Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 167 – Bastien Dreams

Knocking on the door of the bedroom my father assigned Selene, I hear a dull thump and a sudden scampering sound within. Pushing the door open I scan the space, noticing a photo book splayed haphazardly on the bed as if it had been dropped there in hurry, and a pair of abandoned slippers on the floor by the headboard. However, I don’t see hide nor hair of the woman I came to find.

Stepping inside, I call,”Selene?”

Her sweet scent floats to my nose, muddled with a distinct linge of acrid fear. Despite my sympathy for her plight, my sweet mate unwittingly placed a hunt under my nose, and no wolf worth his sall tan resist such a tempting offer. “Come out, come out wherever you are, little woll.”

I hear a muted whimper in the direction of the bed. Furrowing my brow, I realize it had sounded awfully low to the ground, and after a moment I understand. The poor thing was so frightened she’d actually crawled under the bed to hide from me. Slowly striding forward, I close the distance between us, trying to wipe the smile from my face. The last thing she needs is to know how adorable I find her behavior.

Kneeling down at the foot of the bed, I duck my head low enough to see the cowering she wolf. She’s flat on her belly, her eyes wide as dinner plates as she stares back at me, positively trembling with fear. “You going to make me come all the way down there to get you, baby?”

She doesn’t answer, instead sidling closer to the wall and turning her face away from me. Resolved to retrieve her, I lower myself to the ground, at which point I discover that she’s both out of my reach, and I’m too broad to fit into the narrow space myself. Clever little mate.

I could move the bed, but I decide to try and coax her out instead. Mimicking her position, I settle in for a chat. “Okay sweetheart, let’s just talk.” I begin, grinning wolfishly when she looks at me in surprise. “We need to get to know each other if we’re going to be married after all.”

Selene still doesn’t answer, but the scent of her fear isn’t as strong as it was before, so I continue. “You should know that Garrick is dead.” I share, hoping that this information will help her trust me. “He denied everything, but I saw -” my voice trails off as I remember my visit to their house, to the basement he’d used as her prison cell. It was too horrible to contemplate keeping a child down in such desperate conditions for so long. “I saw where he was keeping you, and I found his Wolfsbane supply.”

You‘re under my

of a puppy dog expression when

 again, and I know then that as long as she’s out of reach, she’s never going to trust me. “Of course I will.” I promise, fighting to keep my tone gentle, “but you might have to share it

After all, eight years in a basement had to have acquainted her with all kinds of creepy crawlies, but that could either immunize or hyper sensitize her to them. Luckily for me, it’s the latter. With a terrified squeak she rapidly crawls out of the narrow space, yelping when she hits her head in her rush,

to her so quickly. Unfortunately she’s so frail that it takes very little effort for me to trap her wriggling limbs, “Easy, sweetheart, you’re all right.

whines in protest as I snuggle her to my chest, settling on the edge of her bed and rocking back and forth. “I promise I won’t hurt you, Selene.” I vow, rubbing a soothing hand up and down her spine the same way I might a skittish horse. “That’s it. “Iencourage when

makes one final thrash. A pair of sharp little fangs dig into my arm, and I surprise her with my purr. The innocent she wolf has no idea how badly I want to bite her myselí – or how intimate the gesture is between men and women. We only bite our mates; her instincts clearly

I can be trusted, and she stills completely, pouting but cuddling closer when

press my

asks in a small voice. “Dead and burned.” I

information sit with her for a moment, hoping that it won’t frighten her too much. He wasn’t the first man i’d ever killed. but he was the one I’d found the most pleasure in destroying. “Are we really going to be married?” Selene whispers after

confirm, “Does that

before hesitantly shaking her

know she’s not ready for that yet, so I simply lower

it is for me to lie beside her every night without touching her the way my wolf aches to, her nightmares are so persistent that she’d never