Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

#Chapter 34 | reject you, Bastien!

Selene’s POV

My body crashes into the door with a dull thump, and I bounce away from the wood for the dozenth time. If I ever get out of this tinderbox, I’m sure I will have bruises all down my sides- but getting out is seeming less and less likely.

I did not waste a single moment after Arabella locked me in the closet, immediately beginning to scream and yank at the immovable door knob. When that didn’t work I tried climbing the shelves to reach the vent in the ceiling, but they collapsed beneath my weight and built a veritable pyre of linen on the closet floor,

At least when the fire reaches me I’ll go fast.

A sob wrenches from my throat, true terror enveloping me as the reality of my circumstances set in. When Arabella first struck the match, I thought only of what I must do to escape. I did not let myself dwell on what would happen if I failed. I did not contemplate the agony awaiting me.

I throw myself into the door again and again, the prospect of burning to death riddling my body with panic and adrenaline. As smoke slips beneath the crack in the door and clogs the air around me, I remember my phone, yanking it from my pocket with shaking fingers.

I fumble for the touch keys, my lungs already burning with acrid smog. Bastien’s number flies from my fingers on auto-pilot, and I strain to hear the tinny ringing over the rising whirr of flames. The temperature is rising every second, and blazing orange light now shines through every crack in the door.

“Pick up, pick up, pick up!” I beg as prayers race through my mind. Please, I implore the Goddess internally, Do whatever you want with me, but please don’t do this to my baby. Please don’t take it too.

The line rings and rings, chiming in my ear like a relentless death knell. Please Bastien!” I shout into the roaring inferno. “I need

you!”

Bastien’s POV

The moon and stars have disappeared behind black clouds, as if the Goddess can hear my grim thoughts and is reordering creation to match them. Aiden still sits beside me, a hulking gray wolf gazing longingly into the trees, hoping for signs of prey.

Ambient light from the city radiates a golden halo over the ridge at our backs, but the wild mountains before us lie in full shadow. I howl into the darkness, channeling every ounce of my rage and frustration into the call.

My dread only increases as the minutes tick by. I agreed to rest before setting back to Elysium, caving to Aiden’s nagging if only to make the lecture stop. However being away from the pack when so much chaos reigns makes my skin crawl.

A knot has been lodged in the pit of my stomach since I first heard Arabella was missing, but since we’ve been out here, the knot has expanded to a wrecking ball. I try to tell myself it’s only my anxiety spinning out of control. If anything new had developed, my men would have notified me – our mental link can travel any distance.

Mom and Selene are safe with my sentries and Donovan is overseeing the enforcers searching for Arabella; everyone is accounted for. I would know if something was wrong.

So why do I feel such a horrible sense of foreboding? I roll my neck, stretching my restless muscles and shaking out my fur. Perhaps my instincts are trying to alert me to something already happening, but a crisis yet to come.

I want to go back. I relay to Aiden.

He answers. You’ve got to

me as his thoughts travel to mine, and my claws

get back to the

trees like a speeding bullet. Aiden struggles to keep up. yelling after me

draw closer to home, the

Selene’s POV

powder. Ash fills my lungs, melding with my bodily fluids to form a foul tasting slime the strained organs continuously

entertainment or a charger had drained its battery, and my lovesick instincts to call my husband for help rather than

We’re going to die.

life within. “I’m sorry.” I weep, clutching the spot

good, but some idiotic part of me thought I could talk her down. After all, what else was supposed to

his protection I’m helpless, and I stopped being able to count on him

by instinct. If Arabella was right and Bastien and I really were supposed to

has the device glued to his side because of the “kidnapping,” and every time I’ve called him recently it’s been because something was wrong. Shouldn’t he know by now that I don’t pick up the

danger – and especially not when he believes I’m responsible. He’s already put me under house arrest, for all I know he’s currently making arrangements

true affection: it was pity and obligation cemented by lust. Over time the combination

penny to my name – and bearing no skills to earn any. I needed him to survive. But I

my own, and fondness

pours off my body in heavy torrents, and I’m actually beginning to hope dehydration might take me out before the flames can breach the door. The room grows hotter and hotter every second, and my stomach leaps into my throat. I vomit black bile onto the pile of

I howl the way Luna used to before Garrick stole her from me. “Goddess damn you, Bastien!” I cry, “All

He made me believe in a future he never intended on giving to me, playing with my heart and throwing it away the moment

going to die because he’d rather be with a psychopathic

Igasp deliriously. “You don’t get to reject me.” I slur, “I reject you, Bastien! Do you hear me?”

slide down the wall until my bottom connects with the floor, hugging my legs to my chest. Black spots smatter my vision, the air around me feeling completely solid. This is it. Woozy heat dulls my thoughts, whirling them through my scattered mind in a

time I’ve thought this, but I know this time it’s

child. My fear is for the pain. However

seen glimpses. When the Goddess ushers in the dark half of the year on All Souls Night, the veil between worlds becomes so thin that you can almost see across. On those nights

with my mother

I’ll finally be safe.

I whisper my final thought. “I

Chaite

5 Shets Dead

in my jacket pocket. I untangle the device from the garment, noticing a missed

to feel on the cliffside had transformed suddenly and horrifically into a riot of agony as an impassable rift rent my heart in two. Something deep in my bones told me that