Selene's POV
I clamber to my feet, leaning on the wall and ignoring the pain shooting up my legs. He holds out one arm to block his companions from entering, and I take the opportunity to dart past him into the main part of the suite.
Gabriel Durand, the very image of Bastien were he a few decades older, steps forward. "Hello Selene."
Without thinking I slink behind Bastien, using his large body to hide myself from view. I cannot explain it. I do not want any of them to be in this room with me, and Bastien is the one who brought me here against my will in the first place – he's the last person I should seek for protection.
He reaches back, circling his arm around my body and catching me up before I can contemplate fleeing. "Come here, you." Bastien deposits me back into the plush bedding, taking a seat by my side so that his large form remains as a barrier between me and the strangers. "We need to talk."
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Third person’s Pov
Bastien watches Selene closely as his father explains everything that has happened since she escaped Garrick. She's huddled among the pillows, leaning as far away from the Alpha as possible. Bastien’s wolf Axel is clawing at the surface, demanding Bastien moves closer.
There is a disturbing vacancy in Selene’s expression, and Bastien’s hatred for the man who imprisoned her spikes. He promised his Father that his men would return Garrick to the pack house to stand trial once he's found, but in truth he has no intention of letting the bastard back into the city. Outside of Nova jurisdiction Bastien can do with him as he pleases.
“Your mother was very dear to me," His father was saying, prompting Selene to meet his gaze for the first time. She hasn't been able to look at any of them directly, not even Gabriel’s Beta, Donovan.
“Yes I knew her." Gabriel continues, smiling sadly, "She helped me at a time when I could not help myself. I feel I owe it to Corrine to do the same for you now. You have my word that Garrick will be caught; he will account for his crimes."
“And in the meantime?" Her voice is stronger than it had been in the forest. "What do you intend to do with me?"
Claim you. Axel suggests, triggering Bastien’s instinct to scent mark the sweet creature in front of him. He leashes in the desire, gritting his teeth against the pain denying it creates.
Gabriel says reasonably. "The doctor is quite concerned that your injuries have not healed yet." He glancesf at Bastien reluctantly. "There was an inordinate amount of Wolfsbane in your system when Bastien brought you in."
Selene just blinks. "He's been dosing me with it every day for 8 years." Her statement is met with horrified silence, and she turns her eyes to Bastien. He falls into bottomless pools of sapphire and violet, sensing a profound hopelessness he does not understand until she speaks again. "My wolf didn't survive it."
Fury consumes Bastien in a conflagration so sudden and violent that he knows he needs to get out of the room before Axel forces his way out of his body. He stands as the wolf roars in his head, trembling with the effort of restraining him. Bastien storms from the room without another word, heading for the forest.
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Selene's POV
Bastien's sudden exit startles me, and for some inexplicable reason I feel tears well in my eyes. I don't know why I told him about Luna. I certainly hadn't planned on doing so, but when I looked at him some force deep inside pushed the words to the surface.
Perhaps I expected to find some comfort in sharing the secret; instead I found rejection.
“Donovan, could you leave us for a moment." Gabriel's gravelly voice pulls my attention to the present.
“It seems I've failed your mother even more hideously than I knew." He says once we're alone.
“I don't understand." I murmur softly.
“I promised your mother I would care for you if anything ever happened to her. She saved my life and I've repaid her by letting her only daughter suffer unspeakable abuse." Disgust laces every word. Before I can ask the questions waiting on my tongue, the Alpha pins me with a fierce stare. "I know the Volana secret. I know why Corinne brought you here." He admits, "If I'd known you survived the car crash I would have made arrangements long before now, but I can't undo the past."
“Arrangements?" I repeat dumbly.
“To keep you safe." Gabriel clarifies.
I still don't understand. "But Garrick–"
“Garrick isn't the one you need protection from, Selene." The Alpha informs me gently. "He is an insect, the Calypso Alpha is a dragon, and he's been out for your blood from the day you were born."
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“What are you talking about?" I sputter, staring wide-eyed at Gabriel and trying desperately to make sense of his words. "What does the Calypso pack have to do with me?"
The Alpha sighs. "What do you know about your mother, Selene?"
“Garrick told me she belonged to another pack and she became pregnant after an affair with a married man. She fled in disgrace and he took her in." The story is still fresh in my mind; Garrick's leering face flashes across my vision but I force it away, focusing on Gabriel.
The Alpha shook his head sadly, "Your parents were both members of the Calypso pack, until their Alpha – Blaise – learned the secret of your bloodline." He explains, "I have no idea how he discovered that Volana blood can grant eternal life, but he did, and he's been hunting it ever since."
“Your father sacrificed himself so you and your mother could escape." Gabriel jaw twitches with anger, "Corinne was so heartbroken over her mate's death that she'd all but given up when Garrick found her."
