Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 23 Postponing the Ceremony

Bastien’s POV

The day after my father’s murder the sun rises just like it has every morning for eons. Its rays filter through the gauzy curtains adorning our bedroom windows, announcing dawn’s arrival as if this day is no different than the millions which came before.

This cannot be. Surely the sun cannot shine on a world where my father does not exist. Surely the earth cannot keep spinning when his life has winked out forever.

Yet they do. The world forges on as though nothing has changed – oblivious to the loss of one of its most remarkable creations.

I wish I could snuff out the dawn as brutally as someone did my father’s soul.

All I have left of him now are memories. Every plan we made, every expectation or imagined future is gone. We will never speak again, never go on another hunt or share another laugh. Our relationship is an artifact of the past, an unfinished book whose final chapters will never be written,

I cannot bear it.

What’s worse is I know this is only the beginning. Few wolves outlive their mates by very long, even when they die young. The grief eats them alive, wasting away their physical forms until there is nothing left. How much longer will I have my mother? How long can she survive without half her soul?

The horrible likelihood is that I will soon be without any parents at all, and I’m already losing my own mate. Though the parting may not be as tragic, it will be just as final.

My father’s death bought me one more night with Selene. She’s stretched out on top of me, her breath a warm breeze on my chest, rustling the coarse hair scattered across my pecs. Her serious brow is furrowed even in sleep and I gather her close, afraid to wake her but needing to feel her skin on mine.

Her lashes flutter, parting to reveal her stunning irises. It takes a moment for the memory of last night to rise to the surface, but I know the moment it does. Her face crumples, leaving sleep completely and replacing the sweet innocence of slumber with heart rending grief.

My pain is reflected so clearly in Selene’s eyes my heart forgets to beat. “I was hoping it was all a bad dream.”

“Me too.” I admit, running my fingers through the silky blanket of chestnut hair streaming down her bare back. “I just want to go back to sleep and stay there until this all goes away.“.

Selene does not tell me it’s never going to go away, or that I cannot hide from reality. She simply rests her cheek over my heart and forlornly whispers, “I know.”

My wolf, who has been swinging like a pendulum between sorrow and fury ever since walking into the Alpha’s office last night, quiets ever so slightly. Selene is, and has always been, the only thing that can truly soothe Axel.

the ceremony was supposed to be yesterday but…” My

small body, which had gone tense when I started speaking, liquefies. “It’s alright Bastien, the

relax in unison, but my relief is only temporary. There is one very large problem with her

never going to be

Selene’s POV

of her former self. Bastien is scarcely better. After emerging from our apartment the day after the

our minds in the wake of the murder. It seemed distasteful and disrespectful to revoke the title from Gabriel so quickly, but the council was

with overseeing the murder investigation, planning his father’s funeral and caring for his mother. I help

they’ve attempted to coax him into taking a break. The two Betas have

I am the

a silver serving tray in my arms. “Don’t take no for an answer.” Aiden is saying. “You

you have to.”

physical contact.” Aiden interjects, “it will

keep my eyes from rolling into the back

Betas exchange

simply, making a shoeing motion so they’ll clear the

when I enter, his attention is glued to a stack of papers splayed out on the mahogany desk. I set the dinner tray on the

reaches out blindly, snagging my hand and bringing it to his lips

you eat with

baby.” He replies immediately.

my most intimidating pose, locking my hands on my hips. “Bastien, you need to eat something.” “When I reach a

point in three days.” I remind

“Not right now,

“When?”

I can.” He

first time in my memory, I summon a growl. It’s weak and not the least bit intimidating, rumbling pitifully

the first time since I entered. His silver eyes pierce straight through me. “Did you just

to keep my gaze level with his, but instead find it skittering back and forth as I put my foot down. “You need