Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 61

Bastien’s POV

This isn’t right.

The lab report in my hand is as clear as day, and its conclusions unmistakeable, but it can’t be right. I ve read it at least ten times now, scanning the page over and over again, looking for any sign of hope, any hint that the samples got mixed up or were contaminated in the lab. Yet every time the information remains the same. Beneath columns full of DNA markers I cannot even begin to understand, read the damning words:

Probability of Paternity: 0%

I don’t believe it. She has to be mine.

Selene, who turned pale and ashen the moment my mother revealed the envelope, squeezes the pup in her arms a little tighter. I can’t see Lila’s face, but I can hear the delicate wafts of her breath as she slum bers in her mother’s arms, completely oblivious to the disaster unfolding around her.

Selene furrows her dark brows and pouts her full lips, her beautiful face sullen and wary in equal mea sure. My stomach is in my throat, and the room around me is spinning out of control. She was telling the truth. I think simply, unable to process any more complex feelings than shock and pain.

I’d been so sure. I felt connected to Lila from the moment I saw her, and we bonded almost instantly. That has to mean something, doesn’t it? Surely I would not feel so possessive of another wolf’s child.

I suppose it might simply be the fact that she’s my mate’s daughter; after all, how could I not feel drawn to a pup who has so much of Selene in her? Maybe my mother was right, and I just wanted to be Lila’ s father. Maybe I didn’t want to believe my mate had truly chosen another wolf over me.

But she did. Selene chose Drake Cavanaugh’s pack over mine. She chose him for her protector; she chose him to father her pup.

Axel is howling mournfully in my head as I finally lower the paper. Every eye in the room is on me, and I realize they’re waiting for me to say something. “She isn’t mine,” I repeat, dropping the test results onto the side table. “The DNA wasn’t a match.”

and disappointed faces mingling with those of re lief and triumph – but all remain silent. Axel is anything but. Howling has turned to ranting and raging, de crying the results with savage snarls and vicious growls. My head is so full of his fury I almost forget where

bodies and unfocused faces filling the room beloved,

core. I assumed she was so upset about the test because she thought her lie would be revealed. Now I realize she was

was right to be

off my wolf even further, and he claws at the surface of my skin, desperate to get out. I’m not sure if I want to kill Drake or claim Selene. Frankly, I like the sound of both options. Of course, who’s to say I need to limit myself to one? Every instinct I possess is urging me to defend what’s mine, and Axel is

sults too, but she can also see that I’m in very serious danger of losing control. “Bastien?” She asks hesitantly.

my heart. I know I’m

done trying to be good, I’m done trying to be worthy of a woman who betrayed me. I’m ‘an Alpha, not some feeble Omega. It’s my job to lead and protect at all costs, to dominate and control, not

a dark storm. “You need to pull back brother.” He says, adding

haze blinding me thins for a moment, parting like fog before billowing back. It ebbs just enough for Aiden’s words to filter through to Axel, and together we try to force down the bloodlust consum ing us. Clenching and unclenching my fists, I will my pulse to slow. I can’t give in to my instincts with Lila here, no matter how entitled I’d be

and stole my child, or bore one with another wolf, I was always going to lose. It’s a reminder of everything that’s wrong be tween us, further proof of how little

loved me,

I imagined it

relationship a fantasy I created in

Selene shifted, she admitted how deeply she cared. She’d been out of her mind with pain, but almost seemed more devastated by the idea I’d rejected her. How many times has she told me that I

so much, how could she take another mate so quickly? How could she be hap py when I was in the depths

demand, pouring all my confusion and grief

know why, Bastien.” Selene answers with exasperation. “It was never going to

happy.” I argue,

imagine the pain in her voice? “A marriage can’t be built on pity and obligation. I couldn’t give you what you wanted, and you couldn’t give me what I need ed. That’s

blocking out our audience so that I can speak to Selene, and Selene alone. “How can you