Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 93 The Honeymoon is Over

Selene’s POV

In the dawning light of early morning, Bastien and l emerge from the forest, dressed in our wedding garb once more. Lila and Aiden are already awake, though the Beta looks like he would rather have slept in. I’m sure the excitement of her first camping trip rendered Lila incapable of staying in bed for a single moment longer than she had to, and her uncle Aiden must have been the weak link among her babysitters.

He’s rubbing his eyes, clearly regretting caving to Lila’s adventurous whims. She’s currently seated beside him in front of the campfire, but she has the squirrelly energy of a pup who’s been told she can’t go play until she finishes her breakfast.

When she sees us, Lila looks askance at our disheveled state. “Mommy you’re dirty.” Her little head tilts to the side as she takes in the sight of my muddy limbs beneath my dress. Bastien isn’t any cleaner, but his suit covers him a hundred times better than my gown. “What were you doing?” ..

Her question makes me flush, less from embarrassment than the heated memories of our wedding night. I can still hear the predatory howls of my mate echoing in my head. I can still feel the wind on my face as I flew through the trees, my pulse racing faster the closer his howls drew.

I didn’t make it easy for Bastien. I evaded him for as long as I could, but he cornered me in a sunken stream bed and pinned me to the ground, refusing to let me up until I surrendered. I went from showing him my furry belly to lying beneath the massive black wolf in my human form, feeling impossibly vulnerable with the vicious beast looming over me.

When I reached for his velvety muzzle Bastien transformed back to a man, though he took me with such raw, animalistic vigor that I wondered just how close to the surface his wolf remained. He ravished me completely, rutting me right there on the ground then up against a tree in the shallow stream on the ground again.

Eventually I had to shift back into my wolf and snarl at him just to give my poor body a break. Thankfully my insatiable husband took mercy on me, at least I thought he had. No sooner had I returned to my human form than Bastien coaxed me into letting him take a look at my tender sex, but I put a stop to his mischief the moment his tongue came out to soothe me” as he put it.

“We were celebrating.” Bastien answers Lila, noting my distraction with a smug smirk.

“That’s one word for it.” Aiden snorts under his breath.

“Celbrating how?” Lila’s pert nose crinkles in confusion, but a moment later her features light up as she arrives at a possible explanation for all the mud, “jumping in puddles?”

“No my love,” I laugh. Jumping in puddles is Lila’s all time favorite pastime. “We let our wolves out to play.”

This announcement sends Lila into a tizzy. She abandons her breakfast and runs up to Bastien, who crouches down to her height and pulls her in for a cuddle before she can ask her question. Lila only indulges him a moment, quickly wriggling free and bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. “Daddy, I want a wolf ride!”

my turn to feel smug. That’ll teach him not to waste all his energy trying to rut

his chin with his thumb

Lila immediately begs, please,

Bastien praises her, straightening up to unbutton his shirt while Lila dances around

Unlike me, he didn’t get to nap through

you regret not sleeping now.” I sing in a told you

challenging brow and drags me up against him, taking my mouth in a demanding kiss. His soft lips are relentless, and his skilled tongue teases my mouth open and thrusts inside with long, sensuous strokes that evoke thoughts of a very different

panting with need, a devilish glint in his

with Aiden by the fire, shoveling pancakes into my mouth and watching the giant wolf I married gallop around the meadow with Lila on his back.

I know they feel the same. Their smiles are every bit as wide as mine, and I wish

Bastien’s POV

I wish this moment

under any other circumstances, I would be delighted to do this for hours. I would be thrilled to be Lila’s pony or lapdog, or anything else she wanted me to be-but Goddess am I tired. Still, I can’t bring myself to put an end to the game

and affection. I have

longer, I slow to a stop, kneeling so she can slide off my

see Aiden standing next to Lila. “I think you’ve

mean?” She

exhausted to move!” My Beta exclaims before adopting a somber tone,

Lila remarks sagely, “but we

friend leans down and takes hold of

tug on the limb. She’s probably pulling with all her might, but it feels about as strong as a light breeze. Aiden, of course, has no intention of dragging me anywhere, instead letting Lila bear the brunt of the task. “Are

offended, and the gentle tugging on my front

the time I hear the pup begin to grunt with the force of her efforts, I open my eyes and