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 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

and I know my chances of defeating him on my own are laughable, but if

filter through my mind, and even as the rational part of my brain

Selene’s POV

a pair of alpha wolves war above me. I can’t imagine what Drake was thinking when he decided to attack Bastien, especially not when I was standing between them, but his motives

to Drake’s assault as any wolf would, by shifting and meeting him head on. The fight is already 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 half a dozen formidable opponents without so much as breaking a

is to reach my pup before the

splatters on the floor in front of me, and I look up in abject horror to find Drake nursing a paw marred by a vicious gash. He whines in pain, but continues to fight, seemingly oblivious

side and dart for the bedroom where my daughter sleeps. I force my way through the door, eyeing the narrow mattress

battling men. I know it’s

the doorway, flanked by half a dozen guards. They launch themselves at the warring wolves at once,

tidal wave of fire and fury, They show 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 me wonder if there is any pack on

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 ten, and the tactics Bastien once used to repel

calls to his aid. For every guard and sentinel Bastien

an army at his disposal, I never thought Drake would do something with so little integrity. I understood

which transpired between Bastien and I. My heart still feels hollow and broken, yet I’m 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 also aches for my mate. I want to believe Bastien, I want to be lieve he loves me, that we could truly build a life