บททั้งหมดของ Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Selene's POV I run until I cannot run any longer, finding myself at the edge of one of Elysiums's countless nature parks. The forest spreads out before me, and though I cannot imagine any refuge here, at least I know there won't be any people. I dart into the dense woodland, the rough ground slicing into my feet as I trample over rocks, fallen branches, and foliage. I can't hear the wolves behind me anymore, but still I do not stop. I trek as deep into the forest as I can, until it's impossible to imagine I'm even in a city at all. The darkness is complete here, and comforting after the overwhelming assault of lights and sounds in the city. I climb into the branches of a large fir tree, scraping just about every inch of my body in the process. I curl up against the rough trunk. I know I need to be making plans and sorting out next steps, but my exhaustion looms tall. I try to keep my eyes open, but I'm fighting a losing battle. A moment later I succumb, and the world goes black. __

Selena’s Pov If someone had told me as a child that Bastien Durand would one day be my husband, I would have burst with happiness. Now I don't know what to think. The future terrifies me, but of all the possibilities, Bastien frightens me least. I lower my eyes from Gabriel's in submission, "Okay." ------- Third person’s pov “You killed Garrick?!" Bastien’s father is shooting him death glares, pacing his office like a tiger in a cage. “On neutral territory." Bastien counters, "it was well within my rights, and we'll both sleep better knowing he's out of the picture for good." “That is beside the point." Gabriel hisses. "The rule of law exists for a reason. Trials serve as examples for the pack, evidence that we take violations seriously, that we care about justice." Bastien crosses his arms over his chest, "He deserved everything he got." “Being a leader doesn't mean you get to do whatever you want with impunity." Gabriel barks. “And if it had been mom?" Bastien knows it's a

10 Days Until the Rejection Ceremony Selene’s POV The spinning blades of the ceiling fan whirl over my head, their swift revolutions mesmerize my senses, distracting me from all the unwelcome thoughts in my head. Today is my three year anniversary, but instead of champagne and gifts, I lay alone in my bed My husband is going to reject me in ten days, and I can’t even be angry with him. ____________________ I’m still lying there when my phone rings. Bastien’s name flashes across the screen, and I pause a moment before answering. There’s no reason to broadcast my desperation. “Hello?” I do not hear my husband’s voice on the other end of the line. Instead a woman’s high, tinkling laugh filters through the receiver. “Oh Bastien you’re too much!” I don’t recognize the voice, “Hello?” I try again, the call sounds very muffled. A pocket-dial perhaps? “Bella, would you behave for once?” I know that voice – only too well. “Only if you make me.” I can practically hear her eyelashes ba

Selene’s POV Arabella Winters is everything I am not: Tall, blonde and voluptuous, with an innate confidence that allows her to flourish in pack society. I sit across from her at a small table, a pair of cappuccinos sitting untouched between us. Big brown doe-eyes look me up and down, her face never revealing her thoughts. When she finally speaks, her voice is high and reedy. “Listen, I know things are really complicated with you and Bastien right now, and I just felt…” She pauses to search for the right words, “I saw how upset you looked last night and I just want to assure you that nothing happened between Bastien and me.” “Oh?” “You have my word.” Arabella vows, “Nothing happened and nothing will until your separation is official.” I can’t keep the surprise from my face. Arabella winces, “I’m sorry I thought the information was public.” I bring my coffee to my lips, intending to buy time with a few sips. I barely taste it before I remember that pregnant women aren’t supposed

Selene’s POV Bastien has gone to find us some food when I see a doctor approach the nurse’s station outside my room. I rise from bed as quickly as I can, hurrying out of my room and pulling my IV behind me. “Excuse me, are you my physician?” The man turns to face me, looking mildly surprised. “Mrs. Durand, you really shouldn’t be out of bed.” “Please, I feel fine, and I need to speak with you alone.” I beseech him. Bright blue eyes survey me thoughtfully. “As you wish,” he gestures toward the corridor, moving us away from the main desk. “Is everything alright?” He asks. “I don’t know.” I admit nervously. “My husband said I hit my head and was dehydrated, but I know you must have run tests and things.” I trip over my words, “That is to say – I mean, I wanted to ask you…” Sensing the direction of my thoughts, he raises a pacifying hand. “Do not worry, your baby is in perfect health.” A weight I didn't realize existed lifts from my shoulders. “Thank you,” I breathe, “But that’s onl