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.”

going to find someone like that?” I ask softly. “I’ve never even heard of any other Volanas,

mind is a thousand miles away. “But I can’t see another option. We’ve tried to bring the powers out on

is granted almost immediately as his form lips claim mine. Even as I dissolve into the

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 won’t allow anyone else to attack me,

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

you talking about?” I complain. We were in danger with Martin and

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

do you expect us to fight if no one is attacking us? I

In fact I can think of one threat that’s right next door, one we can face without risking harm to

that’s insane. We have a child, and a mate who has already survived our death once. We’re not going to risk killing ourselves and leaving them

you see? Luna implores. Lila and Bastien are precisely why we’ll have to fight,

at least, not

white wolf nodding. I think it’s time

Bastien’s POV

through the front doors of Elysium Memorial Hospital with Aiden and Donovan, doctors and nurses scanning our small group as if looking for signs of illness or injury, then furrowing their brows when they find none. Reading my grim expression and determined stride, most drop their gazes once they realize we aren’t here for an

fist. When we arrive the lab supervisor does a

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

and more nervous every second. Her dark

narrow to slits, “Perhaps I should have been clearer. This test was run in your labs, and the results have since been proven false. So I’m

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

they’re false because my daughter has a starlight allergy which was recently

rapid stream of information, presumably pulling up the electronic records. Gnawing on her lip as she reads

what, exactly?”

the wrong sample was run against your

edited the results once they were

She explains. “If I had to guess I’d say the wrong sample was run. If you would be willing

thick red haze. “Who ran the

“I don’t… it’s not… this doesn’t make sense.” Her words

wrong?” Donavon asks