Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

Chapter 175

Selene

Helene and I waiter patiently until Arabella left her opu lent apartment at the city center. It felt almost like being a part of one of the mystery shows I love watching at home. We staked out the apartment for hours, munching on un healthy junk food and staring at the building’s front doors until our vision seemed blurry.

Finally Arabella emerged, departing with the air of a so cialite off on some sultry affair – dressed to the nines and slinking off towards the pack house.

“There she goes!” Helene whispers excitedly, “Go on now, I’ll stand watch.”

“Now, already?” This was all happening much too fast for me to process. I thought I might reconnect with Bastien in a few days, after an extended mission watching their apartment. I’m not ready to face him now. Still, my mentor seems only too eager for me to take this step.

“Yes now!” Helene scoffs, “This is what we’ve been pre paring for you silly thing.”

“Okay,” | mutter, drawing in a deep breath. “Okay, you’ re right.”

Dashing across the street, I follow Bastien’s scent up stairs, climbing flight after flight rather than attempting to use the elevator – on which I would have had to press every button in order to catch my mate’s scent. Striding to the apartment door, I heave in a few deep breaths, attempting to calm myself before facing my mate.

In the end I don’t even have to knock. The door swings open in front of me, and Bastien appears – fuming, hand some beyond reason and with eyes full of hatred, “What are you doing here?” He demands.

“I wanted to talk to you.” | confess. “I have a message from Lila.”

“Lila.” He says her name in that same dazed manner he had when we met in the alley.

“Do you remember Lila?” | ask hesitantly. “Do you re member me?”

“Of course I remember you.” He growls, dragging me inside and pushing me up against the closed door. “You de stroyed our lives. You tricked me into thinking Frederic’s bastard was my own.”

“No Bastien, I mean: do you remember meeting me in Tartarus the other day?” i clarify. “Do you remember talking to me and meeting Helene?”

“What are you talking about?” He demands, “the last time I saw you we were in Elysium.”

“We were in an alley a few

brow fur rows in confusion. “How do you

about the news and Frederic, Arabella tried

was there?” Bastien rumbles, looking com pletely beside

| confirm gently, “She followed

any sense.” He groans, releasing me and scrubbing his

ry.” | tell him, moving forward when he retreats deeper into the apartment. “The things she’s been telling you aren’t true. A lot has changed in the last six years,

behaving oddly – unlike herself, but that’s your doing.” He accuses, eyeing me fiercely. “Yours and

flicker of un ease through my veins, “what does Blaise have to do with

out to be a monster. He wants to make her his mistress and she’s terri fied he’ll force himself on her.”

relieved that she hasn’t told him about me or Lila and praying she never finds out about his boun ty. “Then why are you

a play; things he doesn’t feel of believe,

Frederic have made it

and I aren’t working together. He’s not even in Elysium anymore.” | recount, pulling out my phone. Pulling up the

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will knock some sense into him. His eyes nar row further and further, until they’re little more than slits as he watches. “What is this?”

is what was playing on every news station the week you got mysteriously ill, Bastien.” I share, kneeling in front of him and resting my hands on his knees. “Arabella didn’t want you to see it, so she must have made you sick

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I know this isn’t just some trick?” Bastien inter rogates, emitting a vicious growl when he sees Frederic raise his hand against me. “Maybe you set Frederic up

wouldn’t explain why he confessed to all those things. They can’t be true if we were working

did – those are the things you did to her.” Bastien

desperately trying to hold onto my sense of calm.

one that Drake sent me just this morning. In it Lila is beaming into the camera, her sweet face smeared with chocolate even as Sophie stands behind her with a damp rag, trying

rides and bake with Mommy an’ hear your silly songs.” She rambles off her wishlist in one breath, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. To finish, she spreads her lit tle arms out wide, “I

same besotted ex pression he got the first time he saw her. “She has your…” He looks

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