Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 105 Searching

Selene’s POV

My husband is impossible.

I swear, it’s not even dark out and we’re already in bed. We don’t even have my heat to use as an excuse anymore. That ended days ago, but the way Bastien is acting, you’d think we were a pair of teenagers trapped in a frenzy of hormones. Not that he’s solely to blame, it seems like every time he touches me I dissolve into a puddle.

It may sound like I’m complaining, but I’m just overwhelmed by everything that’s happened over the last few weeks. I’m not the least bit disappointed to have this incredible Alpha lavishing his affection on me, I’m simply at a loss for how to deal with all these changes.

Bastien is wrapped around me like the warmest of blankets, his big body cushioning every inch of me while his lips move over my soft skin. “Goddess, I love you.” He murmurs, nuzzling my neck.

“I love you too.” I whisper, smiling widely. “Even if you don’t listen to me when I try to tell you about my powers.”

Bastien’s warm chuckle vibrates against my skin moments before his fingers flutter over my sides, tickling me mercilessly. Squealing with laughter and writhing in his arms, I try to escape the tortuous touches, but only end up winding myself tighter in his embrace.

“I was listening.” He promises, nibbling my shoulder, “1 simply had other things on my mind.”

“Oh I know what you had on your mind.” I answer wryly, cuddling closer. “But what do you think?”

“I think if even half of what you read is true, then we need to figure out how to help you access that part of yourself.” He claims simply.

“Really?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder and trying to glimpse his rugged face.

“Of course.” Bastien confirms.

“You don’t think it’s…” I start with a shrug. “I don’t know, dangerous or something?”

“I think you need to learn as much as you can,” My mate assesses firmly. “The more able you are to defend yourself, the better.”

“I want to be able to teach Lila, too.” I confide, “when she’s old enough.”

“Mmm.” Bastien purrs in confirmation, “We need to find you a teacher somehow. Someone who knows about these things someone we can trust.”

someone like that?” I ask softly. “I’ve never even heard of any other Volanas, and the people who wrote

is a thousand miles away. “But I can’t see another option. We’ve tried to bring the powers out on our own and it’s not working. We

to face my husband, I tilt my face up for a kiss. My wish is granted almost immediately as his form lips claim mine. Even as I dissolve into the moment, his words ring

my powers on our own, but I can’t forget what Odette said about my inability to see my mate as a threat no matter what he does. I know Bastien

answer is obvious. We don’t need to be attacked to be afraid, we

talking about?” I complain. We were in

almost see my wolf shaking her head. Lila was with us then, we

us to fight if no one is attacking us?

think of one

mate who has already survived our death

and Bastien are precisely why we’ll have to fight, she argues. They need us. Dying isn’t an

insist, at least, not without some sort of

can picture my sleek, white wolf nodding. I think it’s time we pay another visit

Bastien’s POV

small group as if looking for signs of illness or injury, then furrowing their brows when they find none. Reading my grim

falsified DNA tests safely clutched in my fist. When we arrive the lab supervisor does a double take, her eyes going wide when she suddenly finds her Alpha bearing down on

results page on the counter, “What can you tell me

my palm and looking more and more nervous every second. Her dark eyes flit over the results page, before she looks back up at

was run in your labs, and the results have since been proven

drains from the woman’s face. “Alpha, forgive me, this is the first I’m hearing of this.” She stammers, “Can may I

starlight allergy which was recently triggered.” I expiain, “My blood was required

her left, she quickly types in a rapid stream of information, presumably pulling up the electronic records. Gnawing on her

what,

wrong sample was run against your daughter’s.” She hedges. “Intentionally or

edited the results

made after the fact.” She explains. “If I had to guess I’d say the wrong sample was

a thick red haze. “Who ran

the top of the screen, her brow knitting together in confusion, “I don’t… it’s not… this doesn’t make sense.” Her

Donavon asks