Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 13 Bastien Goes To See Her Again

6 Days Until the Rejection Ceremony

Selene’s POV

Early morning sunlight filters through the windows and bathes the room in dappled light. I feel Bastien tracing the patterns its rays form on my skin, trailing his fingers down my spine, circling the shadows and delicate illuminations across my ribcage.

At some point last night he must have shifted and carried me to bed. Now he lies beneath me, the steady rise and fall of his chest rocking my body like a boat bobbing on the waves. I stretch drowsily, turning my face up to his. His eyes are already on me, his rugged features radiating warmth. “Good morning, little wolf.”

I snuggle closer, reacting rather than thinking. “Good morning.” There are dark circles beneath Bastien’s eyes, “You didn’t sleep?”

“No.” He confirms, “I was a bit distracted.”

I can feel the blood drain from my face. “Is Arabella…?”

“She’s going to be fine.” Bastien assures me. “You on the other hand…” he trails off ominously.

| stiffen in his arms, “Bastien, I didn’t do it.”

Frowning, he catches my cheek in his palm. “I know that sweetheart.” He continues petting me, treating me as he might a skittish horse. “Arabella was distressed and confused, she was in a lot of pain – that’s all.”

No it wasn’t, I want to say, but I hold my tongue. “If you know I didn’t push her, why wouldn’t I be okay?”

Bastien raises a stern brow, “Because you, my sweet wife, are in a lot of trouble.”

“But I didn’t do anything.”

“Is that so?” He rises with predatory grace, sitting up in the bed and pulling me into his lap. My legs straddle his thighs and I peek up at him from beneath my lashes. “Have you forgotten already?” Bastien’s rough voice sends a shiver down my spine as his hand closes around my nape. “You didn’t tell anyone you were sick. You flagrantly disobeyed me – though I admit, that was more the fever’s fault than your own.” He concedes, “But you were perfectly lucid when you left the hospital without being discharged or leaving so much as a note, and then isolated yourself when your physical and mental health were at stake.”

I stare at my lap. “How did you know I was here anyway?”

known about the storm – it didn’t hit the leeward side of the mountain.” Bastien’s fingers sink into my long hair, tangling in the thick tresses. He tugs

suddenly I feel like crying. I don’t want to explain. I was trying to do what was best for all of us, it isn’t fair that

furrows in confusion.

leave Arabella you didn’t have to.” I declare sulkily, “It was just a storm, I’m going

molten eyes search my face, as if trying to unearth some mystery from my skin. “I’m an Alpha,” He finally

Your entire existence is caught up in these notions of duty and obligation, and you fulfill them regardless of what it costs you.” In my

with dark intensity, “And what does it

murmur. “You’d give your life, if it

you think it isn’t a choice. I didn’t have to

my every nerve ending, overwhelming me with emotions I cannot untangle let alone relieve. I don’t know what to do. Everything is coming down on me

with my own. The pressure of his embrace forces

my mouth nothing comes out. It often happens like

solitude, it feels like I’ve lost the ability to communicate. Even when I want to speak, I can’t

my face into the crook

Until the

to be fine.”

he sports a sleek black tux. Given my aversion to crowds, we haven’t been to many

the Eros and Vega packs would be in attendance with their

I love the

my gaze down his body. “Your tie is crooked.” I tell him, eyeing the lopsided bow at

pulling the satiny fabric until it

fiddle with the sleek black bowtie, painfully aware of Bastien’s intent gaze. He’s been looking at me like I’m a particularly tasty snack ever since I donned this dress,

collar and failing. The next thing I know I’m sitting on the counter with Bastien between my

face to my neck, breathing me in. “Goddess you smell good.” He rumbles, nuzzling my throat to add his own scent on top of my perfume. Heat begins pooling in my belly. No matter how many times Bastien scent marks me, the possessive gesture always

time I realized love doesn’t have much

sensitive skin. “I

sounding anything