Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 14 I Am Pushed Into The Pool

Selene’s POV

I’ve never seen so many people in one place.

Nova hall is packed to the gills with glittering bodies. Wolves from across the pack have gathered to celebrate Gabriel, all decked out in their finest. I know most of the people here, having met them at some point or another over the last three years, but at least a quarter of the guests are outsiders.

Members of a dozen other packs have come to pay their respects, for tonight not only marks Gabriel’s birthday, but also his 30th anniversary as Alpha. There is no question my father-in-law has been a highly influential leader, brokering unprecedented alliances with powerful packs across the continent.

I stand close to my mother-in-law’s side, wishing I could go back to the pack house. I hate these events, which always leave me feeling scrutinized and judged by the prying eyes of pack socialites. Most pack members view me as either an oddity or a charity case, but there is one group in particular who took great offense when Bastien took me for a mate.

Everyone knows my story. My escape and Garrick’s subsequent disappearance was headline news in Elysium, and if it weren’t for Gabriel and Bastien, I probably would have become something of a pack side show.

With all our other concerns, I’m not sure any of us considered that I might need protection from negative attention within the pack, but time proved it was very necessary. Bastien had been the Nova’s most eligible bachelor since he was a boy, and the pack’s unmated women took our marriage especially hard.

It was one thing when people thought he would marry Arabella – she fit the role of an Alpha’s wife, the de-facto leader of Novan females. I did not. I am not a leader, and standing next to Bastien I look more like his kidnapping victim than a partner. I am short, scrawny and timid; a halfling with strange eyes and nothing but wasted potential.

The fact that I am a Volana ceased to matter when I lost Luna. I am an incomplete person by definition, and that might be alright if I held no power, but the idea of having a woman without a wolf helping to lead the pack did not sit well with a great many people.

I have no doubt the pack will be relieved when our rejection ceremony is announced, but everyone agreed it should wait until after the gala. No one wanted to pull attention from Gabriel on his special night.

I can feel a hundred eyes crawling over my form.

Bastien

find her a lovely, calming presence, but no one puts me at ease like my husband. He is the only person with whom I don’t have to constantly worry about my safety,

the worse? Is that why he ran out the way he did? It’s hard to fathom what could go wrong now that she’s mostly healed, but it also wouldn’t surprise me given the way she’s been milking her injuries. It would be perfectly

between us. Her allegations against Gabriel still ring in my ears, posing far too many uncomfortable questions. There’s no doubt she cannot be

wronged, in fact one could argue that being terrible makes some past trauma more likely. I have a hard time believing it of my father-in-law, but I also remember the look in Bastien’s eyes when

don’t have a

I know what to do about her attempted assault. I’m extremely concerned about what is going to happen when she gets released from the hospital. I know I don’t have to worry about

become such a

on Gabriel and I find myself very

than truly sympathetic, “If Bastien hadn’t married her she’d be in a gutter somewhere. He’s so noble. I can’t imagine how hard it is for him to be

no secret that Bastien married me out of pity and obligation

your husband never marking you? It’s so tragic.” Like her companion, this she-wolf’s

first woman scoffs, “You don’t

the saltwater pool bisecting the blossoming greenspace. I hold my head up high as I move through the people, but it

down a flight of stairs.” I don’t recognize the speaker, but

effects remain to this day. But this is too much. Even if the ensuing argument triggers a PTSD episode, I cannot let

cruel words, and find her watching me. It’s clear she’d wanted me to hear her; her features are alight with malicious glee as I approach. “I didn’t push anyone down any stairs.”

This is not entirely true. Rejection ceremonies are actually relatively rare, but they are still common enough in pack society to be considered

curtain of long red hair

belly came from, but rather than shutting down, I fight back. “Actually it seems they do- since Bastien is an

far past time he got rid of you.” She bites back, sharing a cruel smile