Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 50

Selene‘s POV

That isn‘t fair. I object immediately. And it isn‘t ethical, how can you abide bringing an innocent child into your troubles.

You mean the way you oh so ethically chose to hide your Volana daughter in a pack you know is incapable of safeguarding her, all the while knowing the Calypsos are after you? Bastien growls, genuine anger in his voice.

From the sounds of it we wouldn‘t be any safer in Elysium. I rebut, conveniently omitting the fact that I know we‘re safer here because his saboteur is far from our only antagonist.

At least in Elysium there‘s an Alpha capable of protecting you. He rumbles. Now come on, out with it, who is her father?

Why do you even care, Bastien? I exclaim. She‘s not yours so why does it matter whose she is?

He prowls forward, circling me ominously. Because until you give me another viable candidate I‘m not going to believe she isn‘t mine. His molten eyes flash. And because if she is mine, then you‘re in trouble for a lot more than faking your death.

For the last time, I grind out, I did not fake my death!

Then who did? He thunders.

Probably your damned saboteur! I throw back, narrowing my eyes to slits. Or maybe it‘s the person who set the fire after locking me in the closet. I can‘t imagine they were very amused when they realized I escaped.

Bastien freezes. What are you talking about?

What, you didn‘t think it was an accident did you? I goad him, feeling particularly feisty in my wolf‘s skin. And I just magically got. locked inside in the small window of time your mother was gone.

No, of course we assumed it was murder at the time. Bastien combats. I just.

What? I prompt. Thought a fake body eliminated the element of foul play?

Then you saw who did it? Bastien questions urgently.

them, spoke with them, the whole nine yards. I bare my fangs, and by the way Mr. Alpha Protector, that wasn‘t even the first time

I realize I might have bitten off more than I can chew. Bastien has gone from circling me to stalking me into the hillside. You need to

I double down. I can tell you who fathered Lila, or I can tell you who tried to kill me. Which

carefully, Selene. Bastien threatens, If

to take it that

just in time to dodge Bastien‘s pounce, trying to put some distance between us as the larger wolf turns to follow me. And this is how you treat your mate‘? I say with faux disbelief. I‘d hate to see how

my hackles raise. He stalks me for another long moment, Is this little game of yours really more important to you than getting back to

holding me in place but not applying any pressure. I wriggle and squirm but he simply pulls his head up and lifts my feet off the

and the big brute actually snorts. Nice try baby, you forget my wolf can sense yours‘ emotions. Now submit to

Drake

whimper now, tucking my tail between my legs and trying to curl my legs up to protect my belly. Bastien sets my paws on the ground but doesn‘t

Drake Lila‘s

also the one

surprise. Is he the one you were in love with while we were together?

What? I croak dumbly.

heard me. Bastien

person I‘ve loved for that length of time is Bastien. How would he even know about that? I don‘t think he remembers meeting me and even if he did, it would be

meet Drake until your Father‘s birthday. I assure him, You know, the time he saved my life because

accusation. Is he Lila‘s

tumbles from my lips before I can stop

through our bond. Then, another feeling filters through, a slight

immediately. You would have known. You would have smelled him on me. No, unlike you,

up at Bastien as he thinks, What are you saying?

need to bother lying. Bitterness coats my tongue. I‘m

lying. Bastien claims

eyes, You and Arabella weren‘t exactly subtle, the nights out, midnight rendezvous, jewelry shopping trips. The entire pack knew you were

you yesterday that there‘s nothing between Arabella and I. Bastien offers the lie so earnestly I almost think he believes it. A long time ago, I thought about marrying her,

shake my head, trying to stand and failing when one of Bastien‘s large paws lands on my shoulder, keeping me pinned

You were victim of enough rumors that I should think