Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 66 Luna’s Choice

Drake’s POV

I’ve been waiting for Selene to get over Bastien from the first day she set foot in Asphodel. I told myself that as long as I was patient, as long as I proved myself a good friend to her and gave her the space she needed to heal, she would eventually realize how perfect we are for each other.

I don’t care that I’m not her mate, or that this isn’t what the Goddess planned.

As far as I’m concerned mates are overrated. Bastien never appreciated Selene. He was never good for her and she has always deserved better. I’ve worked incredibly hard these last few years to help Selene move past him, and I’m certain we could have been together by now if he’d only stayed away.

Except he didn’t stay away. He turned up in my city without notice or permission, and immediately set his sights on the woman of my dreams.

It would not be so terrible if he only wanted Lila.

Make no mistake, I love the pup, but she isn’t mine. She has all of her mother’s sweetness and charm, but she also shares her father’s fierce spirit and independence. Lila embodies the same temperament that Bastien used to destroy her mother, and I refuse to let any more harm come to Selene.

I feel like a fool now that I see them together. These past few weeks I’ve imagined that if I can only keep Selene and Bastien apart, I can keep their bond from reform But life doesn’t work that way. As soon as Selene saw the Nova Alpha, I ceased to exist.

I understand that there’s nothing I can do to change what nature has predetermined, but in my heart, I cannot help but hope for more. I never intended to attack Bastien, I only wanted to protect Se lene. But what’s done is done, and now I

I am, and I know my chances of defeating him on my own are

Selene as these final thoughts filter through my mind, and even as the rational part of my brain questions the logic, there is

Selene’s POV

on my back, looking up from the sofa while a pair of alpha wolves war above

under way, and I have a terrible feeling that only one man will come out alive. Unfortunately for my friend, the odds of Drake winning are abominably low. Bastien is almost twice Drake’s size in this form, and I’ve seen my mate fight off

claws, their snarls rending the air in two. I’m certain Lila will wake at any moment, and suddenly my only instinct is to reach my pup before the danger can land

nursing a paw marred by a vicious gash. He whines in pain, but continues to fight, seemingly oblivious to the odds against

deciding to escape over the back of the couch, I leap to the other side and dart for the bedroom where my daughter sleeps. I force my way through the door, eyeing

it’s only

half a dozen guards. They launch themselves at the warring wolves

no restraint, attacking my mate’s weak spots without even pausing to let him catch his breath. Bastien fights one wolf after another, throwing them off of him with practiced ease and making

prowess, cooing and preening with every drop of blood he sheds. She loves how power fully he expels his enemies, but she also frets for his safety when more and more guards arrive. What was once six sentries becomes

every guard and sentinel Bastien takes

Bastien is fight ing alone while Drake has an army at his disposal, I never thought Drake would do something with so little integrity.

also com ing to realize how wrong I was about our relationship. Every instinct | possess tells me not to trust the wolf; to protect myself at all costs. Yet my heart