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

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 patient, but only a fool would ignore such

I don’t understand.” Clara murmurs in

“I don’t want to get you in trouble and I don’t

going to escape?” She

what’s going on right now, but I guarantee Blaise and his guards are more distracted than they’ll

– I can’t.” Clara whimpers, “I have

.

I beg,

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

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 saw me.” | state firmly, forcing a bit of hypnotic

limp, her jaw slackens, and she repeats, “I

praise, dashing out

might have been able to use one of the many secret passageways lining the Pack House for emer gencies, but Blaise hasn’t trusted me enough to tell me about any such precautions in his mansion, so I dart down the halls, hugging

and I have to think that they’ve 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 a trail behind me and anyone seeking to find me will be able to follow it with little

been able to 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 continue on. Something seri ous is definitely going down for Blaise’s security forces to be mobilizing this way, and I can only pray this is

blinds me when I fi nally break out into the fresh air, feeling a rush of exhilaration to think I’m finally out of the Alpha’s palace. It almost

Someone is attacking the Calypso leadership, and I doubt it’s another pack. I feel a brief moment of hesitation as I worry I might be mistaken for one of Blaise’s devoted followers and make my self a target,

away when something or someone huge grabs me from behind, lifting my feet off the ground as I yelp in surprise. Struggling to

wide as’l see a line of guards circling myself and my captor. There

sure I’m going to be sick. No. I think

But clearly he can.

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