Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

Chapter 184 – Selene Explores Her New Digs 

Selene 

If I thought Blaise‘s city was an atrocity, it‘s nothing compared to his pack house. In fact, Pack house is honestly a misnomer, it‘s more akin to a palace. That‘s why it‘s so easy to see why Arabella liked this place so much – it‘s full of the kind of gaudy excess and cruelty she adored. 

The worst part is that Blaise is still crooning to me as if I‘m a puppy, pointing out every detail of his horrible home. His servants, who all avert their gazes from him as if afraid making eye contact will cost them their heads, open every door for us as we pass. They race along side us offering re freshments and amenities, but I can see the bruises on their skin and the terrified look in their eyes. 

Every inch of the place is covered in wealth, and I can see nervous looking aristocrats glancing our way out of the corner of their eyes. 

“First things first, my beauty.” Blaise says, leading me forward by the hand. “We have to make sure you don‘t get carried away with that magic of yours. But as soon as that‘s done, we‘ll get you cleaned up and feed you.” 

“You don‘t need to contain my magic.” | protest. “You have Bastien, I‘m not going to do anything to risk him.” 

“Of course you will.” He chuckles, “It‘s in your nature. 

I‘m trying to keep track of all the rooms we‘re moving through to map out the mansion in my mind, but it doesn‘t do any good. This place is too enormous for me to sort out mentally 

“Where is Bastien anyway?” I ask, “what did you do with him.” 

“He‘s safe.” Blaise promises. 

“How do I know that, how can I trust you‘ll keep your word?” | demand. “I want to see him!” 

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you‘re very, very good for me.” He leers, “but not yet, not until you

a collection of collars and bracelets, and sudden ly realize that most of the aristocrats and guards I‘ve seen are wearing some version of the accessories. “This is how you keep people from defying you.” | think aloud, “this is how you keep wolves away from the moon. They aren‘t obeying you willingly, you‘re dampening their

“Of course none

of moonstone studded bracelets from the wall, more ornate than any of the other creations.

clapped around my wrists, I feel my magic slipping away as swiftly as it had beneath Arabella‘s shackles. It feels like it did when I had Luna, but hadn‘t yet tapped into my powers. It‘s

grins, “let‘s get you up

1. L. I‘m only mildly relieved to hear that my rooms are not the same as his. When we reach the fifth floor of the sprawling estate, he pushes open a pair of double doors and reveals a stunning suite fitted with every amenity one could ever imagine – until of course one sees the bars on the windows. 

sweep in behind us, leading me for ward and out of Blaise‘s hands. “You know what to do ladies.” He instructs them. I want her looking perfect for

simpering smile, I bat my eyelash es even as

as he sweeps out of the room, with the bearing of a man who‘s won the

Blaise might entail, I can‘t help but enjoy the first shower I‘ve been allowed in days. Once I‘m clean and feel ing ten times more human than I had a few minute before, the servants pour me into a skin tight cocktail dress and paint me in a heavy layer of shellac – one that covers the circles beneath my eyes and all the signs

leave me alone to worry in peace. Not one of them said a single word to me while they worked, but I caught more than one pitying look. Glancing at the clock, I realize there‘s

is Helene. She‘s wearing a servant‘s garb and a sad smile. “Well you clean

I glad to see you!” | exclaim, throwing my

a bag of bones at this point.” She cautions, patting my cheek.

get up here?” | ask, glancing

derestimated and going unnoticed is one of them.” Looking me over closely, she adds,

I‘m terrified. You have no idea the horrific plan Blaise is forming. He doesn‘t just want this baby for himself, he

gravely, “I sensed it was something like that. There is truly something

how to get to Bastien, or how to keep Blaise at bay. The only idea I have so far is to act fawning. For a tyrant who expects everyone to fall at his feet, he seems

likes to hear his victim‘ s pain.” She scans the room as we talk, seeing the world with that second sight of hers and making me ache with curiosity to know what she‘s discovering. “That part of him is both

destined to face him...?” | ask,

get the words out. I‘m too afraid of the answers she