Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

#Chapter 135- Arabella Weaves A Web of Lies

Bastien

“What are you saying?” i demand. “Who is Selene?” The name seems to be ringing a bell in the very back of my mind, but I have no idea why. Of course, if what Arabella is saying is true, I would expect her name to be familiar. It simply isn’t possible. My father can’t be dead.

“Selene is your wife.” Arabella sighs.

“No.” Shaking my head, I raise my palms to her in denial. “You’re lying. I don’t have a wife, and if I did, it would be you.” I’ve always planned on marrying Arabella, ever since that horrible day Flynn died to protect me. It seemed like the least I could do in order to ensure she was always taken care of.

“Bastien, you broke our engagement when you met Selene.” Arabella’s voice is firm and steady, overflowing with patience. “She’s well she’s a con artist, some might even call her a witch. She convinced you she was a helpless victim of a wolf called Garrick, she convinced you that you two were mates and manipulated your sympathy in order to make you do her bidding. You killed Garrick for her, and then somehow she made Gabriel order you two to be wed. I don’t know how she did it, but the Alpha commanded the union. So you obeyed.”

“How is that possible?” I insist, none of this makes any sense.

“As I said, she convinced you that she was your mate.” Arabella exhales deeply, settling on the edge of my bed with a forlorn smile, “I didn’t stand a chance. You two wed, and left the pack for a while. I traveled, saw the world, started looking for my own mate… it wasn’t until learned you’d finally seen through her act and were planning a rejection that I went back to Elysium.”

“A rejection?” | parrot, feeling as if I’m a bumbling idiot, repeating her every word. “But you just said we were still married.”

A tragic expression crosses the blonde’s features, and her big brown doe-eyes overflow.

“The day of your rejection, she paid an assassin to break into Gabriel’s office and kill him. In the chaos that followed, all talk of a rejection ceased.”

“Why would she do such a thing?” I inquire, still not believing my ears.

“Because she wanted to control the pack, and if she lost you, that would never happen.”

She explains, “I also think

though this is just a guess, that Gabriel was starting to become wise to her deception.. she wanted to shut him

up.”

really dead?”

and wraps her

*I never imagined

might have some memory problems, but I never imagined it would be

my

touch and go for a while there,

anyone could kill my father.” I argue, still looking for any flaw

would be strong

“She didn’t do it alone. Somehow she met your cousin Frederic. My guess is that he was her lover all along, and she married you to get an inside track on the pack so that he could

I expect that her plan is to kill you and act as the grieving widow, and then Frederic will return to take your place. The pack loves

to sort through the details

down a flight of

caught in between howls of pain and growls of fury, but now he falls silent, trying and failing to understand. “How

child with Frederic, and form the next part of their plan. After

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her alive to persuade you not to ask too many questions about her pup’s paternity. She told you a story about how I tried to kill her, saying that I committed all the crimes she actually committed

bed and sitting beside me on its edge, Arabella continues, “I know it sounds crazy. But it’s the truth. I came here, and after a while you must have figured out that she was working against you all along, because you followed me to Tartarus.” A haunted look comes over her, making my heart ache. And the moment you did she sent more

and she failed… only your memory was harmed in

you’re saying

don’t believe me?”

can’t wrap my mind around this Arabella. Everything you’re saying, I don’t remember any of it. It’s not that I don’t believe you, it’s simply that I’m overwhelmed, I don’t know how to process any of this. Yesterday my family was whole and healthy, now you’re telling me it’s broken and I’m married to a

a thick stack, before returning with it in her palm. She places a copy of the Elysium Chronicle in front

in my chest growing larger and larger the more I read. The article, which identifies me as

institution she