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.”

to Bastien.” I resolve, “he’s got to come back

man grimaces, “be careful,

my spine, giving my old friend an imperious glare, “I’m his mother, he can huff and puff all

son right now,” Donavon relates gently. “He’s an Alpha who lost his mate. Pushing

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

an unsavory blend of hard liquor, dirty laundry, spoiled food and even from the

way through the space,

empty bottle of whiskey dangles from his limp hand, and the table in front of him is scattered with beer cans. He wears only a pair of sweatpants, and the weight he’s lost in the last few

powerful fingers dig into my skin, and my attention leaps to his face. His eyes are wild, staring at me without recognition. “Sweetheart, you’re

voice jogs a bit of recognition into his hard features,

and only.”

his eyes, “I’m sorry, you

need

he made when he was little and wanted to escape a bath, I have

my foot

cleaned up I take up the helm cleaning the apartment, trying not to judge the

clean-shaven, wet-haired and smelling of soap, the space almost looks inhabitable again. He sits down at his kitchen island, watching me work with a far odd look in his silver eyes. “You don’t have to do that,

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

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,

I lost a mate 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

isn’t true, Bastien.” I

house arrest and forced her to run into a situation that killed her.” Bastien thunders, “Still she called me for help! But I didn’t pick up, I failed her one too many times. And she

with much restraint do I stop myself from reaching for