Pregnant And Rejected By My Alpha Mate By Caroline Above Chapter 79
Chapter 79 The Truth Comes Out
Selene’s POV
When we arrive at the hospital I’m on the verge of hysterics.
My mind is still foggy from the Starlight, and my emotions are all over the map. I feel as moody and
sensitive as I did when I was pregnant, like my feelings are a surging river dragging me along and I’m
pow erless to stop it.
More than anything else, I’m afraid for my pup’s life. I’m terrified we‘re going to be toote and furious
with myself for not protecting her better. I should have shifted when Luna wanted to, I should have at
tacked Martin no matter the risk.
The guilt is crushing, not only for failing my daughter, but for the secret which is about toe to light.
I’ve already caused Bastien so much pain, and I’m about to cause him more. I don’t know how I’m
going to tell him he’s going to be so angry. I know Bastien would never hurt me, but his temper is still a
dreadful thing to behold.
. His anger is only the tip of the iceberg. Once the truthes out, my life in Asphodel is going to be
over. The future I imagined, everything I’ve been working towards since arriving here, disappears.
Losing those things will hurt, but not nearly so much as losing L.
There’s no doubt in my mind that I’m doing the right thing. I just wish I’d never told this damned lie in
the first ce. Bastien loves me, he’s imed me, and all the things I thought I knew turned out to be
wrong. It’s hard not to feel like everything I went through trying to survive thesest few years was for
nothing.
My knees buckle when I try to step out of the car, and Bastien catches me before I fall. He tries to hand
L to Drake so that he can carry me, but I cry out in protest,tching onto my pup even as I hang in
his arms.
“Shhh,” He croons, carefully prying my fingers off of L. “We‘re not going to take her from you, little
wolf. We just need to get situated.” With that he hands off the pup, sweeping his arm behind my knees
and lifting me into the air. Afterwards Drake returns L to me, and Bastien carries us both inside.
Donovan is already in the lobby, rattling off orders and clearing the way for us. No one raises a single
objection when the two Alpha’s storm inside, stalking straight past the admissions desk and triage
station and into the treatment area. Nurses and orderlies jump out of the way to let us pass, and before
I know it l’ m being lowered onto an upright stretcher.
A doctor is already standing at the foot of the bed, her sharp eyes scanning L and me. “Just the pup,
or Mom too?”
“Just the pup.” I sniffle at the same time Bastien replies, ‘They’re both patients.”
I shake my head stubbornly, “I’m fine, my daughter is having an allergic reaction to Starlight.”
“They were both kidnapped.” Bastien interjects sternly, “She needs to be checked out after you‘ve stabi
lized the pup.”
I’m ring at Bastien, but both he and the doctor seem unfazed. “May 1?” The strange woman asks,
pulling on a pair of gloves.
“Of course.” I immediately adjust L, arranging her so the physician can examine her more easily.
Luna is growling as the unfamiliar shifter begins measuring L’s pulse and vital signs, but I fight back
my protective instincts. My daughter might be in mortal danger, but this woman is a doctor. She’s going
to help.
I can see Bastien fighting the same impulses, though he’s not quite as sessful at quelling them. He
moves around to my other side, reaching out to rest his hand on my nape. His calloused fingers begin
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saging the sore muscles, and I wish I could climb back into hisp.
“How long ago was she given the drug?” The doctor asks, lifting L’s eyelids and shining a stark white
light into her pupils.
Confusion assails me. I don’t know the answer. How much time passed between Martin administering
the Starlight and his meeting with our supposed buyers? How long did they talk before Bastien found
us? “I don’t know.”I admit frantically.
“Was it already dark out?” She presses, still poking and prodding my pup.
“I don’t know, I couldn’t see outside.” I reply, beginning to get impatient. “Does it really matter? We
know what’s wrong with her, we just need an antidote.”
