Pregnant And Rejected By My Alpha Mate By Caroline Above Chapter 11
Chapter 11 Thunderstorm
Selene’s POV
Arabe is curled in a heap at the bottom of the stairs, her pitiful cries grating against my ears like nails
on a chalkboard. I can’t see any blood, but the sickening, unnatural angles of her legs leave me with no
doubt her pain is genuine. A healthy, young wolf, she’ll heal quickly, but that won’t stop the injuries from
hurting like a bitch in the interim.
I might feel some sympathy for her, if it wasn’t for her melodramatic wails and repeated howls of, “Why
Selene? Why did you do it?” Doctors and nurses crowd around her, shouting orders, but no one seems
to pay me any mind.
I’m still in shock. Everything happened so fast and my brain is scrambling to catch up. I haven’t moved
from the top of the stairs, looking down at the grisly scene with wide eyes. How had everything gone so
wrong so quickly? One moment my secret was safe, and the next my husband’s mate was trying to
push me down the stairs because I hadn’t been smart enough to have a sensitive conversation in
private.
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Only Arabe and I know what truly happened. It will be her word against mine, and I can’t exin the
truth without revealing the reason why the she-wolf tried to push me. I can defend myself honestly and
reveal I’m pregnant, or lie and say she simply tripped.
Would anyone even believe me? From the outside it certainly looks like I had motive. My husband is
about to reject me for this woman, and in the eyes of the pack I probably seem damaged enough to
suffer some sort of mental break as a result.
I’d like to think Bastien knows me well enough to realize I would never do such a thing, but Arabe is
his mate, and logic tends to go out the window when ites to mates. All he’ll hear is that someone
threatened her life, and nothing else will matter.
When ites down to it, Bastien will always choose Arabe over me – and that means I’m in a lot of
trouble. An Alpha wolf in a blind rage is the most dangerous animal on the, and if Arabe
manages to send Bastien into one, it will not matter that I’m his wife.
If you asked me this morning if I thought my husband would ever raise a hand against me, I would have
said no – but that was before. I’m not sure what he’ll do now, and I have no intention of sticking around
to find out.
I rush back to my room, frantically trying to free myself from the tubes and needles in my arm.
“Let me help you with that.” It’s the doctor from before, slowly approaching from the doorway and
nodding towards my arm.
“What? Why would you-” He’s already mping the fluid lines and pressing gauze to the insertion site.
*I don’t believe you pushed anyone.” He says simply, wrapping a bandage around my freed arm. “And I
figure if you’re afraid of your husband, you have good reason.”
I almost feel like crying, “Thank you.” I suddenly realize how rude I’ve been, “I never asked your name.”
“Dr. Kane.” He says with a kind smile. “But you can call me Thomas.”
“Thank you, Thomas.” I breathe. “You’re a good man.“
“Don’t mention it.” He strides to the armchair in the corner where Bastien’s coat is thrown over the
armchair and delves into one of the pockets. He extracts a key fob and tosses it to me. “Now get out of
here.”
Bastien’s POV
The moment I return to the emergency ward I know Selene is gone. Her scent lingers, but not nearly
strong enough. My hackles raise and Axel goes on high alert. Something is wrong.
I start towards her room but stop when I recognize the scent of another she-wolf. Axel continues
tugging me towards Selene’s room, growling in frustration. I ignore him, following Arabe’s scent.
As soon as I stop focusing all my senses on Selene, I hear the howls of pain. I take off at a run, finding
Arabe in an open bay surrounded by people and machines. Her legs are clearly broken, and bruises
are beginning to form down the length of her body.
I rush to the front of the gurney, leaning over her so she can see my face. “Arabe, what happened?!”
Her head is held stationary by a heavy neck brace and her cheeks are soaked with tears. “Selene
pushed me down the stairs.”
I’m certain I’ve heard her wrong. “What?”
“Selene.” She repeats with a heavy sob, “I heard she was in the hospital so I came to visit, but when
she saw me – I don’t know what happened. She just lost it and pushed me down the stairs.”
I frown down at Arabe, unable to process her strange words and wishing I couldfort her in some
way. I hate feeling so helpless. I know there’s nothing I can do, but it still feels like I’m failing Arabe. I
wasn’t there to protect her when she needed me and I can’t fix her pain now.
