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Pregnant And Rejected By My Alpha Mate By Caroline Above Chapter 47

    Pregnant And Rejected By My Alpha Mate By Caroline Above Chapter 47


    Chapter 47


    Bastien‘s POV


    The first thing I see is the fear on Selene‘s face. Fear I hate myself for causing. She‘s backed into a


    corner, appearing so much more like the lost little wolf I pulled from a tree, than the confident woman I


    met today.


    It takes all my strength to pull my eyes from Selene‘s haunted expression and survey the rest of the


    scene, at which point I realize why she‘s in the corner. The tiny body is visible even now, with pint–


    sized hands clutching her skirt and a gleaming pair of two–toned


    eyes peeking out from behind her leg.


    Mate, Axel croons with satisfaction. And mate‘s pup. Mine, both mine.


    We don‘t know who that pup belongs to yet. I caution him, though I cannot help but feel drawn to the


    tiny creature in a way I can‘t exin


    I don‘t care who she belonged to. He growls. I saw her. I like her. She‘s mine now.


    That‘s not how it works. I admonish him.


    Unable to assuage her curiosity, the little girl pokes her head out of hiding, and Selene stiffens


    reflexively. Waving off my men, 1 stride forward and close the door, carefully approaching the she–


    wolves. “Hello little one.” I murmur to the child, kneeling down so that we‘re at eye level, even if I‘m still


    halfway across the room. “Goddess she looks exactly like you.” I revel, looking back and forth between


    the beautiful faces.


    I‘ve seen many pups and kissed many babies in my life, but I cannot remember ever seeing such a


    perfect child. It‘s not just that she is my mate‘s creation that she is the heart and soul of the woman I


    adore – it‘s that she is pure light, pure love. Despite my misgivings, I have to agree with Axel. Mine.


    A tiny voice tugs at my heart strings. “Mommy who‘s that?”


    The gooey warmth in my belly hardens like a rock, and the reality of our situation sshes over me like


    a bucket of ice water. If this child is mine, Selene hid her existence from me for years. She left Elysium


    knowing she was pregnant, and took my baby somece where I could not protect her.


    “That‘s an excellent question.” I state harshly, catching my mate in my crosshairs. “Selene?” Slowly


    unfolding until I‘m standing again, I move forward. “Who am I to her?”


    “A stranger,” Selene designates coldly, “and what do we say to strangers, L?”


    On cue the tiny pup lifts her chubby fingers to her lips and pulls ar imaginary zipper across her mouth,


    pressing her lips tightly together and shaking her head once she‘s finished.


    “That‘s very smart.” | praise in a much softer voice than I directed at her mother. “You should never talk


    to strangers, but that‘s not what I am.” Little by little, the tot is emerging from behind her mother.


    Interesting – most children are afraid of me at first. “I‘m your mommy‘s mate. Do you know what that


    word means?”


    L shakes her head, still clutching Selene‘s skirt.


    “It means we‘re meant to be together.” I say this to Selene alone. “And whatever she cares about, I


    care about too.”


    Outrage shes across Selene‘s features. “What the hell are you doing?”


    “Do you want me to lie to her?” I demand.


    “You have no right to put those kinds of ideas in her head!” She hisses, mes dancing in her incredible


    eyes,


    I can‘t recall ever feeling such rage, not towards my little wolf. With every second that passes, the more


    certain I am that this is my child, which means I have every right. I arch a brow at Selene. “How old are


    you L?”


    My mate‘s hand whips out and closes over the child‘s before she can lift her fingers to answer my


    question with a patented “this mary” instead Selene scowls, her plump lip curling “She‘s not yours.”


    “Then whose is she?” I interrogate.


    “Mine” Selene sna, her wolf glowing in her eyes. Goddess she‘s stunning when she‘s angry


    “Oh, you made her all by yourself?” I goad.


    Look at her, Selene invites, “do you see yourself in her? Do you see even the tiniest resemnce?”


    That was all the invitation I needed. I bend down and scoop up the sweet little girl before Selene can


    stop me. “Come here, pup.” || rumble gently. “let‘s have a look at you.”


    L looks a bit shell–shocked for a moment, as if she wasn‘t prepared to leave the ground and can‘t


    quite wrap her head around her new predicament. Nheless, her surprise disappears quickly,


    reced by unapologetic curiosity. She looks up at me with wide eyes, studying my face intently and


    then reaching out to feel the scruff on my cheek.


    I know instantly that I‘m a goner, if this little creature asked me for the moon I would try to steal it for


    her, no matter how impossible. Shaking my head, settling L morefortably in my arms and


    internally swooning when she instantly rests her cheek on my shoulder. “I can‘t see anyone else in her


    either.” I finally answer Selene‘s question, unable to disguise the reverence in my deep voice, “She‘s all


    you.”


