Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

Helene

When I wake up, still sprawled on the hotel room floor with a terrible ache in my head, I don’t pause to search for Selene or Arabella. I know they aren’t there any longer, and I know Arabella will be coming back for me once she’s done with Selene.

I sense all of this in the same way I sense that my young pupil is not in any immediate danger. There is no explana tion for how the knowledge arrives in my head, and I’ve long since given up trying to understand the magic. Wast ing even one moment wondering how I can tell that Selene is captive but unharmed, is one more moment I could be looking for her.

I have my suspicions about the she-wolf’s plans for my student, and one thing is clear: though Selene might be al right now, she won’t be for long. Gathering my few belong ings, I leave the hotel as fast as I can, instead driving to the apartment where Selene and I traced her mate.

I don’t have a shifter’s heightened senses, but I was watching when Selene ran down the fire escape earlier to day, and I easily remember she came from the top floor of the building. I can feel the presence of a single sleeping wolf inside, but I don’t want to enter and risk letting Arabel la come home and catch my scent. Reaching out the ten

drils of my power, I close my eyes and concentrate, sending out a magical summons powerful enough to rouse even the deepest of sleeps

As soon as the spell is complete, I enter the cafe across the street from the apartment building, and wait. It’s only a few minutes before Selene’s mate appears, looking deeply confused. I draw him to my table without a word, then stand to greet him. “Hello Bastien.” I say warmly.

“I’m sorry,” He frowns, shaking my hand, “but do I know you?”

“We‘ve met once.” | inform him gently, “but I’m guess ing you wouldn’t be able to remember even if I reminded you of the occasion.”

The huge man rubs the back of his head, “Yes.” He slowly agrees, “I’ve been having trouble with my memory lately.”

“That can happen, when you’re being fed memory po tion every day.” | remark, having come to this conclusion only after hearing Selene recount their interaction earlier today.

“What are you talking about?” Bastien inquires, sound ing suspicious but open to my explanation. That fool Ara bella has clearly been overdoing it. He knows something is

Litla him but she’s keeping him in too much of a toa

him to figure

are living with.” | an nounce simply. “She is making you forget all the details of your life so she can trick

brow, “I” ve known Arabella since she

since she was a pup then you know she’s a spoiled, selfish brat with a mean streak a mile wide.” I interrupt. “And you know she’s not acting like her self right now, and she’s been working very hard to keep you in

me in shock, “Who

this, young man. Does Arabella prepare your drinks for you? Does she make you coffee in the morning or cock tails in the

He confirms, the gears whirring

something that should serve as

counter.” | place a small vial on the table between us, filled with a draught I had the lucky foresight to concost while Selene and I waited

like this concoction?” He

mouth to show it won’t harm him.” There’s no risk to you if I’m wrong – either

don’t understand.” Bastien admits,

will.” | assure him, “once you’re back to your old self, it will

can you be so

smile, “I have a way

Bastien

the witch, and as odd as the situation seemed, I did as she said. I started watching Arabella like a hawk, and when I caught her tipping something into my coffee from a vial around her neck,

I’ve been able to remember more and more with every hour that passes. First it’s only small things, flashes from what I suspect is the recent past – of Selene sitting in Arabella’s apartment, of a little

first day I forgot –

my father sharing the secret of her bloodline and the early months of our marriage. By the second day I remember my mate’s death, and am only comforted by the knowledge that she isn’t tru ly

the way she said it did – even if my memories make me feel it’s impossible Selene could be the monster Arabella names her. The woman in my

me to

recall finding Selene and Lila in Asphodel, and see how hard she fought me when I tried to bring her home. She