Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

#Chapter 32 House Arrest

Bastien’s POV

“Enough” i cut through the rising voices: Selene swearing her innocence, the enforcers combatively contending that the evidence is against her, Aiden calling for calm. “This isn’t getting us anywhere. Our priority is finding Arabella.”

No one quells more than Selene under the force of my tone, and I wish I could comfort her. My anger is for the enforcers, not her.

“Our best trackers are on the trail, Alpha.” A resigned Danvers promises, “I’ve already received word that the men you sent rendezvoused with the team.”

“They’ve followed Bella’s scent to New Town.” Aiden confirms. Then, using our mental link he adds, If it were me, and I wanted to frame Selene, I would take Arabella to Garrick’s house.

He’s right. It’s the only property Selene owns independently, and the last place either of us would ever go. Let’s go.

Aiden marches out on my order, no doubt pulling the car around while I wrangle the enforcers back out of the room. “We have a lead.” I announce. “I want everyone ready to move out in five minutes.”

Danvers brow furrows, “What lead?”

T’ll explain on the way.” I deflect, calling mother and the sentries back into the secure room.

“You’re leaving?” Selene’s small voice surprises me. “Now?”

“Yes.” I answer simply.

“What if it’s a trap?” Selene halts me for the second time. “You should let the enforcers go and make sure it’s safe first.”

I don’t even consider the suggestion. I’ve never run from a fight before, I don’t intend to start now, I need to be there for Arabella.”

*Please don’t go, Bastien.” Selene whispers, her cerulean and violet eyes shining.

“I have to.” Once the guards are positioned at the door once more, I command, “Don’t let anyone in until I’m back.”

“Wait.” Tiny feet charge after me, near silent on the persian rug. “You’re locking us in here again?”

written clearly across my wife’s face. “I promise you’ll be

outrage. “From what?” She hisses, sounding entirely unlike my mate.” thought I was the kidnapper. Why

blazes out of control. I need to ensure my mate is safe, and

the distance to my wife and drop my lips to her ear. “Don’t make this harder than it

this anything!”

or enforcer custody, sweetheart.” The endearment rings false in my clipped tone, “which would

we still have an audience. I have no intention of allowing the enforcers anywhere near Selene, no matter what other false evidence they find, but I can’t reveal this – not yet. It will be seen as corruption, and I need the investigators on my side until Arabella

threat hits home with devastating impact, and I wish I could take back

you call it,” I

Selene’s POV

think I’m hiding her? My hands gesticulate wildly as I pace in front of Odette “Do they imagine I’m such a villain that I have a

logic has anything to do with it, Darling.” Odette soothes, more alert than I’ve seen her in a long time. Providing

going along

Bella.” She asserts. “He’s always had a blind spot when it comes to

Where could I possibly put her? What am I supposed to be doing with her? There’s no ransom and no body- and I ve been here basically 24/7 since before she was taken, so it’s not

a look of dawning light on her face.

for putting it so gently.” I

into the bathroom and out of the guard’s hearing. “The cabin.” She murmurs, “The pack house isn’t technically your property because it transfers to any Alpha, but the cabin is in Bastien’s and your name. It’s the only place they could tie directly to you,

urge to jump up and down in excitement. “Odette, you’re

A sly smile stretches across her face.

this room since the first moment Bastien threw me into it. “How?* I

for some unseen pressure point in the plaster. “One

a hidden doorway slides open before us. Sweet relief

any danger – they

her foot over the threshold. “What about

:

worry about me sweetling.” She pats my cheek and flashes her fangs, “Gabriel wasn’t

are off.” I frown, peeking over a mossy boulder beyond the treeline of the

to rise to the surface in the forest, and being near them when

I feel a stirring in my own blood, a spark of fire in my empty heart. I don’t even feel nauseous