    Selene looks lost herself now, her attention swinging back and forth between my face and L‘s, clearly


    unsure of what to do.


    L makes the decision for her, lifting her head and staring at the floor far below before looking back to


    me, as if for confirmation. “T‘s high.”


    “Mmm.” I hum sympathetically. If she‘s used to being carried around by my mate, this probably seems


    very high indeed. “Too high?”


    Her serious expression transforms to one of pure excitement. “No, want to go higher!”


    “You want to go higher?” I consider her words for a moment before agreeing, “Well I think that can be


    arranged.”


    As long as I live, I will never hear a more beautiful sound than this child squealing and giggling with joy


    as I toss her over my head, catching her and repeating the move until she‘s so exhausted from


    laughing that we have to find a new game.


    Where did it all go wrong? Iment, thoroughly indulging in a fit of self–pity as I watch my daughter


    riding around on the back of a huge ck wolf like he‘s a pony. Bastien gallops around the room


    indulging L‘s every whim. It started with “the flying game“, as it‘s now known, and somehow evolved


    and unraveled into yful chaos: wolf-back rides, y wrestling, even a game of fetch.


    That‘s right, the big bad Alpha of Pack Nova ran after a ball like amon dog and proudly returned it


    to my three year old, licking her face until she squealed and copsed beneath the onught.


    Of all the oues I considered when I pictured this moment, this is the veryst thing I ever


    imagined. I was ready for the anger, for yelling and drawn out fights, but no amount of preparation


    could ever make me ready for this: for watching L y with her father for the first time in her life.


    When the tears begin to fall I sneak away to the bathroom, thankfully unnoticed amidst the raucous


    y. When I first got pregnant this was exactly the kind of scene I dreamed about. Before the rejection,


    before Arabe and everything else, this was my fantasy.


    I could curse the Goddess for doing this to me, for giving me these dreams and then snatching them


    away; showing me these glimpses of bliss that will haunt me for the rest of my life. I want so badly to


    believe our lives could actually be like this, but I know the truth all too well.


    I have to stay strong, I have to keep fighting.


    When I emerge, L has finally exhausted herself and is lying on top of wolf Bastien as if he‘s a giant


    pillow. Honestly it‘s an impulse I understand how many times did he shift tofort me through


    thunderstorms, when he knew the feel of a male body would only make the shbacks worse?


    When he sees me return to the living room Bastien shifts back, passing L to me so he can get


    dressed.


    “She‘s really not mine?” He asks, buttoning his shirt.


    “No.” I confirm icily. “She‘s not yours.”


    Liar. Luna hisees in my ear.


    “Did you think I would harm her?” Bastien wonders aloud, “ls that why you came here? You thought I‘d


    harm my male‘s pup because it was sired by another wolf


    Confusion and hurt burst out of my mouth like anger. “Why do you keep saying that?”


    “Saying what?” He questions, seeming truly bewildered.


    “That we‘re mates.” I exim. “Not once in our entire marriage did you call me that.”


    Let me out. Luna pleads nonsensically, I can‘t take this any longer, I need him.


    The Alpha looks at me incredulously. “It was the first word out of my mouth when I saw you, Selene.”


    His voice is like gravel. “I‘ve known from day one, you‘re the one who couldn‘t feel it.”


    “Stop it! You don‘t get to rewrite history this way.” L stirs in my arms, and I carefully transport her to


    the bed, setting her among the plush nkets and returning to Bastien with a furious whisper. “I was


    there, remember? I was hopelessly, desperately in love with you for years and you merely put up with


    me. Do you have any idea what that felt like, to be nothing but an obligation, a weight around your neck


    holding you back from everything you really wanted?”


    You have to let me out! Luna begs again.


    Bastien‘s sharp eyes bore into me, even as my own burn with tears. “Selene, what the hell are you


    talking about?”


    “Don‘t pretend like you don‘t know! I–” A sharp stabbing pain in my middle bends me double, forcing a


    hoarse cry from my lips.


    Luna!


    I can‘t help it. She moans apologetically, he‘s calling me, I don‘t have a choice.


    Strong hands are on me instantly. “Selene?”


    “Something‘s wrong.” | gasp. “I feel… my wolf is…. it‘s like she‘s trying to force her way out of me?”


    Emotions race across his countenance, before understanding clicks, “Have you never shifted before?”


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    “No I didn‘t think I could.” | groan.


    “Well get ready little wolf,“ Bastien‘s low bass breaks through my panicked thoughts, “because you‘re


    about to.”
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