Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate novel Chapter 38

Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate Chapter 38

Chapter 38 Marriage Proposal

Odette’s POV

“I swear to the Goddess.” Donavon crumples the magazine in his hand, lobbing it at the wall, “Where do they get this shit?”

The shiny pages slacken as it falls, brightly colored tabloid headlines peeking out of the wrinkled ball of paper, “Alpha’s secret love child.”

Unfortunately I have an idea where these rumors are coming from. I’ve seen the way Arabella looks at my son, and I can’t stop hearing Selene’s last words to me: She really hates me. She’s attempted worse. Half an hour later my daughter-in law was dead, then Arabella was miraculously found unharmed a few days later – with an iron-clad alibi for her whereabouts at the time of the

fire

Even so, those are not the kinds of accusations one makes without evidence, and a few words from Selene in the height of a very stressful moment isn’t reliable intelligence. I could have completely misinterpreted her meaning. “Does Bastien know?” i query. gesturing to the tabloid.

“He hasn’t left his rooms since the fire.” Donavon reminds me, shaking his head. And he’s not speaking to anyone.”

I understand better than anyone. The only reason I can get myself out of bed in the morning is because Bastien needs me so badly. I’ve been letting him mourn while I run the pack, not that anyone knows what’s happening behind the scenes. However the situation in Elysium is deteriorating without his leadership, and the rumor mill is out of control.

What’s more, I’m deeply afraid that Bastien cannot go on like this much longer. Young as he is, losing a mate can kill a wolf of any age, and as much as I want to give him time to heal, I can’t risk letting him grieve himself to death.

“That’s not all, ma’am.” Donavon says, pulling my attention from the magazine. “We also received a letter from the Elder Council. They want Bastien to increase the frequency of his security reports.”

“They’ve been weekly since Gabriel’s murder.” I scoff, “What do they want, a daily update?”

The Beta purses his lips and raises his eyebrows, confirming my guess.

“That’s ridiculous.” I snap, “They’ve never had that kind of oversight before.”

*Clearly they want to use Selene’s death to bolster their own power.” Donavon complains, “frankly I’d like to tell them where they can shove their reports.”

“I’ll talk to Bastien.” I resolve, “he’s got to come back to work, we cannot cave to this sort of pressure.”

The large man grimaces, “be careful, Odette.”

I straighten my spine, giving my old friend an imperious glare, “I’m his mother, he can huff and puff all he wants, but he won’t follow through.”

“He’s not your son right now,” Donavon relates gently. “He’s an Alpha who lost his mate. Pushing him is dangerous.”

I notch my chin up. “He’s not the only alpha who’s lost his mate, Donavon. And I’ve had more time to heal.”

The apartment is such a mess my first instinct is to douse the entire space in bleach, starting with my son. The air is perfumed with an unsavory blend of hard liquor, dirty laundry, spoiled food and even from the other side of the doorway, I can smell the many days Bastien has gone without showering.

It takes all my strength not to immediately gather a garbage bag and begin filling it on my way through the space, but I maintain my focus and head straight for the giant unwashed wolf in the center of the living room.

He’s unconscious on the couch, his golden skin grimy and his jaw covered with weeks’ worth of stubble. An empty bottle of whiskey dangles from his limp hand, and the table in front of him is scattered with beer cans. He wears only a pair of sweatpants, and the weight he’s lost in the last few weeks is noticeable.

I reach for his shoulder, but his massive hand closes around my wrist before I can touch him. His powerful fingers dig into my skin, and my attention leaps to his face. His eyes are wild, staring at me without recognition. “Sweetheart, you’re hurting me.” I tell

him softly.

My voice jogs a bit of recognition into his hard features, and he slackens his hold. “Mom?”

“The one and only.” I confirm.

Bastien sits up and rubs his eyes, “I’m sorry, you startled me.”

His expression is suddenly so similar to the one he made when he was little and wanted to escape a bath, I have to bite my lip to keep myself from smiling. “Do I have to?”

The gears of my brain turn rapidly as I search for the right thing to say – a hopeless quest. Empty comfort and denials won’t help. If Selene truly rejected him, no one will ever be able to convince him she was wrong. Platitudes and cliches won’t work either. There is no soothing this kind of sorrow.