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?

pool on my lashes and I suck in a shaky breath, trying to tell myself that one day I might

matter if I’m enough for someone else The only person I want is Bastien, and no matter what I do, or how long I live he will never

Bastien’s POV

losing Selene, now those horrible dreams are becoming a reality. In less than an hour, we are going to

I have to do this for Selene. This is what being an Alpha is all about, I rernind my stubborn wolf,

in control. He

for days. I haven’t been able to think about anything other than the fact that I will never get to hold my mate in my arms again.

important like Blaise’s hunt for Volana wolves or my Alpha training. I’ve been wallowing in grief and fantasizing

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

chides, apparently feeling very vocal now that he’s finally speaking to me again. You think a pretty trinket is going to tell her something three years of marriage

do or say that will change things now. It’s too late. It was probably too late when we met. Selene’s heart belonged to another years

I accept it. I have to

I toss the

Gabriel’s POV

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

churn deep in my belly. This is not the path I hoped my son would walk. His marriage to Selene started on difficult footing, but the struggle was never between them. For all the horror of her past, I truly thought Selene had found peace with

shadow, but she was never afraid of her mate, and caring for Selene had softened Bastien in so many ways. Watching her heal and witnessing them grow together made Odette and I endlessly happy; we were both shocked

but I know Bastien is heartbroken. Under any other circumstances I might be angry at the person responsible for his pain, but I know it isn’t Selene’s fault. In the end I suppose Garrick’s torture was too much to overcome. If anyone is to blame

desk, eyeing the fluttering fabric curiously. The doors were closed when I entered my office, and no one has

scent a strange wolf, my mind racing to understand how anyone could have gotten

in all black and exuding undisguised hostility. Green eyes glow in the darkness, but

what he has, “only cowards hide in

myself?” His voice sounds familiar, yet I can’t place it. “You mean you

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255