Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate novel Chapter 118

#Chapter 118 – Dr’s Appointment

Selene

Frowning at my reflection, I try to focus my attention inward, reaching deep to try and access the well of my powers. I’ve been working at it every day, wanting to learn how to do more than send out a few random energy bursts. I want to figure out how to do all the things I read about in Odette’s books, and Bastien has been encouraging me to practice as much as possible – so long as stay far away from the pool.

I’ve turned the lights down low, staring determinedly at the shadows and begging them to bend to my will. Of course they don’t budge one bit, they remain stubbornly fixed in the nooks and corners of our walk in closet.

Grumbling with frustration, I try to take a few deep breaths and reset, but Bastien rounds the corner before I can, no doubt summoned by my disgruntled noises. “What’s wrong, little wolf?” He asks, not stopping until I’m completely wrapped in his arms.

“I’m trying to bend the stupid shadows and it’s not working. It seems like everything I try today is just bound to fail.” I complain.

I’m expecting a speech offering support and encouragement, instead I find my husband’s brow furrowed in worry. “Sweetheart, I think you should hold off practicing your powers for a while.”

“What?” I question in surprise. “What happened to, the more you’re able to defend yourself, the better’?”

“We don’t know how any of this might affect the baby.” Bastien answers simply. “I don’t think we should risk it.”

I hadn’t thought of that. I admit to Luna, suddenly awash with anxiety.

I’m sure it’s fine. My wolf answers. The powers are a part of us. So is the pup. Surely they can’t harm it.

I’d like to think that too. I agree, but I know so little about all this… Bastien’s probably right.

“We can ask the doctor.” I decide, rubbing a hand over my cloth-covered belly. My appointment is later this afternoon, and Bastien cleared his schedule so he could come along. I had been looking forward to getting my first ultrasound, now I’m overflowing with eagerness to find out if I can continue training.

“No.” Bastien replies sharply, bursting my bubble. “I don’t want anyone outside of the family to know about your powers, Selene.”

“Then how else am I going to find out whether it’s safe?” I argue.

“We’ll keep researching and just feel things out as we go along.” He states, as if we’ve had a long discussion on the matter and landed at this decision together.

“Oh really?” I reply, “That’s what we’re going to do?”

“That’s what I think we should do.” My mate amends gently. “We can’t risk the information getting out, and we can’t risk you or the baby.”

“Bastien I knocked out a she-wolf in full public view last week.” I remind him sardonically, “I think people are going to find out about my powers one way or another.”

*They don’t know what they saw at the festival.” Bastien claims, and I don’t mind them knowing once you have full control over them, but until then you’re vulnerable… until Blaise is dealt with, we have to keep them quiet.”

“Why do you keep saying that?” I ask, a knot forming in my stomach, “What are you planning to do about Blaise, how are you going to deal with him?”

“We can talk about that later.” My husband promises, not comforting me one bit. “For now let’s just enjoy this moment. In a few hours we’re going to have our first picture of the baby.” He reminds me excitedly.

“Alright.” I concede, “just promise me we will talk about it?”

Bastien’s face falls, and my apprehension grows. “I promise. Before the week is out.”

At the hospital, a thoughtful nurse sweeps us into a private room before anyone can see us in the OBGYN’s waiting room. Soon enough the media will get their hands on the story anyway, Selene’s scent announces the news wherever she goes, but I want to keep it quiet for as long as possible. While Selene changes and patiently submits to the nurse’s vital tests, I stroll around the strange office, studying all the diagrams and anatomical models depicting the various stages of pregnancy. It’s not until a familiar scent reaches my nose that I draw my attention away.

When Dr Kane enters the room, Selene offers him a wide smile. “Dr Kane, it’s so good to see you!”

“You too.” He exclaims, “Especially since we all thought you were dead.”

“Right.” Selene flushes, “well, luckily I’m not.” “Very luckily.” The doctor grins, “And I see congratulations are in order! You’re going to be parents – again.” “I’m sorry, Dr Kane.” I interrupt, confused as to why the man is here. “You’re not an obstetrician.”