Pregnant And Rejected By My Alpha Mate By Caroline Above Chapter 94
Chapter 94 Elysium
Bastien’s POV
By the time I’m clean and dressed in fresh clothes, L’s tantrum has subsided. I find her and Selene
by the campfire, the pup sniffling softly against her mother’s neck. Selene trails a gentle hand up and
down L’s back, somehow soothing her and scolding her all at once.
“I know it’s a lot of big changes and it’s all happening very fast,” She murmurs, kissing L’s hair. “it
probably seems like all of these things are happening around you and you don’t know what’s going on,
just that all the grown ups are telling you that everything’s going to be different and you don’t have a
say in any of it.”
L nods, rubbing her wet, salty skin over Selene’s cor. A wave of guilt washes over me. Here I
thought her tantrum was just regr toddler mood swings I took it at face value, but Selene knew
instantly. I wonder if it’s maternal intuition, or simply experience and knowing the pup so much better
than I do.
A few weeks ago I would have felt bitter about her advantage with L, but now I simply feel wretched
for causing my daughter distress. Maybe L was right to say she doesn’t like me anymore, it sounds
like I deserved it.
“It’s alright to feel upset or scared or angry.” My mate continues, “I feel the same way sometimes, but
you know better than to say mean things simply because you’re feeling out of sorts. You hurt your
Daddy’s feelings.”
“I didn mean it.” L moans piteously.
“I know angel, but words are very powerful.” Selene exins, rocking her gently. “You can’t take them
back, saying sorry doesn’t make someone forget that you thought those things in the first ce. And
that hurts.”
“Is he mad at me?” the pup hups weakly.
My wife meets my gaze over our daughter’s head, “Why don’t you ask him?” She suggests. Moving to
sit next to Selene, I rest my hand on L’s small head, prompting her to look up at me tearfully. “Poor
pup, you’ve had too much excitement haven’t you?”
L looks positively miserable, like she wants to reach for me but isn’t sure if I’ll take her. The thought
nearly breaks my heart.”)” m sorry, Daddy.” She sobs.
Pulling her out of Selene’sp and wrapping her up tight in my arms, I answer,”I’m sorry too, little one.”
She’s so tiny, so fragile ! have to remind myself not to squeeze her too tightly.
“Please don be m-mad at me.” She cries, holding onto me as tight as she can.
It takes me a moment to pry her off my chest, but I need her to look at me when I say this, “Listen to
me very carefully, L.” I instruct seriously, staring into her two toned eyes. “There is nothing you could
ever do or say that will make me stop loving you. I might get angry or disappointed sometimes, but
that’s only because I care about you so much. You can alwayse to me, and you never need to
worry that I’ll turn you away, because that will never happen.”
Her lower lip is still quivering, but she no longer looks so anxious. “Just like Mommy?”
“Just like Mommy.” I confirm, looking to Selene and searing her with my gaze so she’ll know I’m not
only talking about a parent’s love, but a mate’s as well. In some ways it’s harder with Selene because
L has only ever known love, so it’s easier for her to ept these concepts.
Four little words drag my attention back to my pup, the four most perfect words that I’ve ever heard. “I
love you, Daddy.”
My mate’s miniature is looking up at me bashfully, with red eyes and a red nose, her plump limbs still
smeared with mud. Her tantrum is all but forgotten, and her promation washes away the hurt I was
feeling a little while ago. I feel like my heart has swollen three sizes. “I love you too, L.”
Selene’s POV
Though we got through L’s fit with rtive ease, I was right to think our honeymoon was over. Our
wedding and makeshift campsite was only an hour outside of Elysium, so the final leg of the trip was
swift and easy. Our arrival was another story.
My breath caught the first time I glimpsed the beautiful city over the ridge of the North mountain, in fact
I was so mesmerized by the sight that I temporarily lost the ability to speak. Luna had been ecstatic to
be back in the fresh alpine airst night, but returning to Elysium makes me feel like a fish that has
been trying to survive onnd and finally made it back to the water.
You might think I never wanted to see Elysium again after everything I went through with Garrick, but
his dank basement was a world away from the incredible city where I spent my childhood. That dark
cell was the exact opposite of the wide open greenspaces and towering mountain peaks dominating
the Nova territory.
Making it out into the city is what saved me. Elysium is where I found my freedom, where I met my
mate. Bastien and I had three years of happiness here before Arabe returned, and even her horrid
influence can’t poison those early memories.
More than anything else, I think thisnd is simply in my blood. My mother might have fled the Calypso
pack, but they are mountain wolves too Elysium is my element, pure and simple. “Look L,” Bastien
pointed out the window, “there it is your new home.”
“Elysium?!” She eximed.
“That’s right,” He confirmed warmly, reaching over to stroke my nape as I navigated the twisting
mountain roads, “and you see that big house right at the top of that ridge?”
“Uh-huh!”
“That’s the pack house. That’s where you’re going to live.” Bastien shared, sounding so happy that my
insides melted.
L continued asking questions and reveling in the scenery as we drove through the city gates and up
the main road. However my own excitement dampened the further we ventured into Elysium. The news
had clearly spread about my return and L’s existence.
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Bastien’s sleek ck car has always been like a shing marquee announcing that the Alpha is away
from the pack house. I’ve never driven with him without half the city turning to stare and signal their
respect, but it hadn’t even been like this before. It seemed like the entire pack was lined up on the
sidewalks awaiting our arrival.
These weren’t just intrigued nces or cursory salutes from wolves going about their business, these
people were expecting a show. Luckily the windows were tinted so heavily that I didn’t have to worry
about anyone actually seeing inside the car, but I still felt the weight of their prying eyes.
It didn’t help that Bastien seemed taken aback by this development, though he hid his feelings better
than I did. We forged up the serpentine streets towards the Pack House and Nova Hall, our wheels
bumping over the cobblestones and further fraying my nerves. And the closer we came to our
destination, therger the crowds grew.
I tried to tell myself this was all because of L, because the pack wanted to see the Alpha’s pup and
nothing more. Of course then all I could think about was the fact that thousands of people would be
gawking at my pup like some sort of circus animal an idea that made Luna snarl with maternal outrage.
“So many people!” L observed, making me wince.
“Bastien,” I’d murmured nervously, unable topose a sentence or voice my concerns in front of my
pup.
“Easy sweetheart,” He purred, massaging my tense shoulders, “they’re just curious.” Unfortunately the
note of tension in his deep bass belied his cating words. He didn’t believe what he was saying.
Reporters and camera crews were assembled at the Pack House’s security gate, and I breathed a little
easier when we cleared the guardhouse and the gates closed behind us, safely locking out the medie.
Of course, my relief vanished when we rounded the final corner of the drive, and the house came into
view.
Half of the elder council was gathered in the mansion’s doorway, and they did not look pleased to see
us.
I pulled into the garage rather than parking out front, triggering the door close” button on the remote
and waiting for the wide metal curtain to lowerpletely before stepping out of the car. I headed
Bastien off before he could open the back door to extract L from her car seat, closing my hand over
his on the handle. “Tell me the truth, Bastien.” I begged, “Why are they here?”
He sighed, scrubbing his hand over his face. “The truth is that I don’t know.”
“But it’s not good is it?” | demanded.
My husband studied me for a long moment before answering. “No baby,” He acknowledged, sounding
resigned. “it isn’t.”