Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 139 Fever Dreams

Selene’s POV

The dream began in a forest I don’t recognize.

The territory seemed familiar enough, tall snow-capped mountains and thick, lush evergreens. Snow covered the ground, and wolf tracks dotted the pristine white surface for as far as the eye could see. Are those my tracks? I wonder dimly, glancing down at my feet. However when I look, I find myself in human form. My pale, bare feet sink into the thick powder, and though my toes curl into the icey substance, I don’t feel any cold.

I’m wearing a long silvery gown, completely unsuitable for being out in these elements. My limbs are exposed to the frigid air, and as flurries of snowflakes fill the air around me, I realize they do not melt when they land on my skin. Something isn’t right. Why can’t I feel anything? Why can’t I tell if it’s night or day. Everything is so surreal and strange, I realize it must be a dream.

However, figuring out I’m unconscious does nothing to rescue me from this strange halfworld, instead the scene around me plays on as if I’ m merely an observer rather than a participant. A young woman is trudging up the mountain on my left, bundled in heavy coats and hauling a duffel bag over her shoulder. Her belly swells with child, poking out of her clothes at a breadth that seems to indicate she’s about halfway through her term.

It’s my mother. Her blue and violet eyes glow from beneath her hood and her blonde hair flutters in whisps around her beautiful face. She walks past me as if she doesn’t see me at all, delicately moaning as she forges through the snow. Behind her trudges a tall, powerful wolf with hair the exact shade of mine. He’s dragging a sleigh full of luggage up the steep slope with a determined expression on his face.

My father.

I know even though I never met the man. Even though I never saw a single photo. He seems terribly familiar, protectively eyeing my mother as she struggles. I have to fight the urge to reach out and touch him. Like my mother, he moves past as if I’m not there at all, instead focusing on the she-wolf ahead. “Enough Corinne, you need to let me take that.” He instructs sternly.

“I’ve got it.” Mom insists stubbornly. “It’s only one bag, you have everything else.”

“You’re already carrying something far more important.” My father insists, closing the distance between them and taking hold of the duffel bag’s strap.

Before he can pluck the bag from her hold, the sound of a howl rises up in the distance, and my parents freeze in terror. No. I think desperately, I know what this is. I don’t want to see this.

“Run!” I tell them urgently, “Go now and you might still make it!”

face in his strong hands. “We knew this might happen, my love.

arms. “It’s not too late,

promised, Corinne.” He reminds her fiercely. “We decided, you and Selene have to make

“please don’t do this, please don’t make me go

head, putting down his foot. “You have to run baby. I’ll buy you some

my powers!” She tries

attention to you!” My father argues, setting his jaw and wearing precisely the same expression Bastien does when he’s made

her cheeks. “It will

father died on the way, but I didn’t know he sacrificed himself this way. It’s a thousand times

with emotion. “You’ll have Selene, I’ll live on through her. As long as you’re together, you will always have a

My mother begs. “Please come

on this adventure with you.” Kissing her deeply and hugging her one last time, he murmurs, “Take care of my mate, and tell

She sobs.

on her lips then turns and shifts into his wolf form, charging away down the

directions, my father running to meet his death, my mother racing to save our lives. I always knew they loved each other, but now that I have a mate of my own I understand just how terrible their sacrifice truly was. I crumple to my knees

and the odd half lit world shifts to one of total darkness. My keen wolf eyes can see the huddled form of a young pup pressed against the rockface, and at first I think

to try and fight for myself. I didn’t know I had any powers, or that

next. After hours and hours alone in the horrible maze

like a god. Already tall and more muscular than most fully grown men, he strode through the darkness at a leisurely pace, demonstrating the lethal grace of

He greeted me warmly, careful not to

I ran in here to get away,

was making fun of you?” He asked, sitting down