Seleneâs POV
âIâm not,â I insist. Iâm bobbing through the air, the door drawing closer and closer. Abruptly I realize Bastien intends to remove me from the bathroom, âNo, stay here!â I exclaim.
Bastienâs palm presses to my forehead and cheeks, âYou have a fever.â He says it as if itâs my fault. âAnd if youâre so ill that you cannot leave the bathroom, then you need to go to the emergency room.â
Panic blooms in my chest. I canât go to the hospital. I canât see a doctor. Theyâll find out Iâm pregnant. Theyâll tell him. âNo.â I object loudly. âIâm fine.â
âYou arenât,â he corrects me in a warning tone. âAnd you know how I feel about lies, little wolf.â
For once I donât give a damn about his scolding. âI wonât go, you canât make me!â I cry, desperately trying to wriggle out of his arms. Itâs no use, Bastien is too strong for me. I can fight all day long but we both know I wonât get anywhere. âLet me go!â I order angrily.
A warning rumble vibrates in Bastienâs chest. He abruptly settles me on the bathroom counter, clasping me by the arms and bending his head so I have to stare him in the eye. âWhy wonât you go to the hospital?â
I canât think of a single explanation that he will accept. Long seconds tick by as I blindly grasp for any logical answer. In the end I can only say, âBecause I donât want to.â My voice sounds small and pitiful, tear hover on my long eyelashes.
Bastien presses his lips into a hard line. âNot good enough.â
A moment before he moves, I realize whatâs about to happen. I jerk away from his body, smacking his arms away as he tried to get a grip on me. I can hear him growling, I can feel the waves of Alpha authority heâs sending my way, but for once I do not quell. I have something worth protecting now, something more important than myself.
Weâre a vicious tangle of limbs, but I can feel him winning. I fight like a wild thing, lashing out any way I can, including chomping down on his arm when he tries to wrap it around my back.
The force of his answering snarl startles me into a full on panic. The last thing I remember is throwing myself as far away from him as possible. I hear a loud crack, followed by a sharp pain in the back of my head, then all is dark.
The steady beeping of a heart monitor greets me when I wake, along with the uncomfortable sensation of needles embedded in my arms. My eyes flutter open, and slowly the sterile white walls of a hospital room take shape around me.
Bastien is already by my side.
âWhat happened?â I mutter drowsily.
âYou had a very high fever.â He tells me, brushing a lock of hair away from my face. âI told you we needed to go to the ER but you were very determined to stay on the floor.â If I imagined a hint of a smile on his lips, it was long gone by his next words. âYou fought me like a hellcat and managed to smash your head into the bathroom mirror.â
The beeping next to me speeds up as my anxiety surges. I might not remember it, but I know exactly why I fought him so hard. Bastien glances at the machine, mistaking the cause of my worry. âItâs alright.â He promises gently. âThere wasnât any serious injury, just a concussion and a few scrapes.â
âWhat else did the doctor say?â Please tell me he doesnât know. Please, please, please.
âWhatever stomach bug you had dehydrated you so much that fever set in. Theyâre going to pump you full of liquids and send you home.â Bastien explains. My pulse was just starting to slow when he caught me with a look I know only too well. âAnd when we get there you and I are going to have a little talk about trying to treat your own illnesses.â His voice lowers a full octave, âand biting.â
âBiting?â I squeak.
He nods ominously.
I shrink instinctively beneath his scrutiny. Whatever else has happened between us, at the end of the day he is still my Alpha, and I disobeyed him â attacked him. âHow much trouble am I in?â
Bastien stares at me, âYou arenât.â
Relief dissolves the words from my tongue. I feel a rush of affection for this man, the father of my child. If I was as sick as he makes it sound, he may have saved our lives.
âThank you for taking care of me, Bastien.â He looks as if heâs about to wave the words away, but I latch onto the hand still holding mine.
âYou never have to thank me for taking care of you, Selene.â He answers, his earlier warmth receding as he releases me. âItâs my job.â
His words send ice through my veins, erasing the warmth of a moment before. Of course, thatâs always what this was to him. Iâve never been anything but an obligation, a duty. An Alpha couldnât throw a helpless young wolf to the elements, not after a pack member took them captive. His guilt and responsibility forced him into this marriage, and if Iâm not careful the same qualities could force him to stay for the baby.
I have to find out what the doctors found, what they told him. A spike of terror seizes me, have I lost it? Is that why he doesnât know? The heart monitor speeds up again and I do the only thing I can: pray to the Goddess Iâm wrong.