Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

Chapter 192

Charta 19. -Lockdoen

Selene

I’m woken by the sounds of blaring alarms, the sound so shrill and horrible | slam a pillow over my face before I can stop to consider what the sound might mean. It’s not until my bedroom door swings open and a young servant girl pokes her head in, that I lower the plush implement. She pulls me out of bed and helps me into a robe while my head spins.

An alarm. I think hopefully, that’s bad for Blaise.

And what’s bad for Blaise can only be good for us. Luna answers slyly.

“What’s happened?” I ask the girl helping me.

“We‘re going into lockdown, miss.” the young servant an swers, breaking the silence her station usually demands.

“What do you mean, lockdown?” | question, “What’s hap pened?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never heard the alarms go off before, but the Alpha’s orders were unequivocal. The entire above ground is locking down, so it can’t be a fire or flood.” She rea sons, her voice hoarse from lack of use.

“Did you speak to him yourself?” | ask, trying to figure out exactly what’s going on. If it’s just a lockdown and he doesn’t know where I am, I might be able to get away. But if she was specifically sent to retrieve me, I probably can’t escape with out endangering her.

com “No.” She shakes her head, “This is just standard proce

dure. I’m taking you to one of the safe rooms.”

“Wait!” I cry, pulling her to a stop. “What’s your name?”

girl replies

always strongest first thing in the morning. This could be my chance to free myself, Bastien and my father at once. Helene’s voice rings in my ears, urging me to be

don’t understand.” Clara murmurs in

get you in trouble and I don’t know what you might risk by running, but | want to give you the chance to escape with me – if that’s what you

escape?”

guarantee Blaise and his guards are more distracted than they’ll ever be. So yes, I’m

Clara whimpers, “I have

.

me a head start.” I beg,

End, just past the park, but you can’t go out there!” She insists, “the

breathe, stripping off my robe and nightgown and pulling on a pair of maternity jeans, a black top and flats. “Please, promise me you won’t tell them where l’ ve gone. You never

of limp, her jaw slackens, and

girl.” I praise, dashing out of the

use one of the many secret passageways lining the Pack House for emer gencies, but Blaise hasn’t trusted me enough to

all gone to handle whatever disaster spurred the alarms. I’m trying to be as quiet as possible, but I’m also painfully aware that my scent is leaving

explore the mansion as much as I’d like to, but I know the southern wing has multiple exits, and I have to assume that most of Blaise’s security force have gone to the guard house beside the front courtyard. I have to pause at every other corner I reach, waiting for neat rows of march ing sentries to pass by before I

morning and blinding the few guards I do encounter. The rising sun blinds me when I fi nally break out into the fresh

with fallen shifters, and I realize my hopes must be correct. Someone is attacking the Calypso leadership, and I doubt it’s another pack. I feel a brief moment of hesitation as I worry I

I yelp in surprise. Struggling to escape the man holding me, I kick and claw and his beefy arms, so preoccupied with getting away that I’m not even

clear ing their throat, my eyes going wide as’l see a line of guards circling myself and my captor. There at their center, is Blaise, watching me with the sort of

sure I’m going to be sick. No. I think desperately, no, no, no. He can’t win

But clearly he can.

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