Pregnant And Rejected By My Alpha Mate By Caroline Above Chapter 5
Chapter 5 Three-year Marriage Contract
Selene’s POV
“What are you talking about,” I’m out of the bed, edging toward the door. “You want me to marry
Bastien ?”
Gabriel, not the least bit fooled by my furtive movements, blocks my path. “You need protection, Selene
Not only from ise but from any wolf who might seek to take advantage. Without your own wolf you
are vulnerable and defenseless.” His soothing tone has a core of steel. “I will not fail your mother again.
Bastien is the only man I trust to keep you safe, who I know without doubt will honor my wishes long
after I’m gone.”
“But”
“And it’s not only safety.” He presses on. You’ve been in captivity through the most important formative
years in your life. You’ ve had no education, no socialization. Your knowledge of the world is that of a
child.”
He gestures toward my skittish movements, “And forgive me, but you are clearly not prepared to rejoin
the pack as you are if I let you walk out that door right now, what would you do, where would you go?”
My throat begins to itch as I consider the Alpha’s question What would I do? Go back to Garrick’s
house? Try to find a job despite the fact that I have no skills whatsoever? Would I be able to survive in
the city when the very sight of strangers sends me into a full on panic?
Gabriel’s authoritative bearing softens when he sees my lower lip begin to tremble. “You need help,
Selene. You may not need it forever, but you cannot do this alone. You went to Bastien for protection
from Donavon and me today. Despite everything that’s happened you trust him. I believe he is the one
to help you find your way”
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I think about Bastien, who rescued me so many years ago and stole my young heart. “Does he know?”
I exhale shakily, ‘That you’ re nning this?”
“Yes,” The Alpha responds simply. “He knows.”
If someone had told me as a child that Bastien Durand would one day be my husband, I would have
burst with happiness. Now I don’t know what to think. The future terrifies me, but of all the possibilities,
Bastien frightens me least.
I lower my eyes from Gabriel’s in submission, “Okay.”
Bastien’s POV
“You killed Garrick?!” My father is shooting me death res, pacing his office like a tiger in a cage.
“On neutral territory.” I counter, “it was well within my rights, and we’ll both sleep better knowing he’s
out of the picture for good.”
“That is beside the point.” He hisses. “The rule ofw exists for a reason. Trials serve as examples for
the pack, evidence that we take vitions seriously, that we care about justice.”
“His body will serve as a better example of what happens to abusers than any trial.” I bite back.
“When you’re Alpha you can change myws,” Father snarls, bearing his teeth. But until that time I
expect my heir to embody the values I espouse and uphold the status quo, not flout it with loopholes.”
I cross my arms over my chest, “He deserved everything he got.”
“You think I don’t agree with you?” He snaps, “You think I wouldn’t have liked to join you out there?”
“So why didn’t you?”
“Because being a leader doesn’t mean you get to do whatever you want with impunity.” Father barks,
“It means standing by your principles even when it feels impossible, doing what is best for the pack no
matter how much you might personally hate it.”
“And if it had been mom?” I know it’s a low blow, but I won’t apologize for protecting my mate. “If
someone had done to her what Garrick did to Selene?”
“That’s different.” He waves away the question, “Your mother and I are fated mates.”
“Exactly.” I say, staring him down.
Understanding flickers in his eyes, and he slowly detes, then tension seeping out of his muscles little
by little. “But she”
“She lost her wolf, remember?” At first I hadn’t understood why Selene could not feel the mating bond.
It only became clear when I learned about her wolf. Of course she can’t feel it, she’s lost the very
essence of her being.
“Oh son,” He squeezes my shoulder, genuine pain in his voice. “I’m sorry.” I nod in acknowledgement,
but cannot bring myself to meet his gaze. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to offer her an out.” I sigh, “We’ll get her through the transition, and when she’s ready to
stand on her own two feet, she can decide if she wants to stay.” I drag a hand through my hair, “I
haven’t spoken with her yet, but I’m thinking three years should be about right.”
“Are you sure?” Father inquires softly.
I nod firmly. I might not like it, but there’s no doubt in my mind it’s what’s right. “She’s been a captive
long enough, I don’t want to trap her in a marriage she does not want. And if there’s a chance she can
have love I want her to have it, even if it’s with someone else.”
