Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 84 Changing Plans

It’s over.

Bastien marked Selene. He knows the pup is his.

All my best plans, all the money and resources I wasted, all the trouble I’ve gone to in order to keep them apart: it has all been for nothing. Bastien is going to bring this mate and pup back to Elysium, and he’ll be stronger than ever. He’ll have no distractions, no depression or grief to weaken his spirit. If anything he’ll have more of a reason to fight. He has something to protect now.

To top it all off Arabella has fled to the Calypso pack, leaving me completely high and dry. My only remaining ally is my mother, and she’s more of a figurehead than anything else. When Uncle Gabriel killed my father she instigated the plot, determined for our family to have revenge and to see me take my rightful position as Alpha.

She sent me to the best schools, found shifters to train me in one on one combat and battle strategy; she gave me all the tools needed to succeed. She even set me on track to get a job that would permanently put me in Durand’s orbit.

As far as she was concerned, her part concluded when my education was complete. She made it my responsibility to design the plot and find allies, then set me loose. Of course, the further downhill things roll, the more vocal she becomes. She hasn’t set foot back in Nova territory since the day of the revolt, but she’s got a powerful influence even at a distance.

Sometimes I think my mother is the one who should have planned Dad’s insurrection. She’s cunning and ruthless in a way I can never be. She wants me to put things right and kill Selene and Lila. “Like I should have from the beginning.” She says.

She insists it’s the only way, but I can’t do it. I might have been able to once, but I already lost that fight when I saved Selene from the fire. I don’t care much about Bastien’s brat, but I can’t even bring myself to do away with her, because of the pain it would cause Selene.

I’ve always seen a kindred spirit in Selene, only she’s a thousand times stronger than I am. I lost my father and my birthright, she lost her freedom and her wolf. She suffered for so many years, and I felt for her even before I met her and what a mistake that was.

As soon as I saw her, and saw how miserable she was with Bastien, I was a goner. Despite my promises to Arabella, I even started thinking about taking Selene as my wife when I finally got rid of Bastien. The blonde would have thrown a tantrum beyond all reason, but by then I’d be Alpha it wouldn’t matter what she wanted.

having Arabella out of the picture actually makes my future plans for Selene easier. I just have to

them, one way or another. I don’t want Selene in the line of fire, and the worse their relationship suffers, the weaker Bastien becomes. Mother is threatening to come take matters into her own hands if I don’t get things under control within

The clock is ticking.

Selene’s Pov

up the stairs in front of Bastien and I, her tiny legs propelling her forward at a snail’s pace not that we mind. We’re finally home.

the familiar space and away from all the stress of the last weeks. The hospital released us early this morning, and we

across my shoulder, and he’s whispering in my ear as I unlock the door, “I hope you’re feeling rejuvenated little wolf, because it’s been almost two days since I last had you and my wolf is

every bit as eager as he is. Though Lila’s kidnapping and poisoning completely distracted me, my body was still awash with the tortuous hormones and impulses of my heat. Now that the danger has passed and I’m no longer exhausted to the

fight about Lila’s paternity. Right now we’re still reveling in the joy of health and security, I want to

you propose we get a moment alone?” I murmur back, nodding toward our pup, who is currently zooming around the

grin, nibbling on my earlobe as he points out, “in case you hadn’t noticed, it’s almost nine o’clock. That means

and surreal it was to become a mother to actually think of myself as a mommy. It fills me with joy to see Bastien experiencing the same wonder

sneaking

doesn’t look

even have all my clothes off before

up against my mate while he kisses and licks his mark, all the while making delightful growly sounds, I try to respond naturally. “I’m sorry

doesn’t do any good, he pauses his affections but he doesn’t allow me to put even an inch of space between us. His head raises to study the tiny

full on pout, and her eyes go big and wide,