Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate novel Chapter 127

#Chapter 127 – Selene Goes to the Doctor

Selene

In the days since Bastien’s urgent call to get out of the house, my life has been turned completely upside down. After the sentries swept the house and cordoned off all the escape passages, we were finally allowed to return, but no amount of bodyguards or security measures can erase the knowledge that somebody wants to hurt my family

The thought of Bastien traveling alone in the Calypso territory with assassins lurking around every corner makes my skin crawl. I would always rather be overcautious and secure than under cautious and suffer for it, but I can’t help but think my mate is focusing on the wrong threat. He’s the one out there putting his life on the line.

His cousin can have no use for Lila and I – the only threat would be if my pup does turn out to be a boy. After all, he knows better than anyone how far a scorned son will go to avenge their father.

Still, there’s no convincing Bastien that he should worry more for himself. It is not in his nature to prioritize his own wellbeing over that of others. Even now, when he charges head first into danger, he always makes time to call Lila and me each morning and each night before bed. His calls are a blessing where my daughter is concerned.

This transition has been harder on Lila than on anyone, and she’s acting out more and more every day. At this moment the poor pup is in time out, after throwing a tantrum over the contents of her breakfast. Not only did she refuse to eat the waffles I prepared by her request, but she actually threw

them onto the floor and smashed them beneath her little feet.

I’m currently explaining the debacle to Odette while I get ready for a doctor’s appointment.

“Don’t let her give you any cheek. She misses Bastien and she’s upset about the baby, but she has to get used to the idea.”

“I won’t.” Odette agrees, “She’s testing her limits, Bastien was the same way.”

“It’s more than that.” I try to find the right words to express my thoughts without affronting my mother-in-law. “When Bastien was this age he wasn’t under the kind of stress Lila is. She’s spiraling a little bit,” i explain, so confident in my assessment because I’m feeling exactly the same way. “It’s really difficult to stay firm knowing how she’s struggling with all this.”

*Trust me sweetheart.” Odette assures me, “our struggles may have been different, but Bastien had his fair share of meltdowns. I’ve got everything under control.”

“Thank you.” I breathe, wishing I didn’t have to leave my baby. Turning to the pouting pup in the corner, I call, “Mommy’s leaving Lila bean, please be good for Gamma.”

“Lila whips around, looking horrified. “Where you going?”

“I have a doctor’s appointment.” I explain gently. “I won’t be gone long.”

The next thing I know Lila is crying and running towards me, “Take me wit’ you!”

“Not this time, angel.” I sigh, wrapping her in a hug. “But I promise we’ll spend some time together this afternoon, just us.”

“No!” Lila wails, clinging to me desperately. “I d-don’ w-wan’ you to go!” “I have to, my darling.” i frown, rubbing her back and kissing her wet cheeks, “Please don’t be sad. You’ll have fun with Gamma and I’ll be back before you know it.”

By the time I finally hand my daughter over to Odette, the sound of her cries have grown ear-splitting. I rush downstairs as quickly as I can, knowing the faster I leave the faster we’ll both recover, but I can’t stop the tears streaming from my eyes as I drive.

When Lila is upset this way it makes me feel like my heart is being ripped right out of my chest.

When I reach the unfamiliar offices of Dr. Ryan Chase, I find a much less welcoming staff than those at Dr Kane’s practice.

Everyone is professional and attentive, offering me the same privacy protections we received at the hospital, but no one possesses the warmth of my usual physician. Still, I agreed to switch doctors for Bastien, and friendliness isn’t as important as expertise.

I keep repeating these same sentiments, right up until the young doctor enters my exam room and begins speaking to me without looking up from the chart in his hands. “Mrs. Durand, I don’t like your

weight.”

I was about to tell the man to call me Selene and extend my hand in greeting, when his

words register in my mind. “I’m sorry?”

He glances up at me, wearing an expression that tells me he thinks my low weight is both intentional and frivolous. “You’re growing a child, you have to take better care of yourself.”

“Dr. I’ve been trying to put on weight as best as I can,” I explain, resting a protective hand over my womb”but I have a severe nausea condition. I can’t keep any food down.”