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.”

turned to ranting and raging, de crying the results with savage snarls

of blurry bodies and unfocused faces filling the room beloved, ethereal and far too painful to look at now that I

not believing me.” My mate’s cold words slice me straight to the core. I assumed she was so upset

right

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 positively

is looking at me with sympathy and concern. Unless I’m mistaken, she’s upset by the re sults too, but she can also see that I’m in very serious danger

punctuating the violent pounding of my heart. I know I’m barreling towards doing something I’ll regret, but even if

I’m ‘an Alpha, not some feeble Omega. It’s my

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

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

with another wolf, I was always going to lose. It’s a reminder of everything that’s

had loved me, hadn’t

imagined

a fantasy I created in

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

How could she be hap py when I was in the depths

demand, pouring all my confusion and grief into the words. “Why did

Selene answers with exasperation. “It was never going to work between

were happy.” I

marriage can’t be built on

our audience so