Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

Bastien marries me only for duty. I reject him and leave for good by faking my death.

Yet he goes crazy looking for me. He says he loves me when we meet again.

No! I don't buy it. I can't let him steal my child!

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"She's not yours!"

The front door was locked and deadbolted, but it only takes Bastien and his Betas a moment to break past those defenses.

As Bastien towers in the doorway, his silver eyes glowing with barely contained fury, I realize it's all over. Everything I've worked for these past three years is already lost; every tear I've shed and sacrifice I've made has all been for nothing.

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.”

Whatever he was expecting, it clearly wasn’t this. His silver eyes stop their hungry head-to-toe scan of my body, settling on my face and blinking in surprise. I can see the gears turning in his head, piecing together the puzzle of my presence here and replacing shock with confusion and anger. “Is that really all you have to say to me?”

I cock my head to the side. “What would you have me say?”

“I thought you were dead!” He barks, making my wolf tuck her tail between her legs.

Unlike my wolf, I have more than enough bad memories and regrets to withstand his ire. “Oh I’m sorry, did my funeral get in the way of your wedding plans?”

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Nightmare never ends

Selene's POV

It’s dark. I cannot see Garrick's free hand, but I hear the clinking of his belt buckle.

He’s my father. He whips the leather implement from his trousers and throws it away, snapping the end against my bare belly in the process.

A hoarse yelp escapes my lips. “No…! what are you doing? You’re drunk! Get out!”

His claws dig into the papery flesh of my neck, and a strident zip fills the air as he unfastens his pants.

A bolt of panic breaks through my consciousness as he began trying to wrench my legs apart. The thunderstorm roars over Garrick's heavy breathing, the perfect soundtrack to my agony.

Tears stream from my eyes as I kick and thrash against him. But nothing frees me from his hold.

Since my mother died eight years ago, my insane father has held me prisoner, poisoning me with wolfsbane every day.

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.

I haven’t had any food or water since yesterday, but I don’t know why I bother hanging on. What’s the point of surviving if I’m only going to