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.

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

so put off. Grigore is about as old as dirt, the idea of anyone as young as Arabella

busy trying to turn the pack against you ever since.” My mate goes on. “but luckily he’s so vile that most

are you talking about?” I scoff, “it didn’t look like anyone was on my

didn’t go anywhere near them 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 shock me to the

Rids Elder Council of

Murderess Arabella Winters Exposed, Alpha’s

Well, Gifts Alpha

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

staring at

got chatty with the press, but I didn’t plant or leak

doesn’t make sense.” I insist. “People hated me

didn’t trust you were strong enough to lead without your wolf

they’re the ones we have to deal with most often. But Selene, they don’t represent average Elysians, you had much more support among the general populace than you

feel like a crazy person. It’s like everywhere I turn I’m met with some new revelation that contradicts everything I thought I knew. It’s confusing and overwhelming and I don’t know how

villain and you a

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

in invitation, but I stay seated with my arms crossed over my chest. “No. I’m not going to let you soothe this away or distract me, Bastien. If I’m going to raise my daughter here,

eyes sparked dangerously when I refused him, but I know I’ve made a mistake when I said “If I’m going

low in his chest, “I’m going to

what?” I bite, “You’ll spank me

and he’d enjoy doing it. Even so, I don’t

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

mate’s words send delicious shivers through my body, and I’m praying that for once in my life he won’t be able to smell

or 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,