"Their marriage was always a sham." His brow furrows deeply, "Garrick was hopelessly in love with her, so much so he agreed to adopt you. For a woman in her position… well it was the best of a lot of bad options."
“How do you know all this?"
“She told me." Gabriel answers, "You're probably too young to remember the uprising. My brother wanted to be Pack Alpha our entire lives, and though he was an alpha by nature, he wasn't strong enough to challenge me."
“Instead he mounted an uprising, hiring mercenaries without pack allegiances to help stage a coup. He planned to kill me, Bastien and my mate. Your mother was out for a run when she came across the mercenaries gathering at the border. She overheard their plans and ran straight to the pack house."
“Her warning saved us all." The Alpha's countenance became painfully haunted, "I killed my brother, and when it was all over, Corinne told me the truth. She knew if anything ever happened to her, Garrick would not be able to protect you."
A dull pain sets in behind my temples as my brain tries to process the information overload, "So now that you know I'm alive, you plan on protecting me?"
“Of course." The Alpha vows.
I frown, trying to piece the puzzle together. "How?"
The Alpha considers me for a long moment. "Bastien."
“Bastien?" I repeat in utter bafflement.
Gabriel's eyes, the same silver as his son's, slice through me. "He's going to be your husband."
“What are you talking about," I'm out of the bed, edging toward the door. "You want me to marry Bastien?"
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
Selene's POV "Three years should give you enough time to adjust to freedom, and your status as an Alpha's spouse will guarantee you lifelong protection even if we don't stay together. You would be free to choose another mate." Bastien confirms. In that moment a flip switches inside me, and the riot of emotions threatening to surge forward shuts off, leaving me feeling blissfully numb. "If that's what you want." I hear myself say. “I think it's for the best." Bastien sounds very far away, and I turn back to the mirror, staring at the stranger again. The light is gone from her eyes now, and I wonder how it ever appeared in the first place. My future is clear now. The ray of hope I've slowly cultivated over the last few weeks is beginning to flicker; if I can't win over Bastien before our contract ends, I will lose my new lifeline. Three Years Later The steady woosh woosh of an ultrasound machine fills the small exam room. A faint thumping noise joins the alien sounds of the
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 A stab of pain pierces my heart. The man has no idea what I would give for one last night with him. Unfortunately I don’t think he’s in any state to make good on the offer. “I meant your bed.” I finally answer, “But I’ll tell you what: If you can get yourself up and into the house, I’ll invite you to do whatever you want with me, wherever you want.” Before I realize what’s happening I’m upside down, with Bastien’s shoulder digging into my stomach. He carts me into the house like a sack of potatoes, navigating to his bedroom and tossing me onto the bed. I yelp with surprise, then shiver with anticipation as a very large, very aroused wolf bears down on me. I stare up at Bastien with wide eyes, my heart racing in my chest, so loud I’m sure he can hear it. Flames dance up my cheeks, and I know I must be bright red. Lust, excitement and fear war for control of my body, swirling around each other in an intoxicating tempest. Bastien lowers himself to the bed, leaning over m
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 “I’m not,” I insist. I’m bobbing through the air, the door drawing closer and closer. Abruptly I realize Bastien intends to remove me from the bathroom, “No, stay here!” I exclaim. Bastien’s palm presses to my forehead and cheeks, “You have a fever.” He says it as if it’s my fault. “And if you’re so ill that you cannot leave the bathroom, then you need to go to the emergency room.” Panic blooms in my chest. I can’t go to the hospital. I can’t see a doctor. They’ll find out I’m pregnant. They’ll tell him. “No.” I object loudly. “I’m fine.” “You aren’t,” he corrects me in a warning tone. “And you know how I feel about lies, little wolf.” For once I don’t give a damn about his scolding. “I won’t go, you can’t make me!” I cry, desperately trying to wriggle out of his arms. It’s no use, Bastien is too strong for me. I can fight all day long but we both know I won’t get anywhere. “Let me go!” I order angrily. A warning rumble vibrates in Bastien’s chest. He abruptly settle
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
Selene’s POVArabella is curled in a heap at the bottom of the stairs, her pitiful cries grating against my ears like nails on a chalkboard. I can’t see any blood, but the sickening, unnatural angles of her legs leave me with no doubt her pain is genuine. A healthy, young wolf, she’ll heal quickly; but that won’t stop the injuries from hurting like a bitch in the interim.I might feel some sympathy for her, if it wasn’t for her melodramatic wails and repeated howls of, “Why Selene? Why did you do it?” Doctors and nurses crowd around her, shouting orders, but no one seems to pay me any mind.I’m still in shock. Everything happened so fast and my brain is scrambling to catch up. I haven’t moved from the top of the stairs, looking down at the grisly scene with wide eyes. How had everything gone so wrong so quickly? One moment my secret was safe, and the next my husband’s mate was trying to push me down the stairs because I hadn’t been smart enough to have a sensitive conversation in priv