Pregnant And Rejected

Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate Chapter 200 Honooming

Selene

“Why do you have that look on your face?” I ask Bastien, suspiciously eyeing his tense expression as he guides our car through the winding mountain roads.

My father is in the back seat napping, and another vehicle follows behind us, transporting Helene and Frederic’s coffins. It’s both grim and comforting to be returning home under such circumstances, and I know Bastien is feeling as conflict ed as I am about feeling so happy when our journey cost us so much. Still, I don’t think that’s what’s bothering him – but something clearly is. “Are you worried about how the pack is going to receive you?”

“No.” Bastien sighs, anxiously rubbing the back of his neck.

“Then what?” | press, wanting to comfort him the same way he’s comforted me over the last few days. After the initial elation about surviving wore off, a thousand distraught feel ings closed in around me, threatening to pull me under. Nightmares about Blaise, guilt about Helene and Frederic, sorrow about their losses and anxiety about the babies – my pregnancy hormones didn’t help, but Bastien was there for every last unpleasant and unwelcome feeling I faced.

At first I think Bastien is going to ignore my question, but eventually he sneaks a glance my way out of the corner of his eye. “It’s Lila.” He finally admits.

Of all the potential explanations, this is the last one I was expecting. “What about Lila?”

“It’s stupid.” Bastien says, attempting to brush off his wor ries.

“Come on, just tell me.” I encourage. “There are no stupid worries when it comes to being a parent.”

Again it takes what seems like an age for Bastien to find his words, but gradually he opens up, “She only knew me for a few months before I left.” He says softly. “What if… what if she doesn’t remember me, or want me back?”

“Bastien, she’s been asking for you every day.” | share, “She was doing it before I left and Drake says the only thing that changed after is that now she’s been asking for both of

us.”

For a second, Bastien looks relieved but then his face falls, “Why doesn’t that make me feel better?” He questions solemnly.

“Because having a pup is like taking your heart outside of your body.” I reason, unable to stop my lips from quirking up ward as I continue. “And instilling it in a tiny illogical munchkin with the power to light up your entire world while also driving you slowly insane. We both want her to miss us, but feel guilty that she was hurting while we were away.” I explain, “I feel the same way.”

more.” Bastien murmurs, downsizing mildly terrified to feel three times the stress, anxi

what he’s thinking, “and if you thought Lila was re luctant to accept the idea

it’s really not a

I can’t wait to see

to meet her.” My

half because I simply can’t help myself every time I say that word. Twenty five years and I fi nally get to

asks, clearly antsy being confined in such a small space for so long, so

us, so that we wouldn’t have to go all the way to the

you what to expect?” James asks Bastien, “from the sounds of it things were pretty contentious when Selene

to smooth things over with the back in anticipation of our return, but I think we’re in for a difficult few months.” Bastien shares, glancing

his big paw, I give it a squeeze. “We’ll be okay.” I promise, “after what we just went through we can handle anything

even joke about that.” Bastien scolds. “You and I are done with excitement, little

adventures.”

hand another squeeze, “besides there’s no better

shortly after that the city comes into view. The closer we draw the more excited I be come, practically bouncing up and down in my seat, I’m so ea ger to see

house just before sunset, and within moments our family both real and adoptive come pouring out the front door. Odette, Aiden, Donovan, Drake, and Sophie all come racing out to greet us, and as thrilled as I am to see them, there’s only one person I really

endless stream of warm hugs, but I’m already looking around for my pup, wondering why she’s not with

flying down the stairs, both warning her to be careful despite the fact that we both want her in our arms as soon as possi ble. I’m crying by the

I realize I’m not the only one crying. Lila is sobbing into

long!” Lila wails, “and

little one,” Bastien tells her huskily, “I’m so

balancing between our bodies, one arm around my neck, and one

didn’t want to, angel.” I assure her, “I’m

again.” Bastien vows, stroking

fat I am. About an hour after we arrive, Lila finally