Chapter 311 – Destined Bond with My Forbidden Alpha Novel (Alpha Alexander & Selene)

Filed To Story: Destined Bond with My Forbidden Alpha Novel (Alpha Alexander & Selene)

“Thank you, Peter,” Galen quickly said. “We really do appreciate it.”

Peter took a deep breath and then nodded to Galen.

“Do we need to talk about this pickle thing?” Galen whispered to Bell.

“It’s all good,” she said, shaking her head.

Galen looked as though he would say something else but changed his mind.

“Alright, let’s get this done,” he said. He readied the machine and grabbed the ultrasound gel. “This is going to be cold.”

“Abby usually puts it in the warmer first,” Bell said, pulling up her shirt and lowering the top of her skirt.

Peter growled.

“Bell…” Galen said.

“I was just kidding– oh! That is cold!” Bell cried out as Peter squirted her abdomen.

Peter smirked and moved the wand over her abdomen.

Galen looked up at the grey and black screen. He had seen it several times in pictures and video calls, but it was different in person.

Peter adjusted his position and then smiled.

“There we go,” he whispered and then flipped a switch.

Suddenly the sound of a heart beating quickly filled Galen’s ears. He drew in a surprised breath and listened to his son’s heart.

“And here’s the little guy now,” Peter smiled.

Galen looked at the screen and felt a swell of emotions in his chest as he stared at the small creature on the screen. He was curled in on himself, holding his hands in tiny fists covering his face, with his knees tucked to his chin.

“Guess he’s feeling shy,” Peter said. “Not sure I can get you a real face shot.”

“Galen,” Bell whispered.

With eyes full of unshed tears, he looked down at his wife, who smiled back at him.

“Talk to him,” she said.

Galen licked his lips and bent down near her belly.

“Hey Ren,” Galen said. “It’s me, your dad.”

On the screen, the baby turned, moving his tiny fist down to his chin and turning to face the screen. Galen let out a happy laugh.

“Hey, big guy,” he said with a shaky voice. “It’s so good to see you.”

Bell smiled, holding back tears of her own to see such a loving display. She reached out and took his hand. Galen looked back at her and smiled as the tears fell from his eyes.

“Thank you,” he whispered to her.

Bell laughed.

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Galen wiped the gel for her, ensuring he got all of it off.

“So, everything looks good, he’s growing according to his age, he’s not showing any signs of health risks or potential problems with the actual birth. Just keep coming back for your regular appointments and let Gail know about any concerns you might have.”

“So basically, keep doing what I’ve been doing?” Bell asked with a laugh.

“Yup, pretty much,” Peter smiled.

“Sounds good,” she said. Bell sat up and fixed her shirt. Then, she turned to Galen and asked. “You ready to go?”

Galen didn’t answer.

“Oh, one more thing, pretty obvious, but I do see a note from Gail about it, so just make sure you’re keeping stress levels down,” Peter continued. “Like maybe don’t punch people over pickles?”

“Har har, you’re hilarious,” Bell rolled her eyes. She looked at Galen, who still hadn’t responded to her. “Galen? Are you ok?”

“I tried to kill Selene,” Galen said.

Peter’s eyes widened, and he dropped the chart in his hand.

“What?” Bell asked, sure she had misheard him.

Galen swallowed and then met her eyes.

“I tried to kill Selene,” he repeated.

“This is the exact opposite of keeping stress levels down,” Peter sighed.

Bell stared at Galen with wide eyes.

Galen kept her gaze but said nothing.

Peter looked back and forth between them.

“So… I’m going to give you guys the room… Uhm… try to remember your calming techniques, Bell,” Peter said awkwardly as he left.

“What do you mean you tried to kill Selene?” Bell asked carefully.

Galen licked his lips and looked away.

“I held a dagger in the air above her, preparing to run her through.”

Bell took a deep breath and then sat back down on the bed where she had been laying just a few moments earlier.

Knowing him, knowing the person he was, it was apparent there was a misunderstanding of some sort. She took a moment to calm her nerves and relax the reflexive panic at his words.

Bell pointed to the small stool.

“Sit,” she instructed.

Galen did as he was told.

“Move closer,” she said.

Galen rolled the stool so that he was sitting directly in front of her.

Bell took a deep breath and then looked at him.

“Well, you’re still alive,” she said. “Which means you didn’t actually hurt her since Alexander didn’t kill you.”

“No, I didn’t actually touch her.”

Bell was confused.

“So… you didn’t try to kill her?” she asked.

“I had my weapon readied,” Galen said, he took a breath. “I was going to do it.”

Bell sighed, she reached out and touched his cheek.

“This isn’t the time to bury the lead, love. Just tell me exactly what happened.”

Galen swallowed. He looked down at the floor.

“I got a call from Clara,” he began. “She said that Nessa had pissed off Selene and that Fiona stepped in, but Selene looked ready for a fight. So I called Alexander, and then I ran.”

He paused, licking his lips as he remembered the moment…

Galen had been looking through the work orders for one of the sentry posts that had been damaged by Selene and Alexander after the gates had locked down.

His phone rang.

“It better be important.” He answered.

“Galen, come to Alpha Cain’s lab quick!” Clara shouted. “Nessa pissed off Selene, Fiona jumped in, but Selene looked like she was itching for a fight! I don’t know what’s going on now, but you need to get down here!”

Galen jumped up from his chair and rushed out the door, he made a quick call to Alexander and ran as fast as he could to the lab.

As he got close, he heard the sound of fighting and Fiona’s voice.

“Submit, damn it!” Fiona shouted.

For a brief moment, he felt relieved, but then everything changed. He felt something in the air, a pressure, a thick and heavy strain like when he had been forced to his knees by Axel.

Galen felt a sudden panic.

He rounded the corner just in time to see Fiona on her knees, clawing at her throat. The look on her face was strained, a silent, anguished scream.

He didn’t know when he had touched the pin on his chest. He didn’t remember when the chords had covered his body or when he had summoned the blade into his hand.

Galen’s eyes were focused on Fiona, on the look of panic. On how weak she looked.

In all the years he had known her, even as she struggled to recover after her accident from Cain’s death, she had never looked weak. But right now, at this moment, she looked frail.

Just as they had.

Galen raised the dagger above his head, his heart pounding in his ears, his rational mind all but gone. Only then did he turn his eyes on his target, just as he was about to bring the blade down into the back of her throat.

Only then did he see Selene.

“Stop!”

The familiar presence of his Alpha, the command in his voice combined with Galen’s utter loyalty, immediately halted his movement. A sigh of relief escaped his lips.

“Alexander apparently calmed Selene enough for her to drop her hold on Fiona,” Galen said, wrapping up the story for Bell. “Fiona called to me as she struggled to regain her breath, she told me to stop, and I let go of the dagger. After that, Selene seemed to wake up from a nightmare.”

“Wow,” Bell said. She took a deep breath and let it back out. “That is… intense.”

Galen nodded.

“Galen?” Bell said quietly.

“Yea?”

“I understand that seeing Fiona like that was upsetting,” Bell began. “But why did it bother you so much that she seemed frail?”

Galen looked down toward the floor again, he leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees.

“Galen,” Bell whispered, reaching her hand to lift his chin to look at her. “Talk to me, honey.”

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