Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 34 I reject you, Bastien!

Selene’s POV

My body crashes into the door with a dull thump, and I bounce away from the wood for the dozenth time. If I ever get out of this tinderbox, I’m sure I will have bruises all down my sides- but getting out is seeming less and less likely.

I did not waste a single moment after Arabella locked me in the closet, immediately beginning to scream and yank at the immovable door knob. When that didn’t work I tried climbing the shelves to reach the vent in the ceiling, but they collapsed beneath my weight and built a veritable pyre of linen on the closet floor.

At least when the fire reaches me I’ll go fast.

A sob wrenches from my throat, true terror enveloping me as the reality of my circumstances set in. When Arabella first struck the match, I thought only of what I must do to escape. I did not let myself dwell on what would happen if I failed. I did not contemplate the agony awaiting me.

I throw myself into the door again and again, the prospect of burning to death riddling my body with panic and adrenaline. As smoke slips beneath the crack in the door and clogs the air around me, I remember my phone, yanking it from my pocket with shaking fingers.

I fumble for the touch keys, my lungs already burning with acrid smog. Bastien’s number flies from my fingers on auto-pilot, and I strain to hear the tinny ringing over the rising whirr of flames. The temperature is rising every second, and blazing orange light now shines through every crack in the door.

“Pick up, pick up, pick up!” I beg as prayers race through my mind. Please, I implore the Goddess internally, Do whatever you want with me, but please don’t do this to my baby. Please don’t take it too.

The line rings and rings, chiming in my ear like a relentless death knell. Please Bastien!” I shout into the roaring inferno. “I need you!”

Bastien’s POV

The moon and stars have disappeared behind black clouds, as if the Goddess can hear my grim thoughts and is reordering creation to match them. Aiden still sits beside me, a hulking gray wolf gazing longingly into the trees, hoping for signs of prey.

Ambient light from the city radiates a golden halo over the ridge at our backs, but the wild mountains before us lie in full shadow. I howl into the darkness, channeling every ounce of my rage and frustration into the call.

My dread only increases as the minutes tick by. I agreed to rest before setting back to Elysium, caving to Aiden’s nagging if only to make the lecture stop. However being away from the pack when so much chaos reigns makes my skin crawl.

A knot has been lodged in the pit of my stomach since I first heard Arabella was missing, but since we’ve been out here, the knot has expanded to a wrecking ball. I try to tell myself it’s only my anxiety spinning out of control. If anything new had developed, my men would have notified me our mental link can travel any distance.

Mom and Selene are safe with my sentries and Donovan is overseeing the enforcers searching for Arabella; everyone is accounted for. I would know if something was wrong.

So why do I feel such a horrible sense of foreboding? I roll my neck, stretching my restless muscles and shaking out my fur. Perhaps my instincts are trying to alert me to something already happening, but a crisis yet to come.

I want to go back. I relay to Aiden.

We should try to find some food first. He answers. You’ve got to keep up your strength.

alarm slams into me as his thoughts travel to mine, and my claws

get back to the city, you’ll have only yourself

like a speeding bullet. Aiden struggles to keep up. yelling after me to

can’t. With every inch I draw closer to home, the more certain I

Selene’s POV

to form a foul tasting slime the strained organs continuously expel in their

or a charger had drained its battery, and my lovesick instincts to call my husband for help rather than the pack emergency line stole my last chance

We’re going to die.

my arms around my belly, futilely shielding the precious life within. “I’m sorry.” I weep, clutching the spot where my baby rests. “I’m so sorry. You deserved so much more than this, so

the cabin. I knew she was up to no good, but some idiotic part of me thought I could talk her down. After all, what else was supposed to do? I didn’t have any way

has come from Bastien. Without his protection I’m helpless, and I stopped being able

I really were

his side because of the “kidnapping,” and every time I’ve called him recently

truth is he doesn’t care. Not when Arabella is missing and in danger and especially not when he believes I’m responsible. He’s already put me under house arrest, for all I know he’s currently making arrangements for my trial and exile, if not my

honest, it wasn’t ever true affection: it was pity and obligation cemented by

to my name – and bearing no skills to earn any. I needed him to survive. But I should have put a stop to it after I found my feet, I was just too

is the result. I never learned how to stand on my own, and fondness is not love. It doesn’t last. It doesn’t conquer

beginning to hope dehydration might take me out before the flames can breach the door. The room grows hotter and hotter every second, and my stomach leaps into my throat. I vomit black bile onto the pile of

out, and I howl the way Luna used to before Garrick stole her

in a future he never intended on giving to me, playing with my heart and throwing it away the moment his duty was fulfilled. Three years of marriage, and he turned his back on me despite all logic

my baby is going to die because he’d rather be

deliriously. “You don’t get to reject me.” I slur, “I reject you, Bastien! Do you hear me?” I

smatter my vision, the air around me feeling completely solid. This is it. Woozy heat dulls my thoughts, whirling them through my scattered mind in a lightheaded maelstrom.

this, but I

for the pain. However I

veil between worlds becomes so thin that you can almost see across. On those nights you can feel your loved ones watching over you so keenly that there is comfort even in

I’m going, I’ll be with my mother again. With

I’ll finally be safe.

close for the last time, I whisper my final

5 Shets Dead

device from the garment, noticing a missed call from Selene and 16 from my mother in addition

dread I’d begun to feel on the cliffside had transformed suddenly and horrifically into a riot of agony as an impassable rift rent my heart

the rebuff itself. I knew losing my mate would test the very limits of my being, just didn’t understand how immediate the impact would be,