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.”

him softly, shaking my head with worry. “We were in an alley a few blocks from here. You told me about the dream you had while you were sick last

as his brow

reach out to him. “We talked about the news and Frederic, Arabella tried to

was there?” Bastien rumbles, looking com

gently, “She followed you when you left the

He groans, releasing

something to your memo 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, she’s not the girl

behaving oddly – unlike herself, but

un ease through my veins, “what does

be a monster. He wants to make her his mistress and she’s terri fied

boun ty. “Then why are you still here?” | question, “If she’s that afraid of him, why haven’t

can’t go back yet.” Bastien announces, sounding as if he’s reciting lines from a play; things he doesn’t feel of believe, but somehow knows he’s supposed to

Frederic have made

together. He’s not even in Elysium anymore.” | recount, pulling out my phone. Pulling up the video of our confrontation on the street, I offer him the

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knock some sense into him. His eyes nar row further and further, until they’re little more

front of him and resting my hands on his knees. “Arabella didn’t want you to see it, so she must have made you

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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 so you could

to all those things. They can’t be true if we were working together the way

the things you did to her.” Bastien insists, making my

to hold onto my

into the camera, her sweet face smeared with chocolate even as Sophie stands behind her with a damp rag, trying to convince her

“I miss you so much! I’m in ‘sphodel with Uncle Rake and Aunt Sophie, an’ we’re having lots a fun, but I wanna come home! You’ve been gone too long and I wanna go for wolf 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

is smiling at the screen, that same besotted ex pression he got the first time he saw her. “She has your…” He looks

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