Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

Chapter 29

 

#Chapter 29 Arabella’s Offer

Selene’s POV

Ever since I got pregnant I’ve been sleeping through the night (and in fact, much of the day) without any problem; but tonight! wake closer to dawn than dusk, feeling nothing out of order beyond a heavy weight pressing down the mattress near my hip. I blink and rub my eyes, surprised to discover I can actually see Bastien through the pitch black night.

He’s sitting by my side, his elbows braced on his knees and his head in his hands. He’s stripped off everything but his boxers, every hard ridge and valley of his powerful form exposed to my view. I sit up slowly, unease fluttering in my belly.

“Bastien?” I reach for his shoulder, settling my hand firmly on his warm skin and beginning the tender caresses I already know he needs. “What’s wrong?”

His head turns my way, an oddly hollow look in his usually soulful eyes. “I’m glad you weren’t there tonight.” Bastien tells me roughly, “If this is what it’s going to be like, the more time we spend apart the better.”

I retract my hand abruptly, feeling as if he punched me in the gut rather than speaking. I pull my knees up to my chest, unsure whether I should stay or leave. Bastien doesn’t seem to notice I’m no longer touching him, though I’m not sure he realized I was touching him to begin with.

“I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.” He announces. “This isn’t

it wasn’t supposed to be this way.”

As ever, my eyes betray me, flooding with tears large enough that my husband can smell the salt. He reaches for my hand, his mouth twitches in a grimace, “I’m sorry I put you through this.”

“I’m sorry too.” I sniffle, feeling as if my lungs have collapsed in my chest. “More than you know.”

Bastien’s POV

“What are you thinking so hard about?” Arabella is standing in my doorway, her bleached blonde hair piled on top of her head in a complicated twist. At first I’m confused to see her in the Pack House so late, then my mind jumps to the worst.

“What’s wrong?” I jolt to my feet, “who’s hurt? What’s on fire?”

Arabella greets my cynical panic with a tinkling laugh, “Honestly Bastien, you should write greeting cards.” She teases. “Nothing’s wrong. I came to check on you.”

“Oh.” I breathe, slowly lowering back into my chair and glancing at the clock. “At midnight?”

She flashes her gleaming white teeth. “I was on my way home from the bar and saw your light on.” As quickly as she smiled, she switches to a pout. “You’ve had a really rough few weeks.”

“Yeah,” I agree. “It’s been rough without Dad. I’m sorry I haven’t checked in with you more. How are you doing?”

Arabella has been putting on a strong front since the murder, like she always does, but my father raised her from the time she was a child. I know how much pain she must be in. She shrugs, “I’m keeping my head up.”

you know I’m here if you ever want to talk. Right?” We‘ve only connected a few times since the funeral. For the most part she’s kept her distance, but she’s always

She murmurs, “And you know that goes

you have enough time for that.” I

“Try me,” Arabella offers.

let Selene go and now I’ve subjected her to the pack’s derision and put her in danger from whoever is so determined to bring down the family.” The words pour out of my mouth in

is happening with the

my own ears, too devoid of the emotion eating me alive on the inside. “The enforcers know how the murderer got in, they know a male wolf was responsible, but beyond that?” I shrug, “another couple

sits up indignantly, “So

crime, it’s the time that’s passed since they had a lead, and they’ve never

beyond the initial crime

complains with an odd note in her

state, absentmindedly shuffling the papers on my desk. “But hanging onto cold cases too long prevents

good,” Arabella praises me

just about the only person

land on my shoulders, massaging my tight muscles. “In fact, if you need help – with anything at all – | want you to call me. I’m serious, I want

a bit too slow, a bit too languid to be innocent. Before I met Selene, I always planned on

will go back to the way they once were after Selene leaves. I shrug off her hands. I don’t want

the most help you could be, might be to my mother. She’s really having a hard time. Bizarrely, things going so badly for me seem to have given her a

said, whatever I

say pointedly,

purrs throatily,

Selene’s POV

second time in as many days,

what roused me from sleep. I scan the room and then check in with my body, staring at my belly curiously to see

Used

don’t think I’ll be able to go back to sleep. Instead I slide out from the silky sheets and grab my

Not a sight

.

It’s almost 1:00 AM. Bastien must still be in his office working – that or he’s passed out over the keyboard. With a sleepy groan I shove my feet into a pair of slippers and head down the stairs to

around him – which isn’t a great way to feel in one’s own house. Granted I

one of the sentries pokes his head around the corner, “Is everything

door standing only a few feet away. “Is Bastien still

a little while

finding the will

know I’m not going to find anything I want to see. If anything, I’m going to find only heartbreak. It’s not a surprise exactly, not after the jewelry store, but I

within. Just before I enter the office corridor I hear the door click open. I halt immediately, peering around the corner just in time to see Arabella planting a kiss on Bastien’s cheek as

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