I say the only thing I can. “It’s going to be alright.”
“Please don’t leave me.” She begs.
“Never.” I promise.
Selene’s POV
I’m too on edge to return home, though I know I’ll need to go there eventually to collect my things.
Instead I drive along the winding road on the north face of the mountain, heading for the cabin retreat
the Alpha’s family uses when the pack house gets too crowded.
My insides twist themselves into knots as I wonder what’s happening at the hospital. Bastien would
certainly be back by now, his head swarming with Arabe’s lies.
I’m furious with myself for not seeing thising.
Arabe may love Bastien, but what happened between us at the top of those stairs came down to
power and power alone. She did not want there to be any challenge to her position in the pack, or her
children’s, and she was willing to do anything to protect their status, including killing her mate’s
firstborn.
As the full implications of her actions be clear in my mind, maternal wrath swells in my chest.
Though I might have been killed in the fall, her attack was not against me. It didn’t matter to Arabe
whether I miscarried or died – as long as my baby was gone.
They will both be after me now, and that leaves me no choice. I need to get out of Elysium as soon as
possible.
My time as Garrick’s captive left me with a lot of scars – both physical and mental – but few cut deeper
than my fear of thunderstorms.
As empty as I sometimes feel, I’ve learned to manage without Luna; I’ve learned to cope with darkness
and locked doors, meeting strangers and standing in crowds. I handle some things better than others
and though it’s always hard, most things do get easier as time passes.
However there are some struggles that never get easier; wounds that have been indelibly carved into
what’s left of my soul. No matter how many months or years go by, raised voices, arguments, and loud
noises turn me inside out; and thunderstorms reduce me to a quivering puddle.
We get lots of storms in the mountains, but I can’t recall ever facing one alone since I escaped Garrick.
Bastien was there for me from the very beginning, without even knowing why I needed him; all that
mattered was that I was afraid.
As i stand on the cabin’s front porch, watching fat ck clouds roll in and feeling a vicious gail whipping
around my body, I realize my days of Alpha coddling are over. I have to face this storm alone, just as I
will have to face all the storms ahead.
i retreat into the cozy chalet, igniting everymp, every overhead light, every piece of wood in every
firece. I draw all the curtains, and curl up on the sofa surrounded by nkets, turning on the TV in
hopes the noise might drown out the thunder. ! make myself asfortable as possible, lighting
scented candles and boiling water for tea.
I can do this, I think, over and over again. I can do this.
All my creatureforts and self-care provisions went out the window the moment the storm hit. I
could still smell the rain and feel the walls shaking around me. I could still see the shes of lightning
through the curtains and feel the shocks of static energy zinging through the air – and that was before
the power went out.
With one particrly violent crack of thunder, the electricity shut off all at once, stealing the light and
noise buffering me from the outside world. I thank the Goddess I had the foresight to light the fires and
candles, because I’vepletely lost the ability to move.
Trembling uncontrobly, I try to think of anything – anything that is not the raging tempest above,
anything that is not Garrick. I hear myself whimpering, and feel a stab of shame. I’m a grown woman,
soon to be a mother, and I’m cowering in the dark like a pup.
I stare into the mes in the hearth, forcing my eyes to stay open even when I flinch from the impact of
another rumbling sh. Light is your friend, I say in my mind, not the dark.
Yet as I stare into the mes I find myself transported to another dark room, a dark room lit only by the
orange glow beyond an impassable doorway. The square grate stretches before my eyes, lengthening
and distorting until the fire has climbed up and adopted the shape of the basement door.
Garrick appears then, stumbling toward me out of the mes, ranting and raving and stripping off his
clothes. I want to run, I want to fight, but I’m frozen in ce. The scent of whisky and aftershave fills the
air around me, tormenting my senses.
I can feel his hands on me, rough and cruel and greedy. I can feel his fingers digging into my thighs
and I reach for the whisky bottle, but it isn’t there. There is no way out this time.
Just then Garrick’s head jerks up, his fiendish eyes locking onto the doorway. Not the fiery doorway at
his back, but the cabin entrance. The door swings wide, revealing an enormous ck wolf at its center;
A wolf with molten silver eyes, and fangs bared for an attack.