Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 198As long as I live, I‘ll never forget the sight of Bastien killing Blaise, or the strange sense of relief to watch another being‘s life snuff out so brutally. Under any other circumstances | might be horrified, but now there is only the eerie sensation of all my fear evaporating at once. It almost happens too fast, ricocheting me back and forth between such extremes of emotion that my brain needs to shut down in order to cope I actually black out for a few moments, the world going as dark as my shadows as I try to process what has just hap pened. Luckily I‘m not alone. My father is by my side anchor ing me to reality, and before long my mate is there too.

Of course I didn‘t see it happen; one moment Bastien was shaking Blaise like a ragdoll, the next he‘s in front of me. He‘s back in human form, bloody, bruised and naked as the day he was born. I can barely comprehend that it‘s over, that the dan ger has really passed. Still, my wolf is rejoicing as Bastien takes my face in his powerful, blood–stained hands, “Are you okay?” He asks me urgently, looking me over from head to toe. “Are you hurt?”

Trun my palms over the torn skin of his chest, not yet con vinced this is real. “Selene, talk to me.” Bastien begs, glancing at Helene‘s fallen body.

Staring up at his rugged features, I feel my limbs begin to tremble. “Am I dreaming?”

The tension seeps out of Bastien like air from a punctured balloon, and the next thing I know I‘m wrapped up in his warmth. “No little wolf. You‘re not dreaming.” He murmurs against my skin, trailing tender kisses over my hair as he strokes and pets me in soothing patterns. “It‘s over. It‘s all over.”

“Helene,” | manage to sob, fisting my hands against his back, “And Frederic…”

“I know, baby.” He croons, “I’m so sorry.”

Behind us, I can hear Blaise‘s former guards muttering, all the while Grayson and Matthew limp over to us. “You must be Selene.” Grayson says by way of greeting.

I start to pull back to greet him, but Bastien won‘t let me go. He keeps his arms locked around me tightly, so I simply turn my head towards the Calypso wolves and nod hello. “That‘s right.” | confirm. “Thank you so much for helping us.”

“If anyone is owed thanks, it‘s your mate.” Matthew an swers, patting Bastien on the back, “He saved an entire city today.”

and the city is far from safe. You two have

nails tucked between their legs, clearly showing their respect for the new leaders. Grayson and Matthew scan their ranks, “You sure you don‘t want to stick around

get healthy again you‘ll have

forth between his former cellmates. Someone answers him, but I don‘t actually hear the response, I‘m too amazed by the thought that just went through my head: My father. My father is alive and standing next to

with Bastien. He seems uncertain at first, but Bastien welcomes him easily,

few long mo ments before pulling away. The men go on talking about all the things that have to happen now, all the steps to transition the government, but I‘m not hearing any of it, I‘m simply float ing in Bastien‘s arms. I feel as though I‘m on cloud nine, finally able to relax for the first time since

as if he doesn‘t trust that I‘m actually okay and needs to feel for himself. As if the pups growing in my belly sense their father‘s presence, a tiny foot kicks the

at me

a storm of chaos and can‘t simply walk away from it, I want nothing more than to be along with my mate to make sure he‘s actually un harmed. By the way he‘s continuing to paw me,

really having twins? I thought maybe Blaise

confirm, offering him

my feet off the ground and is spinning me through the air, apparently forget ting how delicate my stomach is in his excitement. “Woah, woah, woah!” | protect, gripping

me down, brushing the hair from my eyes. “I‘m sorry,

to really think about it,” I admit, pressing a steadying hand to my dizzy brain, “I wasn‘t sure I‘d actually get to

pulling me close again, “T m so so sorry I put you in

our audience inching away out of the corner of my eyes. Clearly they can sense things are getting personal and have to

me ominously, sending

you mad?” I squeak, peeking up