Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

#Chapter 101 Arabella Makes a Friend

Arabella

The Calypso Pack House is the most magnificent building I’ve ever seen.

It’s at least three times the size of the Nova Pack House, and if it wasn’t for the imposing fortifications surrounding the marble behemoth, it might be mistaken for a luxury resort. The mansion is built on a hill in the center of the capital city,

Tartarus.

Clearly the architect designed it so the Alpha can look down on all his subjects, never freeing them of his watchful gaze and never letting them forget their place beneath him.

Glorious. I think wistfully, finally, a true Alpha.

The entire city makes Elysium look like a third world slum. While the Novas seem content to remain living in the past – preserving ancient buildings, outdated traditions and muddy forests – Tartarus was built with only strength in mind.

The city’s towering border walls keep out any undesirables, and the few that slip through the cracks are dealt with in short order. The poorest members of the pack are kept well out of sight and out of mind; living beneath the streets in the sprawling underground chambers which made up the civilizations of old – before the modern city was built overtop them, of course.

It really is much better this way. The aboveground is preserved for the shifters who’ve earned their place, who actually contribute something to society. After all, the aristocracy’s taxes pay for almost everything. Why should they have to share the bounty of their wealth with those who won’t even make an effort to better themselves.

So many of my problems would have been solved if Elysium was organized this way. Keeping the classes separate just makes everything so much cleaner and more tasteful. I swear, as soon as I get control of the Nova pack, I’m going to

recreate Elysium in the Calypsos’ image.

I’d like to think I have a chance of winning over Blaise, convincing him to take me as his mate, but I’m not only doing this for power. Sure, I’ll take it if I can get it, but I want revenge more. That means I can’t commit to anything until I’m sure every bridge with Bastien has been burned. Worst case, I have to simply take Bastien’s pack from him by force – but we aren’t there yet.

I’m just glad my audience with Blaise Denizen has finally arrived. It’s taken me two weeks to secure this meeting, and I’ ve been trying to be patient, but it’s not easy when all my plans are at stake. Bastien’s cousin Frederic turned out to be such a disappointment, I’m ready to meet a real man, a worthy partner.

I’m wearing my best dress, at least the best one I threw into my suitcase when I fled Elysium. It’s red and slinky, showing off all my best assets. This Alpha isn’t going to know what hit him.

My eyes immediately lock on Blaise when I enter his audience chambers. He’s seated in an ornate chair on a raised dais, dressed in all black and looking so powerful my knees go weak. He’s a bit older than I’d like. His dark hair is streaked with grey and slight wrinkles gather at the corner of his eyes, but he’s in excellent shape and Goddess knows he’s younger than that gargoyle, Grigore.

I strut down the aisle, swinging my hips and shooting the dominant wolf my best “come hither” look. I can see his dark eyes glinting from across the room, and I know he likes what he sees. Then again, who wouldn’t?

When I’m finally standing in front of him, I lower my gaze and curtsy, waiting for him to address me before speaking. I can feel his eyes raking over my body, lingering on my full breasts and the smooth swell of my hips.

“Tell me your name, my beauty.” He orders, not giving me permission to stand.

Nova pack and have traveled very far

you for your life story.” He snaps, sending a shiver of fear through me, “But since you offered it, what brings you to

have a proposition for you. An opportunity to

Blaise standing out of the corner of my eye, but I’m too anxious to risk looking up at him. “Do you believe I am not already powerful enough?” He hisses. “You Think if I did not want more power,

Arabella Makes a

Arabella

Pack House is the most magnificent building I’ve

House, and if it wasn’t for the imposing fortifications surrounding the marble behemoth, it might be mistaken for a

Tartarus.

can look down on all his subjects, never freeing them of his watchful gaze and never letting them

wistfully, finally, a true

like a third world slum. While the Novas seem content to remain living in the past – preserving ancient buildings, outdated traditions and muddy forests – Tartarus was

are dealt with in short order. The poorest members of the pack are kept well out of sight and out of mind; living beneath the streets in the

shifters who’ve earned their place, who actually contribute something to society. After all, the aristocracy’s taxes pay for almost

organized this way, Keeping the classes separate just makes everything so much cleaner and more tasteful. I swear, as soon as I get control of the Nova pack, I’m going

his mate, but I’m not only doing this for power. Sure, I’ll take it if I can get it, but I want revenge more. That means I can’t commit to anything until I’m sure every bridge with Bastien has been

me two weeks to secure this meeting, and I’ ve been trying to be patient, but it’s not easy when all my plans are at

my best dress, at least the best one I threw into my suitcase when I fled Elysium. It’s red and slinky, showing off all my best assets. This Alpha isn’t going

dais, dressed in all black and looking so powerful my knees go weak. He’s a bit older than I’d like. His dark hair is streaked with grey and slight wrinkles gather at the corner of his eyes, but he’s

swinging my hips and shooting the dominant wolf my best “come hither” look. I can see his dark eyes glinting from across the room, and I know he

address me before speaking. I can

name, my beauty.” He orders, not giving

of the Nova pack and have traveled very

of fear through me, “But since you offered it,

for you. An opportunity to spread

can see Blaise standing out of the corner of my eye, but I’m too anxious to risk looking up at him. “Do you

101 Arabella Makes a

“That isn’t what I meant. I’m simply looking for an ally. Your biggest competitor

I can feel his heat. I can’t bring myself to look him in the eye, but he solves that problem for me, latching his

was raised by Gabriel Durand.” I

widen imperceptibly, and I feel a small rush of confidence, “I know Bastien better than anyone else. I know what motivates him. I know his weaknesses.” His hands aren’t nearly so harsh now, and I

Frederic

always been a cold woman. Even when Dad was alive, she was never the doting matriarch so many families boast. No, she was cunning and calculated, the perfect