Chosen Just To Be Rejected by Jennifer Francis novel Chapter 43

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Bella

She stood in Alpha Aston’s office looking at the six small children, that had just been brought into the pack by the Wolfen Council. Saved from the black market and though they were washed and in clean clothes, they were all underfed and malnourished.

The smallest of them was just three years old and Bella sighed internally as she hunkered down and looked at them all.

“I’m Bella, the pack doctor.” She told them and looked at each one of them in turn, smiling gently.

“I’ve initiated them all, Bell.” Aston told her. “But not yet allocated them families.”

“It’s too soon for that,” Patrick stated “From where they came from an adjustment period and trust building will need to done.”

“We don’t have an orphanage.” She looked at Patrick as she stood up once more.

“No,” Aston stated, “but I do have a four–bedroom house available.”

She nodded “I can bunk in with them.” Bell stated “Likely they’ll need a doctor on hand 24/7 for the moment. I’m good with children, and so is Whit. It’ll be good for them to see a child that’s a little older, who’s happy and healthy, moving about freely.”

“I’d appreciate that,” Aston nodded “I’ll let Mala know, she has met them already, off to check that house

herself right this minute.”

Bella nodded “Whit and I don’t need much; he’ll likely be happy sharing with the boys.”

“Alright, though go and talk to him first, before I commit you to that decision.”

She nodded, and they all walked to the pack hospital, though the youngest one started to cry at seeing other wolves about, and Bella could smell the fear coming off of her. She sank down and rolled her Luna’s Calm at the little girl until she settled, then pick her up.

Bella understood why she was there, to help keep the children calm and be their doctor as well. Mala was out looking at accommodation for the children. There were half a dozen Luna–rank wolves inside this pack, and all of them could use their Luna Calm. It came in handy at times when Mala couldn’t be

everywhere at once.

Like right now, Aston was building trust with the children, as was Bella, and Mala was doing the Luna’s job of checking suitable accommodation.

Having many previously Luna ranked wolves also meant that Mala could be out there fighting, and Bella would be in the packhouse projecting calm over the children under the lockdown.

It was her in the packhouse because she had that aversion to fighting, all the other Luna’s inside the pack,

trained, due to the lives that they’d led. Which she’d found were far worse than what she had experienced.

Bellä kind of looked at her life with Parker as a blessing now, the way he’d treated her was decent, compared to the stories of other she wolves. The beatings and abuse other she–wolves got that had been sold off as Chosen Mates

She might have been sold to Parker. But her life had been normal compared to others. He’d marked and mated her, nicely and not by force, treated her indifferently but also been respectful, never once harmed her, or struck her, beaten or punished her, certainly never brutalised her.

He was not a cruel, sadistic man, and she’d been given a proper pack life to live, been his actual Luna, attended to all those duties, and been allowed to attain her degree, and he’d let her work as she wanted, she now realised.

Never even once forced himself on her, didn’t have to, she’d enjoyed the sex, still missed it sometimes,

though Reed was good in bed. There were no sparks of a Mate Bond. Parker was never a selfish man in

her bed, he liked knowing he could please her, wanted to. Her life, though she’d thought of it as being a

slave to him, she now understood, was not that at all. Not when some of these women had tales of actual

brutality and chained servitude.

Alpha Patrick gave her their files after they were all settled, and she sat down in her office to read through them. She hated reading some of the things in those files but needed their history to know how to handle them. She and Cody sat in her office and conversed about their state. Deciding together doctor to therapist what was likely going to be the best action to take for now.

She collected Whit from school that afternoon and walked him to the pack hospital as she told him about the children, and he’d stared up at her with a frown on his face; he looked just like Parker when he did that.

She had to shake it off. She told him that she’d offered the children to live with her and him until they were

settled and could be rehoused.

“Like brothers and sisters?” he asked after a minute.

“Yes, I guess like that.” She nodded “What do you think?”

“I’m okay with that, will have others to play with at home.” He smiled.

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