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

mine, and my claws dig compulsively into the soft earth. No. I

before we get back

speeding bullet. Aiden struggles to

can’t. With every inch I draw closer to home, the more certain I am that something is very, very

Selene’s POV

pale tracks in thick gray powder. Ash fills my lungs, melding with my bodily fluids to form a foul tasting slime the strained organs continuously expel in

the safe room all day without entertainment or a charger had drained its battery, and my lovesick instincts to call my husband for help rather than the pack emergency line stole

We’re going to die.

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

I never should have allowed her into the cabin. I knew she was up to no good, but some idiotic part

Without his protection I’m helpless, and I stopped being able to count on him

trouble simply by instinct. If Arabella was right and Bastien and I really were supposed to be mates, wouldn’t

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 phone without good

is missing and in danger – and especially not when he believes I’m responsible. He’s already put me under

gone. If I’m being honest, it wasn’t ever true affection: it was pity and obligation cemented by lust. Over time the combination grew to fondness, but the sort of fondness one has for their pets: patronizing

didn’t have a choice. When we met I was frail and traumatized, without a friend in the world or a penny to my name – and bearing no skills to earn any. I needed him to survive. But I should have put a stop to it after I found my feet,

how to stand on my own, and fondness is not love. It doesn’t last.

and hotter every second, and my stomach leaps into my throat. I vomit black bile onto

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

never intended on giving to me, playing with my heart and throwing it away the

rather be with a psychopathic barbie doll than

“You don’t get to reject me.” I slur,

my chest. Black spots smatter my vision, the air around me feeling completely solid. This is it. Woozy heat dulls my thoughts, whirling

not the first time I’ve thought this, but I know

is for my child. My fear is for the pain. However I

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 you can feel your loved ones watching over you so keenly that there is comfort even in the

be with my mother

I’ll finally be safe.

whisper my final thought. “I won’t

Chaite

5 Shets Dead

I untangle the device from the garment, noticing a missed call from Selene and 16 from

agony as an impassable rift rent my heart in two.