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.”

never even heard of any other Volanas, and the people who wrote those history books have been dead for

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

is granted almost immediately as his form lips claim mine. Even as I dissolve into the moment, his words ring in my head, echoing through my thoughts as if holding

my inability to see my mate as a threat no matter

is obvious. We don’t need to be

I complain. We were

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

to fight if no one

In fact I can think of

I know exactly what she means, Luna, 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

why we’ll have to fight, she argues. They need

least, not without

can picture my sleek, white wolf nodding. I think it’s time

Bastien’s POV

or injury, then furrowing their

the lab supervisor does a double take,

“What can you tell me about this?” I

reaching for the page, she eventually latches onto the corners, forced to tug it out from beneath my palm and looking more and more nervous every

“Perhaps I should 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 your staff is simply incompetant,

I’m hearing of this.” She

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

a computer on her left, she quickly types in a rapid stream of information, presumably pulling up the electronic records. Gnawing on her lip as she reads the results, she glances at me uncertainly. “Everything in the system matches

means what, exactly?”

sample was run against your daughter’s.” She hedges.

have edited the results once they were

the fact.” She explains. “If I had to guess I’d say the wrong sample was run. If you would be willing to provide me another, I could confirm

agree through a thick

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

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