All Chapters of Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Selene “Mommy, are you wake?” A little voice speaks in my ear.  Slowly I return to the waking world, blinking open my tired eyes and registering the warm little body snuggling up against me. “Hello little bean.” I murmur, wrapping my arms around Lila and pulling the covers more tightly around us.  Lila hasn’t slept through the night in her own room since Bastien left. Instead she’s taken to crawling into my bed somewhere between the hours of midnight and dawn, which both warms my heart and makes handling my morning sickness more difficult. Today the sun is just beginning to rise, and Helene’s soothing draughts have actually managed to ease the worst of my symptoms, so I’m happy to simply lie here and cuddle with my daughter until we’re ready to get up.  “Mommy, I had a dream ‘bout Daddy.” Her morning puppy breath is terrible, so I tuck her head beneath my chin,

SeleneEvery mouth in the room is gaping wide open in shock. From the looks on their faces, you would have thought I’d announced I was planning a ritual human sacrifice, rather than proposing a trip across the continent. When they finally regain their senses everyone begins speaking at once, half shouting objections and already trying to talk me out of it. In truth I can’t really decipher one person’s words from another’s, but I certainly hear Aiden when he thunders: “Are you out of your mind?” “No, I’m very much in my mind, thank you.” I retort, trying to stay calm amidst all the upset. The last thing I need is to have an anxiety attack from so many people yelling. That would hardly convince them I’m up for the journey. “Selene, you can’t go to Tartarus.” Drake insists in a much more reasonable tone than either of Bastien’s Betas. “Blaise is hunting Volanas. One look at you and you’ll be done for.”“We can disguise her eyes.” Helene announces, though I have no idea how we’d accompl

FredericSelene is smarter than I gave her credit for - and more stubborn. Her impromptu interview with the press outside the hospital was masterful - if it hadn’t caused such problems for me I’d even be impressed. However ever since she told the pack to start looking into my background, I’ve been doing nothing but putting out fires.Every five minutes a different reporter is calling for my comment, while a bevy of others dig into my past. Of course, Thomas Kane only has records dating back to college - when my mother invented him. Before then everything I did was tainted by my father’s so-called “crimes”. The media has already figure out my current identity is a fraud, how much longer can I last before they learn the truth? Even the medical board has been calling me, threatening to revoke my license. Part of me regrets throwing my mother into the basement, I’d really love to have som

 Knocking on the door of the bedroom my father assigned Selene, I hear a dull thump and a sudden scampering sound within. Pushing the door open I scan the space, noticing a photo book splayed haphazardly on the bed as if it had been dropped there in hurry, and a pair of abandoned slippers on the floor by the headboard. However, I don’t see hide nor hair of the woman I came to find. Stepping inside, I call, “Selene?”Her sweet scent floats to my nose, muddled with a distinct tinge of acrid fear. Despite my sympathy for her plight,  my sweet mate unwittingly placed a hunt under my nose, and no wolf worth his salt can resist such a tempting offer. “Come out, come out wherever you are, little wolf.”I hear a muted whimper in the direction of the bed. Furrowing my brow, I realize it had sounded awfully low to the ground, and after a moment I understand. The poor thing was so frightened she&r

Frederic        I’ve been on the road for hours, following Selene’s trail East and wondering if she’s truly on her way to the Calypso pack. It seems like the only possible destination for the route she and her witchy mentor are taking, but I can’t imagine she’s actually headed someplace where she might be killed just for being a Volana.If I’m right there’s only one possibility: for one reason or another, she must think that Bastien is there. If I’m lucky, I might be able to catch up to her before she finds him. I know if she would just give me another chance and listen with an open mind, I could convince her to stay with me. I regret our fight on the street, especially since it ruined more than ten years of undercover work and exposed me to the pack, but I also regret raising my hand against her. Still, I’m sure I can make her understan