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.”

inform him softly, shaking my head with worry. “We were in an alley a

powerful hands soften on my body as his brow fur rows in confusion. “How do you

I say again, resisting the urge to reach out to him. “We talked about the news and Frederic, Arabella tried to make you reject me but the night watch

there?” Bastien rumbles,

gently, “She followed you when you left the

He groans, releasing me and scrubbing his

when he retreats deeper into the apartment. “The things she’s been telling you aren’t true.

– unlike herself, but that’s your doing.” He accuses, eyeing me

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

a monster. He wants to make her his mistress

she never finds out about his boun ty. “Then why are you still here?” | question, “If she’s that afraid of him, why haven’t you taken her 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

have made it

my phone. Pulling up the video of our confrontation on the street, I offer

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breath as Bastien plays the record ing, praying it will knock some sense into him. His eyes nar row further and further, until they’re little more

playing on every news station the week you got mysteriously ill, Bastien.” I share, kneeling in front of him and resting my

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a vicious growl when he sees Frederic raise his hand against me. “Maybe you set Frederic

confessed to all those things. They can’t be true if we were working together the way Arabella insists.” I

the things he’s saying she did – those are the things you did to her.” Bastien

desperately trying to hold onto my sense of calm. “Go

to the next recording downloaded on my device, 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

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

time he saw her. “She has your…” He looks up

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