Bastien’s POV
The first thing I see is the fear on Selene’s face. Fear I hate myself for causing. She’s backed into a corner, appearing so much more like the lost little wolf I pulled from a tree, than the confident woman I met today.
It takes all my strength to pull my eyes from Selene’s haunted expression and survey the rest of the scene, at which point I realize why she’s in the corner. The tiny body is visible even now, with pint-sized hands clutching her skirt and a gleaming pair of two-toned eyes peeking out from behind her leg.
Mate, Axel croons with satisfaction. And mate’s pup. Mine, both mine.
We don’t know who that pup belongs to yet. I caution him, though I cannot help but feel drawn to the tiny creature in a way I can’t explain.
I don’t care who she belonged to. He growl
