Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 96 Headlines

Selene’s POV

The day after we arrive home, Bastien is stuck in meetings from dawn to dusk. He barely made it home in time to read Lila her bedtime story, and when he emerges from her room half an hour later, he looks absolutely exhausted.

I’m waiting in the kitchen with a tumbler of scotch, but Bastien bypasses the alcohol completely and wraps his big body around me like a blanket. Burying his head in the curve of my neck, he pulls my hair out of its pins so that it falls around him in a chocolate cascade.

“What happened?” I murmur, brushing my fingers through his thick hair.

He inhales deeply, breathing in my scent and sighing with relief, before raising his head. There are dark circles under his eyes, but those molten irises are as sharp as ever when he studies my lips and moves in for a long, luxurious kiss.

When he’s had his fill, he tucks my head under his chin and clutches me to his chest. “Nothing bad.” He shares, though in this position I can’t see his face. “It was just a really long day.”

“What did the elder council say?” I inquire, not wanting to bombard him with questions but incredibly anxious after what happened yesterday. It seemed bad enough that the city was rallying against me, the last thing we need is for them to turn

against Bastien and somehow I imagine strangling the Chief Elder isn’t going to earn him any brownie points.

“Believe it or not, Grigore wasn’t exactly popular with his colleagues or the people.” Bastien explains, referring to the man by his given name now that he’s been stripped of his position.

“Oh I believe it,” I snort.

Finally setting me away from him, Bastien retrieves the glass of scotch, as well as the freshly microwaved plate of leftovers ! prepared for him while he was reading to Lila.

“Apparently Arabella was working her charms on him for a while before she left, and our little welcoming committee yesterday was the result of his outrage over her exile.” He continues, moving to the dining room table.

“Working her charms?” I repeat, following him with a glass of wine in hand.

the extent and frankly I don’t want to.” Bastien

I understand why he seems so put off. Grigore is about as old as dirt, the idea of anyone as young as Arabella “charming”

you ever since.” My mate goes on. “but luckily

didn’t look like anyone was on

this morning because I was convinced they would be nothing but horrid. Now my husband drops three different daily chronicles in front of me, all boasting headlines that

Elder

Arabella Winters Exposed, Alpha’s

Well, Gifts Alpha with

because they were curious after all the gossip. It wasn’t an angry mob, just

breathe, staring

the elders got chatty with the press, but I

sense.” I insist.

your wolf but that wasn’t

the most powerful people in the city are also the most entitled and shallow, and they’re the ones we have to deal with most

this information. In all honesty, I’m starting to feel like a crazy person. It’s like everywhere I turn I’m met with

Arabella made herself a villain and

all this?” My hands are fidgeting in my lap, and Luna is becoming increasingly agitated. “I mean it’s easy for you to say all that, but I know how I was treated when we started out. It’s not like it was all in my head: I got pushed into pools and stalked, it wasn’t just mean

crossed over my chest. “No. I’m not going to let you soothe this

but I know I’ve made a mistake when I said

chest, “I’m going to count

I bite,

tells me he absolutely would, and he’d enjoy doing it. Even so, I don’t actually get out of

I stalk around the table and sulkily settle in his lap, Bastien purrs and rubs his huge hand deliberately over the

body, and I’m praying that for once in my life he won’t be able to smell my arousal. But

contradict what you experienced. I’m trying to tell you that I think you were right when you said you lived in a bubble here, and unfortunately that bubble wasn’t just my protection, it was a bubble of