Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 115 Odette Sees a Ghost

Odette’s POV

“Woah! Slow down little one,” I call as Lila races down a steep hill. We’re in the park for our daily tea-time, which we agreed should always be a picnic on sunny days. While I’m laying out the blanket and unpacking the basket, my granddaughter is racing around the grassy meadow, burning off all her youthful energy. I don’t mind her tiring herself out, but i’d also prefer to return Selene’s pup to her in one piece.

My daughter-in-law has gone to look into buying the Full Moon Cafe, the city’s most popular bistro. Everyone knew the owners were getting on in years, but it was still a shock when the restaurant went up for sale last week. Devoted patrons across Elysium immediately went up in arms, arguing about who should take over and ensuring the beloved menu is carried over to the new owners.

It just so happens that Selene has been trying to figure out what to do with her spare time here and greatly misses the cafe she had in Asphodel, so it seems fortuitous she should take over. There is a small chance the owners won’t want to sell to her, but I think it’s more likely they’ll jump at the chance. Selene is the richest woman in the city, and she’ll take the responsibility seriously. When Selene is finished with her meeting she’ll join us for tea, but until then I get to soak up some one-on-one time with Lila.

“Gamma watch me!” Lila exclaims, doing a somersault and grinning with pride.

*Very nice,” I praise warmly, extending my arms to her. “Now come here rolly polly, don’t you want some sandwiches?”

The tiny wolf toddles over happily, “With cucumbs?!

“Yes with cucumbers,” I answer, carefully pronouncing the word so it will sink into her beautiful little head. Until two weeks ago my granddaughter had never heard of a tea sandwich, now they’re all she wants to eat, but she hasn’t quite figured out the pronunciations yet.

For a while we eat and chat in ease, me telling stories about when Bastien was little, and Lila giggling in delight over her fathers exploits. Part of me worries about putting ideas in her head, but then again, it would serve Bastien right to experience some of the chaos he put me through as a boy.

“Daddy really paint da cat?” Lila chirps happily.

“He did.” I confirm. “Bright blue the poor thing wouldn’t go near him for weeks afterwards.”

“What was deir name?” She asks curiously.

“Mr Whisk” I begin, only to be interrupted a moment later.

“Gamma, wha’s dat?” Lila asks suddenly, pointing across the park to a group of people gathered around a street performer.

the crowd. “He’s playing a violin, do you know. My voice dies in my throat. There, just off to the side of the

can’t be.” I mutter under my breath. It’s been years since I saw Odile, but she looks exactly the same. She’s dressed in all black, as if she’s still

possible. My wolf says, She was

there’s no mistake. I counter. I would know Odile anywhere. It’s not just her appearance, it’s the way she holds herself her posture and way of moving. I’ve never met another woman who could appear simultaneously rigid and fluid all at once. It’s as if she’s made of pure stone, so impossibly still when standing in place, but

the next thing I

staring up at me in concern, and offer my granddaughter a soft smile. “Nothing sweet girl,”

with a tea sandwich clasped in each plump hand, settling in and making it clear she has no intention of moving. Stroking her hair while she takes alternating nibbles of her lunch first the sandwich in her right hand, then the one in her left and

Odile is gone.

distinguished widow is nowhere in sight, but I’m certain it was her. I may be aging, my mind is as sharp as ever and if there was ever a face I will never forget,

so comfy that you’re not even going to come say hello

sending us all into a fit

fickle little thing.” I

and kisses her daughter’s hair, “Not fickle.” She reasons warmly,

at the pup, “when Bastien was little I could never get him to sit still. But give this one a snuggle and she’ll be

through my smile. She cocks her head to the side

in understanding, and I change the subject,

even hard to believe she’s the same guarded woman I met two months ago in Asphodel. Marriage and motherhood agree with her, and now that she has her wolf back and her powers

Selene explains, “But

you’ll be needing someone to wrangle this

don’t worry, we can find a nanny if you don’t want

my dead body.” I growl, prompting

to brush a

Bastien’s POV

wrong the moment my mother walks into my study. She’s pale and gaunt, as if she’s seen a ghost. I’m on my feet instantly. “Mom, what’s

me off. “It’s…”

repeat

her in the park. It was at a distance, but I’m sure it was