.

“What happened?” I mutter drowsily.

“You had a very high fever.” He tells me, brushing a lock of hair away from my face. “I told you we needed to go to the ER but you were very determined to stay on the floor.” if I imagined a hint of a smile on his lips, it was long gone by his next words. “You fought me like a hellcat and managed to smash your head into the bathroom mirror.”

The beeping next to me speeds up as my anxiety surges. I might not remember it, but I know exactly why I fought him so hard Bastien glances at the machine, mistaking the cause of my worry, “It’s alright.” He promises gently. “There wasn’t any serious injury, just a concussion and a few scrapes.”

“What else did the doctor say?” Please tell me he doesn’t know. Please, please, please.

“Whatever stomach bug you had dehydrated you so much that fever set in. They’re going to pump you full of liquids and send you home.” Bastien explains. My pulse was just starting to slow when he caught me with a look I know only too well. “And when we get there you and I are going to have a little talk about trying to treat your own illnesses,” His voice lowers a full octave,” and biting,”

“Biting?” I squeak.

He nods ominously, “you were very naughty.”

I shrink instinctively beneath his scrutiny. Whatever else has happened between us, at the end of the day he is still my Alpha, and I disobeyed him – attacked him. “How much trouble am I in?”

To my surprise Bastien smiles and raises my hand to his lips, pressing soft kisses to my knuckles. “You aren’t. You scared the shit out of me.” He admits, “I’m too relieved you’re all right to be angry.”

I open my mouth to protest his teasing, but relief dissolves the words from my tongue. I feel a rush of affection for this man, the father of my child. If I was as sick as he makes it sound, he may have saved our lives.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Bastien.” He looks as if he’s about to wave the words away, but I latch onto the hand still holding mine. “Not just for today. For every day over the last three years, I never would have survived without you and I,” I have to pause so I don’t get choked up, I will be eternally grateful that you were in my life.”

“You never have to thank me for taking care of you, Selene.” He answers, his earlier warmth receding as he releases me. “It’s my job.”

this was to him. I’ve never been anything but an obligation, a duty. An Alpha couldn’t throw a helpless young wolf to

me, have I lost it? Is that why he doesn’t know? The heart monitor speeds up again and I do the only

find us some food when I see a doctor approach the nurse’s station outside my room. I rise from bed as quickly as I can, hurrying out of my room and pulling my IV behind me. “Excuse

me, looking mildly surprised.

I feel fine, and I need to speak with you alone.” I

he gestures toward the corridor, moving us away

everything alright?” He asks.

dehydrated, but I know you must have run tests and things.” I trip over my words,

of my thoughts, he raises a pacifying hand. “Do not worry,

from my shoulders. “Thank you,” I breathe, “But that’s only half of it. From what

didn’t.” He answers with an

blink, confused. “Why

about a stomach virus.” The young physician’s dark brow furrows. “It was very clear he did not know about the pregnancy.” He explains, “I did not tell him for two reasons. First, because you are my patient, not him. You may be married and he may be the future Alpha, but we still have doctor patient confidentiality. The only exception is a medical emergency in

my cheeks split

What you’re experiencing is not simple morning sickness, but a serious condition causing extreme, persistent

“You mean this isn’t going

not. You will need to take extreme care to maintain your strength. You may

I nod shakily,. “Thank

one other thing.” The doctor

“Yes?”

hedges, “But I just thought you might want to know. It will only be your decision to share the news of your pregnancy with your husband until you reach your second

I thought you said it

Pregnancy changes your body’s pheromones. It alters your scent. Once you hit 12 weeks your husband and every

Garrick’s imprisonment, I have often found these basic facts

find the right words, I simply nod my thanks and begin to

toward the desk a flash of blonde

and the look on her face makes it clear:

coming to stand before her at the top of the main staircase. She is staring at me with those wide doe-eyes, her pretty features drawn

is plain