Pregnant And Rejected

Bastien’s POV

I’ve never spent much time in Asphodel.

When I was a boy my father dragged me all over the continent, visiting different territories and packs, learning the lay of the land and meeting other Alphas, but I never liked anyplace as well as Elysium. Now, watching Selene and Lila commune with the strange animals who live in the watery mangroves of the Eros Pack’s capital, I can almost appreciate the strange, floating city.

A soft, furry snout emerges from the water, kissing Lila’s tiny toddler hand and making the pup squeal with delight. Selene keeps one slender arm locked around her daughter’s middle so the child doesn’t leap from the dock, but her own beaming grin is so wide 1 feel tempted to step forward and impose the same protection on my mate.

As if she can feel my gaze on her, Selene glances over her shoulder, her bright, intelligent eyes narrowing on me as her full mouth forms a luscious pout. I offer her a wolfish grin, Axel purring in my chest when a visible quiver vibrates up Selene’s spine despite her grumpy expression.

I’m only vaguely aware of my Beta approaching on my left, desperately trying to ignore his grim energy in favor of the vision before me on the pier. Arabella fled Elysium.

Well that certainly dampened the mood. She what?

Someone tipped her off, clearly. Donovan responds evenly, She was gone before the warrant was even issued.

Then it’s true. Aiden joins our silent conversation, appearing on my other side.

You doubted it? Donavon questions skeptically. Where Arabella’s romantic interest in me had exposed the less savory aspects of her nature long ago, and Donavon’s experience standing in as one of her guardians had offered him the same clarity, Aiden’s idealistic view of our surrogate little sister has never quite been challenged until now that is.

No. He rebuts, I just hoped… I suppose it was just denial. Aiden finally confesses. We grew up with her after all. Can you blame me for not wanting to believe it?

No. I answer easily. I don’t want to believe it either but I refuse to allow my own wishes to blind me to the truth. Guilt floods me as we stand there watching the identical she-wolves playing in the water, both so small in their own ways. The fact is I let myself ignore Arabella’s faults for way too long. If I hadn’t, none of this might have ever happened.

can feel my Betas’ eyes on me, and I know what Donovan is going to ask before the thought

even this time last yeah, I’m not sure how I would have answered. Now I don’t give it a second thought: Hunt her down. No matter how

around mid-afternoon, begging to be carried and then slumping in her mother’s arms long before we neared the center-city neighborhood my mate and her pup called home. Though Selene had agreed to accompany our party on a diplomatic tour

the way, bearing the brunt of the physical toll. Halting her imminent excuses to slip away, Selene reluctantly passed the pup to me while grumbling mutinously

resisting the urge to steal a kiss from my mate in the process, I snuggled the pint sized wolf throughout the rest of the tour, determinedly parsing

the restroom, I took the opportunity for which I’d been waiting, feeling only a small sliver of guilt a: I plucked a few hairs from the sleeping pups’ head and

Asphodel are world-class, I don’t trust Eros wolves with such delicate matters. I want the Drs in Elysium to run these tests, and I do I want a single middleman involved to muddy the waters of the

raises my suspicions that Lila is mine. After all, what cause would she have to be so defensive if Lila truly belonged

worth, Bastien. I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

to worry about if she is mine.” “At least if she isn’t

I’d start worrying.” Aiden frowns, carefully wrapping up Lila’s sample. “Because Donovan’s right. If this pup isn’t yours, I’ll

Selene’s POV

the deadbolt locking my apartment, looking over my shoulder at the Alpha cradling my daughter as I push the door open. Stepping just inside, I

Sirpanien.”

his jacket and then Lila’s before settling on my sofa. Stripping off my own outerwear, I promptly swipe my baby away from the big predator and cuddle her to my chest, “You can go now, Bastien.” I

scoots closer, throwing one burly arm over my shoulder and circling the other around

sit up, holding my body away from his intoxicating touch as best I

one large paw over his

his words to sink in, their full implications washing over me like a

before the words can leave his

she does!” | argue. “You tried to arrest her for attempting to kill me. The only way you could have found that out is if you found me, which means she knows I’m alive.” And