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.”

that?” I ask softly. “I’ve never even heard

can’t see another

mine. Even as I dissolve into the moment, his words ring in my head,

mate as a threat no matter what he does. I know Bastien won’t allow anyone

her contented daze, the answer is obvious. We don’t need

about?” I complain. We were

see my wolf shaking her head. Lila was with us then, we were trying to

expect us to fight if no one

only threats to us. Luna reminds me. In fact I can think of one threat that’s right next door, one we can face without risking

a mate who has already survived our death once. We’re not going to risk killing ourselves and leaving them all alone, just to test

and Bastien are precisely why we’ll have to fight, she argues. They need us. Dying

at least, not without

sleek, white wolf nodding. I think it’s time we pay

Bastien’s POV

looking for signs of illness or injury, then furrowing their brows

the pathology lab, the 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

page on the counter, “What can you tell me

corners, forced to tug it out from beneath my palm and looking more and more nervous every second. Her dark eyes flit over the results page, before she

have been clearer. This test was run in your labs, and the results have since been proven false. So I’m trying to figure out whether

I’m hearing of this.” She

which was

“I see.” Turning to a computer on her left, she quickly types in a rapid stream of information, presumably pulling up the electronic records. Gnawing

means what,

sample was contaminated, or the wrong sample was run against your daughter’s.” She

the results once they

say the wrong sample was run. If you would be willing to provide me

I agree through a thick

brow knitting together in confusion, “I don’t… it’s not… this doesn’t make sense.” Her words are running together in a rapid

wrong?” Donavon