Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 157 Selene Eminaces Her Fame

Selene’s POV

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to people recognizing me on the street, as if I’m some sort of celebrity rather than a girl who spent 8 years alone in a basement with no one for company but my trapped wolf. Now it’s impossible for me to go anywhere without being recognized.

Even now as rain falls in sheets around me and I’m bundled up against the crisp chill of the autumn air, walking down the street is a veritable minefeld. Half of the people who stop me merely wish to offer me congratulations on the new baby, but the other half pepper me with questions about Bastien’s whereabouts.

I’ve almost reached the hospital when a reporter catches me, running forward with a microphone and camera crew in tow. “Selene, I’m Katrina Davies from the Evening Standard, do you have a moment to speak with us?”

I can spare a moment,” I agree, unsure of whether this is actually a good idea.

We’ve been debating how to respond to Frederick’s challenge since he issued it yesterday, barely sleeping in the wake of the unfolding disaster. As of yet we still haven’t reached a consensus about what to do, and I’m already going rogue by going to the hospital in the first.

The guys would lose their minds if they knew I plan on confronting Dr. Kane directly – and I’d certainly prefer to avoid the conflict myself but I don’t know what else to do. I can only pray I get through it without having a post-traumatic stress episode, I’m sure the sly wolf would use it as an excuse to hospitalize me again. On the other hand, if I give an interview in front of the hospital, at least people will know where to look for me if I don’t come home tonight.

“First of all, how are you doing?” Katrina asks, holding the microphone out to me, “We’re so pleased to see you out of the hospital.”

“Thank you,” I respond graciously. “I’m happy to report I’m doing much better,” I smile, patting my belly through my wool coat, “And getting fatter by the day,”

that speaking to them might actually help after all. If I can pretend

little one at home, has she warmed up

me that she’d feel better about it if I got her a pony, so at least it’ s helping her develop an enterprising

“is there any word on when he might

honestly, “but I’m afraid I don’t have any news

announces, which all but guarantees she doesn’t have to do anything of the sort. “Do you have any comment about the accusations Dr Kane made against the Alpha yesterday, and

not bothering to hide my frustration. Next to the slimey wolf’s fake persona, hopefully seeing someone with genuine feelings will highlight just how dishonest

say this to any Novan who has met my husband in person,” I begin, choosing my words carefully. “I beg you to think back on those occasions and ask yourself what you yourself thought of him. What did your wolf’s instincts tell you about the man and how did you feel in the moment? Ignore whatever might be getting said in the

Kane is saying all these things purely

“Well let’s just say this. If you want evidence of Dr. Kane’s dedication to this pack’s wellbeing and his apparent concern for me, you might like to know that while I was in the hospital, he treated me by giving me placebos which kept me ill and under his control. He purposefully failed to help a patient in his care because he wanted me within his reach

confirmed that Dr Kane had been making me sick. He risked my life, and the life of the Alpha’s pup, because he knew if I was close by he might have a chance to convince me to give up on

drops, “That’s quite an

shrug. patting my belly again. “You can see how well I appeared in my own press conference, after I’d been under his care for over a week and was supposedly drugged to the hilt. I couldn’t make it ten minutes without getting sick and looked like a walking skeleton. Now, I’m down to three prescriptions with

a horrible thing?” One of the cameramen mutters,

that out.” She remarks, “but he’s

is afraid or upset right now, because I’m honestly feeling exactly the same way. We are living in extremely difficult times.” I feel myself tearing up, and ask to pause the interview. “I’m sorry, can we stop for

is great!” Katrina whispers, before saying more