Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 92 Vow Renewal

Bastien’s pov

At first I wasn’t sure springing a vow renewal on Selene was a good idea. She doesn’t tend to do well with surprises, but my mother convinced me that this surprise would be well received. It just goes to show you should always listen to your mother when you’ve got one like mine anyway.

Selene is beaming, her blue and violet eyes shining and hair still disheveled from sleep. Sliding her hands around my neck she asks, “Can I kiss you now?”

Sweeping my thumb over an escaped tear, I purr, “You have to answer me first.”

Selene giggles joyfully, “Of course of course I’ll marry you again.”

I don’t wait for her to kiss me, instead swooping in and pulling her from the car. Hitching her up against me, I finally dip my head to join our lips, slanting my mouth over hers and drinking her in. I only intended it to be a quick prelude, a sample of what is to come later. Instead I find myself getting lost in my mate, extracting kiss after kiss from her swollen lips and groaning when her delectable tongue slips into my mouth.

“Come on, you two.” An amused voice sounds behind us, “that’s for after the wedding.”

Turning, I find my mother dressed in an elegant silver gown, watching us with unabashed delight and holding Lila by the hand. My pup is wearing a pristine though I’m sure it won’t stay that way for long white dress with a silky pink sash tied around her waist. She’s twisting left and right so the filming skirts float around her like a bell and grinning up at us.

“Oh Lila!” Selene exclaims, pushing at my chest to signal I should put her down. Of course I don’t. I wait until she turns a little glare on me and give her one last thorough smooch before setting her on her feet, sending her off with a swat to her behind.

Her head whips around when my hand connects, her long dark hair flipping and shining in the moonlight. I think she probably meant to glare again, but she can only smile, eyes twinkling with carnal amusement.

oohs and ahs, “Come here munchkin, let me see this beautiful dress.” She twirls the pup around before scooping her up and kissing her tiny hands, making little nibbling noises as she says, “You look so pretty I could just eat

details on the frock before

of hair from Selene’s eyes, “It won’t be your original gown, but I think I’ve found

Selene murmurs, pressing a kiss to Mom’s cheek, “and you look stunning,

her off as they retreat towards the changing tents we set up earlier, “You know, I

days have passed, my Lila bean just shows

laughter lingers long after they disappear from

Selene

look like a

her story books. My reflection glitters in the long mirror someone managed to cart into the tent. The first time I got married my dress was wispy and ethereal: a gauzy, fragile thing exactly like

threads of pure moonlight. I’ve never seen anything like it. The pearlescent fabric hugs my modest curves, the neckline plunging to my waist and thin straps leaving my back and sides almost completely bare. The skirt billows

dissolve in water and made me feel like a child playing dress up, this one is anything but. The fragile looking straps support the full weight of the garment, belying their appearance with untold strength, and the risque

not waste

pounding as we leave the tent, but it

the petal-strewn pathway at my feet, which winds down to a shaded meadow lined with towering trees. And at the center of it all is a simple stone altar, where my mate now stands looking up at me with the exact awe-struck expression our

my descent with electricity pulsing through my veins. Bastien’s expression has gone from worshipful to ravenous and possessive, then back again at least three times. I can’t take my eyes off

it was always meant to be, I realize. If it hadn’t been for Arabella and Garrick, if there were no Blaise Denizens and no scheming saboteurs, this

I wouldn’t have been forced to live as