Pregnant And Rejected

Pregnant And Rejected By My Alpha Mate By Caroline Above Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Day of the Ceremony

Belene’s POV

My fingers anxiously trace the flowers embroidered into the bodice of my wedding gown it’s a delicate white contera weightless and ethereal I look more like a wood nymph than a bride.

I remember the day we chose it, Bastien and ill was the first dress we found that did not completely overpower my w frame three years ago. We tried countless others first, but the moment i stepped into the gossamer fabric i wen tace said it all.

This is the way of rejection ceremonies Marriages end as they begin.

We will wear the same clothes, meet at the same moonlit altar with friends and family looking on, we’ll even play the samnem Vet instead of vows to love and keep each other we will vow to part. Instead of exchanging rings we’rar more then, and instead of shifting to run together beneath the stars, we’ll divide, forging new paths in directions of our own choosing

Of course, Bastien and I never ran together in the first place. We walked through the forest hand in hand, a sweet concession for the loss of my wolf.

Tonight I expect he will shift, and I have a fairly good idea where he’ll run rather to whom he’ll run.

I’ve replayed my conversation with Arabella over and over in my head. At first I thought I must have misheard her, after all Bacon himself told me Arabella was his mate. Yet the more I ponder our conversation the clearer it becomes Bastien is my mate, or the would have been if I still had Luna, It explains why I always felt connected to him, why he always made me feel safe.

Those horrible women at Gabriel’s birthday were right, I am too broken to be anything but a burden. My one chance to be whole might have been finding the man the goddess chose for me, but fate had other plans.

My mate doesn’t want me without my wolf.

Who could?

trying to tell myself that one day I might find a wolf who is able to look past my shortcomings. One day I might

rolling down my cheeks in gray rivulets of mascara, It doesn’t matter if I’m enough for someone else The only person I want is Bastien, and no

Bastien’s POV

now those horrible dreams are becoming a reality. In less than an hour, we are going to formally end our marriage

I

control. He replies grumpily. Do you feel

other than the fact that I will never get to hold my mate in my arms again. Not only that, I’m going to have to

wolves

is sitting on my dresser, wrapped up in a velvet box and decorative paper. When 1 bought it I told myself it was merely a parting gift for Selene, a token of appreciation for our years together and good will for the future. But deep down I imagined it might convince her to give me

feeling very vocal now that he’s finally speaking to me again. You think

change things now. It’s too late. It was probably too late when we met. Selene’s heart belonged to another

I accept it. I have to let us both move

toss the gift

Gabriel’s POV

but drafting laws and signing treaties is difficult without thumbs. My fingers tug at the windsor knot choking off my air supply, fumbling with the annoying garment

on difficult footing, but the

afraid of her mate, and caring for Selene had softened Bastien in so many ways. Watching her heal and

the end I suppose Garrick’s torture was too much to overcome. If anyone is to blame it’s him, or the Goddess herself.

the document on my desk, eyeing the fluttering

of cool air wafts through the room. My hackles raise as I scent a strange wolf, my mind racing to understand how anyone could have gotten past my heightened senses. My gaze jumps to the goblet of wine by my computer, but before I can

in my periphery, illuminated by the dim terrace lanterns. He’s tall and thin, dressed in all black and exuding undisguised hostility. Green

he has,

sounds familiar, yet I can’t place

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