Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 91 Coming Home

Selene’s pov

Leaving Asphodel is harder than I imagined. I’ve been homesick for Elysium ever since I left, but I have so many fond memories here. This is where Lila took her first steps and said her first words, this is where her young life began.

Bastien seems to sense my sadness, he’s been hovering over me all morning in the agitated way men do when they’re faced with a problem they don’t know how to solve. I think he feels guilty for putting his foot down about the move, but not guilty enough to delay it. I suppose prolonging the ordeal would only make things worse anyway.

Lila is actually taking this better than anyone, though I don’t know how long that’s going to last. She’s been running around the docks while the men pack the boat, saying goodbye to all the fish and manatees, hugging her favorite buildings and even attempting to crawl into the mangroves to kiss them farewell. I almost fell into the canal pulling her back, which would have been the perfect end to a very stressful week.

Though it was probably foolish of me to live in a city like this without learning to swim, I’ve never been able to get over my fear of drowning. Not since I fell into the pool the night Drake and I met. With much cajoling and even a few tears, the Eros Alpha convinced me to let him teach Lila, but I was never able to get back in the water myself.

At least that will be one less thing to worry about in Elysium. I can trade my concerns about dying in a watery grave for ones about Blaise Denizen and faceless enemies lurking in the shadows. How lucky am I?

Bastien loops his big arm around my shoulders when all of my belongings are finally stowed in the hull of our chartered ferry, “It’s time, baby.”

Clamping my eyes shut to try and ward off the inevitable tears, I nod. “Come on Lila bean,” I say, bundling her into my arms, and taking comfort in her pure scent. “It’s time for a new adventure.”

I can only pray it’s less eventful than our last one.

Bastien’s pov

like an absolute

want to rake myself over hot coals. I hate knowing I’m the one who put that pained expression on her face, and even worse is knowing there’s not

imagine it feels very different to talk about leaving, than it does to actually watch the only home you’ve ever known fade into the distance, especially at such a young age. Axel whines as Lila’s lower lip begins to

promises, trying to sound composed. Tucking her more securely under my arm,

Lila asks

strain in my mate’s voice,”it’s going to be a while before we can visit, but you’re going to love Elysium.” She says, redirecting the pup’s train of thought. There are forests as far

live with Daddy?”

answer for Selene, leaning down to kiss my daughter’s nose. “We’re all going to live together and be very happy.” Internally I’m keeping my fingers crossed, desperately hoping that this is a promise I’ll be able

I’m determined to make things better for her this time. I won’t stand for anyone making her life difficult. I’m still haunted by her words in the hospital: those hopeless questions about why she’s experienced so much hardship, her

mate home. The house hasn’t been the same since Selene left and I never thought I would see her again, let alone live

the least of which is getting away from this strange floating city. I don’t know how the Eros wolves can be so happy surrounded by water. I don’t feel right unless I’m in the mountains, and it

leaving for more than a few days, even though I know the council has been taking care of things in my stead. I would have heard if anything was going wrong at home, but I’ll still feel better once I’m back

the forged DNA tests; answers about how my mate survived Arabella’s fire; how her death was faked without her knowledge. Neutralizing the threat Blaise Denizen poses is my number one priority, but none of the things that have gone wrong these last few years have been his doing. From the day my father was

Selene

from everything that has happened in the last few weeks. There were a couple of tears when we finally

watching her take in the world whirring past the windows, but her mid-afternoon nap put an end to that. Before I knew it I was falling asleep too, dozing to the soft music emanating from

try and figure out what disturbed my slumber, my

is standing in the open passenger door, looking impossibly handsome. “Poor baby.”