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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good for me.” He leers, “but not

of the aristocrats and guards I‘ve seen are wearing some version of the accessories. “This is how you keep people from defying you.” |

my long hair. “Of course none of them

special.” He pulls a pair of moonstone studded bracelets from the wall, more ornate than any of the other creations. “I had

bracelets are 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 as if my hands have been tied behind my back, and I‘m fighting with only half my

Blaise grins, “let‘s get you

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. 

to do ladies.” He instructs them. I want her looking perfect for me.” He chucks me under the chin,

bat my eyelash es even as my heart pounds in my chest.

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

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

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 only fifteen more minutes be fore our supposed date. Stalking out into the suite, 1 begin scanning the room frantically for some sort of escape, and pull up short when I realize I‘m not alone

of thin air, is Helene. She‘s wearing a servant‘s garb and a sad smile. “Well

glad to see you!” |

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

up here?”

is one of them.” Looking me over closely, she adds, “Are you

I‘m terrified. You have no idea the horrific plan Blaise is forming. He doesn‘t just want this baby for himself, he plans on breed ing me so we can sacrifice

was something like that. There is truly something

wringing my hands. “I don‘t have the first idea how to get to Bastien, or how to keep Blaise at bay. The only idea I

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

me I was destined

know whether...” | can‘t seem to get the words out. I‘m