His face pulls into a grimace. “If that’s the case, I would keep a very tight leash on your wolf. Don’t
im herpletely until you know whether or not there’s going to be a rejection ceremony.” He
advises. “If he marks her, you won’t ever be able to let her go.”
Axel growls in my head, clearly displeased with this suggestion. She’s mine. It’s my right to im her.
I clear my throat, “That’s not going to be easy.”
“No,” Father argues. But it will be less painful than spending your life chasing someone who can never
love you.”
Selene’s POV
A stranger stares at me in the mirror. She has my eyes, my full lips and long, silky hair; but I cannot find
myself in her.
A month has passed since my escape, and though I’m still much too thin, the hollows in my bones have
begun to fill slightly. My skin is no longer a garish shade of gray and mottled with bruises though it’s still
very pale -, and though I am still heartsick for Luna, freedom has returned some light to my eyes.
Bastien stands behind me, dwarfing my small body as he too studies my reflection. I still haven’t been
able to let anyone else near me, so he is the one who helped me into my wedding dress for the final
fitting. The long gown is perfect, but I feel more like a child ying dress up than a bride.
I don’t think Bastien is happy to be marrying me. He’s never said so and, though he’s been there for me
through every breakdown and panic attack without question orint, he’s undeniably distant when
we’re alone together.
Unfortunately I’vee to rely on him sopletely that his reserve is bing truly distressing. The
inconvenient truth is that the torch I carried for the future Alpha when I was a girl has been relit. When I
was five he was my knight in shining armor, now he is my lifeline.
I don’t like feeling this way. Getting attached to him to anyone is dangerous. I went from being
completely helpless to beingpletely dependent on Bastien, and while I realize it can’t be helped
given my situation, I also know it’s a recipe for disaster.
I’m slowly learning about the pack and everything I missed over thest eight years through a
combination of formal lessons and eavesdropping. I spend a lot of time with my ear pressed up to walls
and doors, though my stealth skills arecking. Bastien has caught me at it a number of times but
thankfully he seems to find it more amusing than annoying.
It was through one of these eavesdropping sessions that I learned about Arabe. Apparently before I
came along, Bastien had been nning on taking a she wolf named Arabe Winters as his mate. It
seems Gabriel’s edict forced them to end their engagement, and I can’t deny it makes sense. Being in
love with someone else would certainly exin Bastien’s distance.
Warm hands circle my waist, dragging me back to the present. “What are you thinking about?”
I meet his silver gaze in the mirror, leaning back against’his chest. “Nothing important.”
“Hmm,” His rumbling hum vibrates against my spine, “Then why not tell me?”
If there is one thing I find annoying about this man, it is his ability to put me at ease when I want to
raise my guard. I’m always les anxious when he is near, alwaysforted by his voice. His dominance
is so absolute that my natural instinct is to submit, regardless of whatever else is going on in my head.
“I was thinking about marriage.” I admit. “Our marriage.”
Bastien frowns, dropping his head in thought, I suppose. When he raises it again, he nods tersely, “I’ve
been meaning to talk to you about this for a while now.”
My stomach plummets. “About what?”
“Our marriage contract.” He exins, pulling away from me. “Do you know what a rejection ceremony
is?”
I shake my head uncertainly.
“It is a ritual undergone by mates who wish to end their marriage.” Bastien pulls a sheaf of paper from
the breast pocket of his discarded jacket. “Given our unique circumstances, I thought a rejection
provision might be appropriate.”
He hands me the document; our marriage contract. I scan the contents, stumbling over the unfamiliar
words. “So,” I summarize slowly, “we’ll marry for three years, then decide whether or not to reject one
another?”
“In essence.” Bastien confirms. “Three years should give you enough time to adjust to freedom, and
your status as an Alpha’s spouse will guarantee you lifelong protection even if we don’t stay together.
You would be free to choose another mate.”
And so would you.
In that moment a flip switches inside me, and the riot of emotions threatening to surge forward shuts
off, leaving me feeling blissfully numb. “If that’s what you want.” I hear myself say.
“I think it’s for the best.” Bastien sounds very far away, and I turn back to the mirror, staring at the
stranger again. The light is gone from her eyes now, and I wonder how it ever appeared in the first
ce.
My future is clear now. The ray of hope I’ve slowly cultivated over thest few weeks is beginning to
flicker; if I can’t win over Bastien before our contract ends, I will lose my new lifeline.
Three years, that’s all I have: One way or another, I will make my husband fall in love with me.