Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 38 Marriage Proposal

Odette’s POV

“I swear to the Goddess.” Donavon crumples the magazine in his hand, lobbing it at the wall, “Where do they get this shit?”

The shiny pages slacken as it falls, brightly colored tabloid headlines peeking out of the wrinkled ball of paper, “Alpha’s secret love child.”

Unfortunately I have an idea where these rumors are coming from. I’ve seen the way Arabella looks at my son, and I can’t stop hearing Selene’s last words to me: She really hates me. She’s attempted worse. Half an hour later my daughter-in law was dead, then Arabella was miraculously found unharmed a few days later – with an iron-clad alibi for her whereabouts at the time of the fire.

Even so, those are not the kinds of accusations one makes without evidence, and a few words from Selene in the height of a very stressful moment isn’t reliable intelligence. I could have completely misinterpreted her meaning. “Does Bastien know?” i query. gesturing to the tabloid.

“He hasn’t left his rooms since the fire.” Donavon reminds me, shaking his head. And he’s not speaking to anyone.”

I understand better than anyone. The only reason I can get myself out of bed in the morning is because Bastien needs me so badly. I’ve been letting him mourn while I run the pack, not that anyone knows what’s happening behind the scenes. However the situation in Elysium is deteriorating without his leadership, and the rumor mill is out of control.

What’s more, I’m deeply afraid that Bastien cannot go on like this much longer. Young as he is, losing a mate can kill a wolf of any age, and as much as I want to give him time to heal, I can’t risk letting him grieve himself to death.

“That’s not all, ma’am.” Donavon says, pulling my attention from the magazine. “We also received a letter from the Elder Council. They want Bastien to increase the frequency of his security reports.”

“They’ve been weekly since Gabriel’s murder.” I scoff, “What do they want, a daily update?”

The Beta purses his lips and raises his eyebrows, confirming my guess.

“That’s ridiculous.” I snap, “They’ve never had that kind of oversight before.”

*Clearly they want to use Selene’s death to bolster their own power.” Donavon complains, “frankly I’d like to tell them where they can shove their reports.”

Bastien.” I resolve, “he’s got to come back to work, we cannot cave to this sort of

large man grimaces, “be

imperious glare, “I’m his mother, he can huff and

Donavon relates gently. “He’s an Alpha who

my chin up. “He’s not the only alpha who’s lost his mate,

mess my first instinct is to douse the entire space in bleach, starting with my son. The air is perfumed with an unsavory

bag and begin filling it on my way through the space, but I maintain my focus and head straight for the giant unwashed

stubble. An empty bottle of whiskey dangles from his limp hand, and the table in front of him is scattered with beer cans. He

before I can touch him. His powerful fingers dig into my skin, and my attention leaps to his face. His eyes are wild, staring at

voice jogs a bit of recognition into his hard

one and

sits up and rubs his

remark tartly. “You, my son, need to take a shower. And

he was little and wanted to escape a bath,

I put my foot down. “You

the apartment, trying not to judge the mess. I

He sits down at his kitchen island, watching me work with a far odd look in his silver

to.” I murmur, holding out the sponge in his direction. “Of course, it would be better

my spot over the sink and beginning to scrub dishes while I find a drying cloth. “I know it feels pointless, and silly and tedious, but you just have to force yourself to go through the motions for a little while. Eventually, you’ll be able to find

who I never even got to claim. We never had any happy years, we didn’t get to build a life together.” He drops the spunge and closes his fists around the

true, Bastien.” I

thing she did before she died. I accused her of kidnapping, put her under house arrest and forced her to run into a situation that killed her.” Bastien thunders, “Still she called me for help! But

only with much restraint do I stop myself