“The timing matters, I’m afraid.” The doctor answers. “The antidote will take about half an hour and we
need to keep her stable until it’splete. Knowing how much time has passed will help inform the
treat ment n.”
My lower lip begins to tremble, “I don’t know.” I repeat pitifully, looking to Bastien for help.
“It hasn’t been more than a few hours.” He supplies, stroking my neckfortingly. “I don’t know exact
ly when he did it or what dosage, but Selene woke up about five minutes ago.”
The doctor makes a note on the chart in her hand, and I think I might explode. How can they possibly
be moving this slowly? Doesn’t she understand that my pup is dying? If it weren’t so frustrating I might
find humor in the irony moments ago I was in a tizzy over telling Bastien the truth and now I’m
practically chomping at the bit to get it over with.
“This is a pre-existing allergy?” She continues blithely.
“Yes.” I confirm, my heart beating a little more loudly. “But we were never able to get an antidote made.”
She nods, making another note. “We’ll need blood from both mother and father to make it, is that going
to be a problem?”
“No.” I answer immediately, My heart beginning to beat a little louder.
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“In that case there shouldn’t be any cause for concern, but I’m afraid we are going to have to separate
is gently, “We need to get L set up with an IV and start her on some fluids. We’ll keep her going with
epinephrine until the antidote is finished. In the meantime, ab tech will be by to take your blood.”
nod, pressing hurried kisses to my daughter’s sweet-smelling hair before tearfully relinquishing her to
the nurses. Bastien too leans over to kiss her soft cheek before they take her away, and I feel a deep
pang of longing and remorse. He doesn’t even know she’s his, and already he loves her like a
daughter.
The doctor helps me lean back against the flimsy pillow, ‘Your pup is in good hands, Selene. We have
every reason to be optimistic.”
“Thank you.” | hup, jolting slightly when she reaches for my wrist. “Easy now, we need to have a look
at you too.”
“I’m fine.” I say again, feebly resisting her.
Bastien is back by my side, fingers twitching like they watch to reach for me but he holds himself back.
When I continue squirming he growls gently, encouraging me to behave, but Luna rears up, snarling
right back. One thick brow arches, his silver eyes hard as steel, and I suddenly feel very small indeed. I
lower my gaze and sullenly settle, submitting to the examination.
Theb tech arrives just as the doctor is trying to convince me to be admitted overnight for observation.
She’s already set a nurse upon me with an IV bag and is wielding a horrid hospital gown, but I don’t
want to be admitted. If I’m stuck in a hospital bed then I won’t be able to stay with L, and I refuse to
leave her.
I jump at the diversion, brandishing my arm for the young man to do his work and extract the life-sav
ing liquid from my veins. I focus only on him as he carries about his work, drowning out the scolding
voices around me. The worst is about to happen, but the sooner it does, the sooner my daughter will be
well.
The tech finishes up promptly and deposits the crimson vials into a biohazard cooler before turning to
Bastien, “Now you, sir.”
Before I can say anything Bastien shakes his head. “I’m not her biological father. He is.” He announces,
pointing to Drake.
The tech turns to the Eros Alpha, but I put a staying hand on his arm. “No.” I croak, my mouth suddenly
feeling like it’s full of cotton, “you were right the first time.”
The young man furrows his brow, clearly confused, and I swing my gaze to Bastien. ‘They need your
blood, not Drake’s.”
All the men in the room go very still, but none more so than Bastien. His molten eyes are boring into
me like a thousand daggers, and I want to crawl under the bed and hide. “What?”
“They need your blood.” I repeat anxiously. “She isn’t Drake’s.”
Bastien looks back and forth between us, a riot of emotions already ying across his countenance.
“The DNA test was negative.” He reminds me.
“It was wrong.” I state, as calmly as I can. “I don’t know how or why but it was wrong. L is yours. I’ve
never been with anyone else…” Sucking in a deep breath, I share the final damning details before I can
lose my nerve. “I was already pregnant when I met Drake.”