Pregnant And Rejected By My Alpha Mate: Part 1

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He went easily, though his eyes showed nothing but confusion. I closed my eyes tightly so I wouldn’t have to see his expression any longer. I was in neutral territory when I found your mother groveling, penniless in a gutter. I saved her worthless life and brought her here. I married her, adopted her bastard and gave her a home. She owed me everything! And what did I get in return?" He demands, spittle flying from his fangs. It's her, he thought, and it seeped into my mind uninvited. It's her. The girl from nine years ago. This is that same scent. I've finally found her. Look at me, Selene.” I instruct huskily, trying to keep my grip on her body gentle even as visions of dismembering her stepfather dance in my head. Then one rainy night I found a little wolf in a tree, and all my plans for the future went out the window. I knew she was my mate the moment I saw her, and though I still support Arabella, any thoughts of marrying her went by the wayside then and there.

No!" I just barely summon my voice, my shriek coming out as a whisper. "You can't do this, I'm your daughter! Don’t’ you care what my mom would think of you?"Come on, just tell me.” I encourage. “There are no stupid worries when it comes to being a parent.” She‘s near her mate. Her instinct is to change. It has to happen eventually – her wolf has never been free.

My hair was dull and limp over my skull. My purple eyes were the only piece of me that still held some semblance of life. Selene.” Bastien interrupts firmly, his silver eyes piercing through me. “Have you ever threatened Arabella, in any w ay?” There, sitting in the front row of the VIP room just to the right of the stage, was Matt Wallber, surrounded by various women. His collar was undone and he wore what looked to be a deconstructed tuxedo. His hair was raked and a bit windswept as if he had been running his hand through it. I come to stand in front of my ex-husband. Goddess I’d forgotten how handsome he is; how tall. It doesn’t feel right to be so near him without our bodies touching; it takes all my strength not to reach out to him. “Hello Bastien.” When we’re alone with the enforcers, I approach my husband, “I’m so sorry.” I express honestly. “This is terrible.”The lead inspector, Danvers, didn’t seem to be capable of grasping why someone would both kidnap Arabella and frame Selene. What was the point when they could kidnap them both? Why resort to kidnapping at all? If someone has a vendetta against the family, why bother with sabotage? Why not kill us? I keep waiting to die, going to bed each night feeling so certain I won’t live to see the sun rise in the morning. But my wolf Luna died first. She’s gone. I lost her, my only friend and hope. They were blessed with great power while they were cursed. The greater their abilities, the shorter their lives. My blood protected them from their curse Wha- but…” | grapple for calm but only feel myself grow more flustered, “You obviously think I did. Otherwise you wouldn’t be here questioning me this way. ”

This was the daily ritual, every afternoon. She would call for me, and while she sat at her vanity table, I brushed her long hair like a servant to her satisfaction. No one would guess she was my half-sister, nor Maria in the other bedroom... Finally he speaks, "Tomorrow I'm going to have my father put things in motion for our rejection ceremony." Why can’t you?” | press, massaging her nape and letting Axel’s purrs of encouragement vibrate in my chest. I was just a lowly half-breed, I was still trying to understand how it had come to this when I had been trying so hard to stay out of trouble, and now it had come looking for me.

The terrace curtains rustle, diverting my wolf’s attention. I drag my eyes from the document on my desk, eyeing the fluttering fabric curiously. The doors were closed when I entered my office, and no one has entered since. You never get used to being poisoned, no matter how frequently it happens. The pain never lessens; the fear never fades. Understanding what’s happening might save you some confusion, but nothing can ease the anguish of betrayal. He’s young and strong, and I am about as agile as a drunk, but he is still no match for me. I’ve been Alpha for longer than he’s been alive, I was fighting wars while he was still in diapers. Tonight I expect he will shift, and I have a fairly good idea where he’ll run – rather to whom he’ll run. Being an Alpha is also about being in control. He replies grumpily, Do you feel in control right now?