Pregnant And Rejected By My Alpha Mate By Caroline Above Chapter 88
Chapter 88 Consequences
Selene’s pov
Oh Goddess, why did I just say that?
It seemed like a good idea in the moment. Bastien was watching me with that predatory gleam in his
eye and my heat sparked with a vengeance. One look and Ibusted, mes of passion engulfing
my body and driving all sense from my head.
Luna got the better of me, convinced me I needed him more than I needed oxygen, told me to say
whatever it took to make him im me. But I just challenged him, told him he hadn’t done his job as my
mate – as if he wasn’t already angry enough.
He was going to rut me either way, I tell Luna ruefully, I didn’t have to provoke him.
Yes you did, his wolf needs this and so do I. She insists. She’s right, I realize, and she’s not alone in
her desires. I need to feel Bastien’s dominance, I need to feel his possession so deeply that it
permanently brands my soul.
Bastien’s eyes sh and the next thing I know I’m spinning, turning to face the table. Bastien clears the
surface with one powerful sweep of his arm, sending ss and china ttering onto the bench.
Pressure between my shoulder des bends me over the table, and the next thing I know my cheek is
flush against the cool wood.
Bastien keeps onerge hand syed across the small of my back to pin me in ce – not that he
needs to. My palms rest on either side of my head, but I don’t try to rise. My heart races as Bastien flips
up my dress and rips away my panties, my breath diminishing to a ragged pant.
I can barely keep up with what’s happening, but I don’t need to, I know my mate will take care of me. I
know
Smack! Bastien’s handes down hard on my exposed backside, drawing a startled yelp from my
lips. Now I do try to push myself up, pressing my hands into the wood with all my strength, but I’m
powerless beneath him.
“What are you doing?!” I cry in shock, even as another swatnds. Forgetting about standing, I throw
my hands back to try and cover my bottom, but Bastien simply gathers my wrists and holds them
behind my back.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” He growls, his voice like gravel.
Suddenly I remember where we are, and I strain to see over the top of the booth. “Bastien, someone
could see!” I exim, thinking of the floor to ceiling windows lining the front of the cafe.
“Then they’ll see an Alpha punishing his naughty mate.” He replies nonchntly, as if spanking fully
grown women is something that happens every day. A series of five sharp smacks pepper my behind,
Bastien punctuating each one with his scolding words. “I. Could. Never. Hate. You.” He says the phrase
so viciously I wince. I know he’s only using a tiny fraction of his strength, but my skin burns beneath his
touch. I writhe, trying to escape his punishing hands and whining like a pup.
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“You are my everything, Selene.” Bastien deres fiercely, rubbing my aching bottom and then
delivering another whack to the spot he just soothed. “Don’t you dare forget it.”
Bastien
My poor little mate doesn’t know what hit her literally.
I’ve given Selene a few yful swats over the years, even a few real ones in the bedroom, but I’ve
never disciplined her this way. I was always afraid of triggering her post traumatic stress, of reminding
her of Garrick and making her afraid of me.
To be fair, I didn’t actually intend to do this. Axel responded to our mate’s challenge so abruptly I didn’t
even think about what was doing. One moment Selene was whispering that I hadn’t imed her
thoroughly enough, and the next I had her sprawled over the table with her luscious bottom on disy.
Bright red handprints mark her pale cheeks, and I can hear her sniffling softly. “I’m sorry.” Selene
pleads, still trying to wriggle out of my hold. Apparently my concerns about frightening her were
unnecessary. Not only is she not afraid, but the scent of her arousal has grown stronger, spiking every
time Ind a spank.
“You’ve been a very bad girl.” I purr, giving her two strong smacks. Selene squeals in protest, more
affronted than pained. “Doubting your mate.” Smack! “Lying to him.” Smack! “Keeping secrets.” Smack!
“Putting your precious life in danger.” This smack is the hardest of all, and my mate finally stops
struggling.
Her body rxes, the fight draining out of her limbs. Little by little, she submits, epting her
punishment and yielding to my control. This time when she apologizes, she means it. “I’m sorry,
Bastien.” She murmurs, her voice thick with tears. “For everything.”
“I know you are, sweetheart.” I flip her over onto her back, smirking when she hisses as her rear end
meets the hard table. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
Her eyes widen as I reach for my fly, and she pushes up onto her elbows, frantically checking the
windows. “Not here.” She begs, “we’re practically in public.”
The only reason I agree is because I don’t want any wolves passing by to get an eyeful of what’s
rightfully mine. I scoop up Selene and cart her into the kitchen, kicking the door shut behind me and
She sighs, and I realize the cold surface probably feels good against her stinging backside. Chuckling
darkly, I withdraw my cock from my trousers, pulling the neckline of ?elene’s dress down to expose her
breasts.
Axel groans in my head as I sweep my gaze over her naked skin, the sight making my already rock
hard arousal stiffen further. For a moment I consider taking a picture of her. I would love to be able to
see her like this whenever I want: spread out like a feast for me to devour, disheveled and needy, ripe
for the taking.
In the end I’m too impatient. I may have reasserted my dominance in the dining room, but I’ve yet to
reassert my im, and I can’t wait a second longer. “Hold on tight little wolf.” I instruct, teasing her
swollen clit with the head of my cock. “You’re in for a rough ride.”
Selene’s POV
Rough was putting it mildly.
In the delirious aftermath of our lovemaking, Bastien lies with his head pillowed on my breasts, bent
over the ind counter in exhaustion as I run my hands through his soft hair. I feelpletely
boneless: drowsy and satisfied beyond belief.
The strange thing is how peaceful I feel; not just calm but light as a feather. I didn’t realize how heavily
the burden of my secrets was weighing on me until it lifted. Even my guilt has faded. It was still eating
me up inside before Bastien bent me over the table, but somehow his spanking freed me of it.
I still can’t believe he did that. I still can’t believe how much I liked it. It hurt like hell, but every time his
hand fell my sex throbbed and clenched, needing to be filled. Deep down I secretly loved Bastien
taking me in hand that way, dominating me with so much raw power and control. Somehow it made me
feel safe and cared for, like some sort of catharsis which set everything right with my mate.
I hazard shifting my hips and hiss with difort. My backside is even more sore than it was before,
which isn’t surprising given how ruthlessly Bastien rutted me. The big wolf lying on top of me rumbles
contentedly, and lingering kisses shower my breasts, “You took that so well baby.” He croons, petting
my sides. “I’m very proud of you.”
While his praise fills me with warmth, there is one thing I have to make clear. “If you ever,” I begin
sleepily, “spank L I will-”
Bastien’s head suddenly jerks up, his expression so horrified that I stop speaking. From the look on his
face you would think I used him of murder. “I would never.” He proims, straightening up and
taking hisforting weight with him. “Spankings are for naughty mates, not innocent pups.”
I snort, adjusting my dress to cover my nudity and gingerly sitting up. I’m sore in all the right ces,
and I really could use a nap. I stretch, emitting a little moan before I catch Bastien watching me
hungrily. “Oh no you don’t.” I tell him, wagging a finger. “I can’t take any more of your love today,
mister.”
Bastienughs, swooping his head down to steal a kiss before righting his own clothes “That’s probably
for the best.” He agrees reluctantly, “We still have to talk about the move.”
That stops me in my tracks. “What are you talking about?” I ask, furrowing my brow.
What move? I think, surely he doesn’t mean…
Bastien looks down at me with steely eyed resolve. “We’re going back to Elysium.”