Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

Chapter 166 – Saying Goodbye

Arabella

“What fresh hell is this?” I mutter, staring at the news coverage from Elysium in horror. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. Frederic, who is by far the most conniving wolf I’ve ever met, is on screen getting tricked into admitting his crimes by that little W***e, Selene. The worst part is that she drags me into it too, and he doesn’t deny a single word.

My mouth falls wider and wider open with every word that passes between them. The cunning b***h clearly knows they’re being watched, and she eggs him on for the cameras. A dozen questions flood my mind as their conversation escalates. How on earth did this happen? How did she even find out the truth? She isn’t smart enough to figure it out on her own.

Igasp when Frederic raises his hand to strike Selene, clamping my own hand over my mouth and knowing the answers aren’t important. The only question that matters now is how in the hell I’m going to hide this from Bastien. This is going to be at the top of the news cycle all week long – at a minimum. I can’t keep breaking the cable and making fake newspapers. Making a few edits to one or two articles is one thing, but I simply don’t have the time to do it every day. 

Not to mention Bastien is already getting too impatient to return to Elysium. Even if I can find a way to cover this up, he’s going to keep pressuring me to stop stalling and return home. He already sent the annulment papers to Selene, as far as he’s concerned every moment we delay is another day for her and Frederic to make a head start.

Even now, I can hear him stirring in the other room. I have to think fast, I have to find a way to delay him and hide the news at once. Desperation takes hold of me as Bastien appears in the doorway, and I slam my finger down on the remote’s power button.

His handsome brow furrows as he looks between me and the television.” What was that?”

“Nothing!” I exclaim, much too quickly. “Just more of the same nonsense they’re always spinning. You’re a monster, Selene’s a goddess – you know.”

“I know you hate it, Bella.” Bastien sighs, coming forward and reaching for the remote. “But it’s important I keep up with everything happening in Elysium, even if it’s infuriating.”

He pries the black rectangle out of my fingers, and I panic, turning and

Nat

a reporter sitting behind a news desk only has time to say, “the shocking video-” before I bring down the heavy glass on the back of Bastien’s

to the ground, unconscious, and I pull out my phone, dialing swiftly. The man who made me Bastien’s memory potion gave me his number on my last visit, a gesture I’m now eternally grateful for – especially considering the fact that I don’t

answers, filling me with instant relief despite his hostile tone.

wouldn’t normally trust

an unconscious man who needs to be moved, and

tells me, sounding annoyed and excited for such a profitable opportunity at

answer foolishly, wincing after the

price?” He repeats gleefully. “Well

Selene

know if I can

bathroom mirror, both thoroughly familiar, yet strange. Helene concocted a potion that would disguise my eyes after a few drops have been applied directly to my cornea, and we’re testing it out for the first

see myself this way, my altered image is not the cause of my unease. We’re supposed to leave within the hour, and while I’m still confident that this is the right thing to do, leaving feels much harder now that the time is

are taking Lila to Asphodel as soon as Helene and I leave, and they’re taking Bastien’s bodyguard with them. Still the prospect of

to the pack now thanks

by far. He’ll feel he has nothing to lose now, especially with the constant news coverage. In a matter of 24 hours he’s gone from a potential alpha to the

gone. I hate knowing he’s out there somewhere probably plotting his revenge, and I pray that if he’s watching us he’ll choose to follow

rubbing my arms. “This is not the time for doubts. You need your confidence

tears burn in my eyes. “It’s fear. I’m afraid of leaving Lila like this, I’m afraid

you’ll fight so hard to return.” Helene reminds me. “You have something to live for, something that Blaise never