Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 120 Telling Selene

Bastien’s POV

Selene’s silken voice is floating out of Lila’s bedroom in a steady stream, weaving fairy tales from thin air to carry our pup off to sleep. It’s already dark out, the winds of autumn ushering in the night earlier and earlier as we near the equinox, and confusing my young daughter’s internal clock to no end.

Moving to lean in the doorway, I spy my mate stretched out on Lila’s twin bed, our pup snuggled beside her with heavy eyelids. Her little mouth stretches wide with frequent yawns and I know it won’t be long before she passes out completely.

Pure longing consumes me as I watch the beautiful pair: Selene’s gentle hands caressing Lila’s dark hair as she spins her fantasy, the sweet pup’s soft cooing sounds as she’s lulled into dreamland.

I could stand here gazing at them forever. I’m continually astonished at how my love for them continues to grow, even after I’m convinced it could not be any greater. These precious beings disprove that assumption over and over again, and I have no doubt the new baby will do the same.

As painful as the pangs evoked by the thought of leaving them are, this very sight is exactly what I need to send me off on my journey. I will carry this image with me through every day I’m gone as a reminder of what’s truly important, and why I must take this risk.

Sensing my observance, Selene’s head turns toward me, an incandescent smile stretching across her perfect features when she catches me spying. We share a long look before Selene turns back to check on Lila, finding her conked out in deep sleep. Leaning down to kiss my daughter goodnight, I help untangle my mate from the bed, and guide her out of the room.

No sooner has the door closed behind us that I pin Selene against the wall, claiming her full lips in a string of long, luxurious kisses that leave us both breathless. I only intended to steal a few moments of affection, but now that I’ve started I can’t seem to stop. Selene arches into my questing hands, moaning in contentment.

“I love you so much.” I profess fervently, staring deep into her eyes.

“I love you too.” She replies huskily, pressing closer and nibbling my ear. Groaning and growing hard as her small hands slide across my chest, I try to hang on to my sanity. I can’t let myself be distracted from the matter at hand, no matter how pleasant the distraction.

Capturing Selene’s face between my hands, I suggest, “Let’s go for a run.”

“What?” She blinks in surprise, clearly expecting us to engage in a very different activity. “Now?”

I won’t be able to stop myself from making love to her, and

between us, but

run with my gorgeous mate, is that so wrong?” I answer, tugging her towards the door. Looking unconvinced, Selene reluctantly follows,

of the forest we strip off our clothes, shifting into our wolf forms

dense woodland. A thick layer of charcoal clouds is blocking out the waning moon’s

crunching beneath our paws with every step. Playfully nipping at Selene’s heels, we

and sweetened by the presence of our growing pup. Sighing and pillowing my head on her snowy coat, I try

right words, because Selene can already sense something is wrong. What’s going on Bastien? She questions, her lyrical voice chiming in

as if affection might soften the blow of my departure, I explain, This baby changes things, Selene I know. She replies with apprehension, things already

It was bad enough having you and Lila at risk, but now. I can’t put this

Blaise, I announce firmly, hardening myself to her inevitable objections. I have to make you safe. Selene twists around so she can see my face, her blue and violet eyes wide. What

to try whatever I can

even figured out what’s happening in Elysium yet. She

I admit with resignation.

feet, you said you’d be here with me for this pregnancy. You said we’d do

growl, more harshly than intended. When she flinches I try to soften my tone, standing and nuzzling her downy fur. If

how do you possibly plan

I can’t just stand by and let the danger continue

Selene begs, he’ll die before he

challenge him? He’s the most

that. I counter gruffly, But

stop unless we