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.”

were in an alley a few blocks from here. You told

hands soften on my body as his brow fur

again, resisting the urge to reach out to him. “We talked about the news and

there?” Bastien rumbles,

| confirm gently, “She followed

sense.” He groans, releasing me and scrubbing his

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

sofa, “she has been behaving oddly – unlike herself, but that’s

of the Calypso Alpha sends a flicker of un ease through my veins,

help, but he’s turned out to be a monster. He wants to make her his mistress and

me or Lila and praying 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 to Elysium

if he’s reciting lines from a

Frederic have made

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

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ing, praying it will knock some sense into him. His eyes nar row further and further, until they’re

and resting my hands on his knees. “Arabella didn’t want you to see it, so

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

They can’t be true if we were working

the things you did to her.”

trying to hold onto my sense

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 a damp rag, trying to convince

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

he got the first time he saw her. “She has your…” He looks up at me in confusion,

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