Pregnant And Rejected

Pregnant And Rejected By My Alpha Mate By Caroline Above Chapter 40

Chapter 40 Rebirth

Selene’s POV

I’ve known more than my fair share of pain over the years, but nothing compares to labor. I feel like I’m being torn apart from the waist down. Even Wolfsbane didn’t come close to this torture.

It happens in waves, swelling and cresting over and over again until I’m so exhausted and drained that I barely have the strength to keep my eyes open. I want to rest, but every time my muscles relax enough to attempt it, a fresh assault wracks my form with agony and drags me back into consciousness.

“Can’t you just knock me out?” I ask the nurses petting and soothing me.

“No honey.” The nearest one coos. “I know it’s terrible, but you’re doing so well.” She praises. “Do you want some more ice?”

“No.” I cry, tears slipping from the corners of my eyes, “I want Bastien.”

Drake strokes my hair back from my face, lowering his lips to my ear, “Easy now, Celeste.” He enunciates my false name pointedly, remember who you are.”

I whip my head from right to left, my chest shaking with sobs as I grip the hand rails at my sides with white knuckled fists. “I need him.” I sob piteously. “I can’t do this without him.”

It’s been so long since I let myself think of Bastien, I’d almost even convinced myself I don’t miss him. I’ve filled my imagination with my shiny new life, my burgeoning accomplishments and independence – telling myself I finally have everything I’ve ever wanted. But none of it feels right without my mate.

It’s true I have so many things I’ve never been able to contemplate in the past, and it’s true I’m happy with my freedom, but these past 6 months have felt just a little too much like a dream. Everything that’s happening feels true in the moment, but something always seems off, a small part of my mind knows it isn’t real. Eventually I have to wake up, and whenever I do, it’s never easy.

Sometimes it happens in the middle of the night, in those stolen hours when deep thoughts always seem to appear unbidden, and unspoken anxieties and emotions rear their ugly heads. Sometimes it happens listening to a familiar song, or watching a movie scene that hits just a little too close to home.

happens when something so jarring and unfathomable strikes that it becomes impossible to pretend any longer

Celeste.” Drake croons, “You can do

hands away, my roiling hormones making me suddenly furious that my friend

personally, you should hear some of the things laboring moms say to their

comes out a whisper, my chest heaving but still unable to draw in enough air. “My

stern but understanding eyes. “If that’s true, then he’s not worth your tears, and he’ s the last person you need.” She nods to Drake. “The people who care are the ones who show up. They’re the ones who deserve your

head falls back on the pillow as a contraction eases, and I sniffle pitifully. “I’m sorry.” I hiccup, reaching for my friend. “I didn’t mean

know, silly wolf.” Drake grins, taking my hand again. “It’s

contraction seizes my uterus, and I jolt forward

my doctor sweeps in. She’s pulling on gloves with a wide smile that makes me want to hit her, “How

thing out of me!” I

how far along we are.” She

at all when she announces, “Ten centimeters.” Her head peaks up from beneath the blanket covering my splayed legs,

ready fourteen hours ago!” I

pats my leg and smiles, “Then

instructions, positioning themselves on my sides and hooking their arms beneath my legs to help support me while she hunkers down at the end of the bed. I feel so guilty for resenting their touch, but no matter what encouragement or comfort anyone offers me, the fact

groaning at the top of my hoarse lungs. It happens in bursts,

feels like hours, the sensation of tearing from the inside out eases, and the doctor’s obnoxiously

or joy or anything else for that matter something like an explosion bursts deep in my chest, washing over me in a flood of electricity. The sudden rush of power carries me floating on a tide of memory into the darkness, as the hospital room, and everyone

Drake’s POV

as I watch Selene faint, my attention swinging from her newborn daughter to her slumped body and lolling head. “Wait, what’s happening?” I demand,

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