Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

I thought I knew what anger was, I‘ve certainly felt pure rage on any number of occasions in the past, but this is some thing else. This is a righteous fury unlike anything I‘ve ever known, even towards Garrick after so long in captivity. I‘ve wanted to escape men before, I‘ve even wanted revenge, but I‘ve never wanted to kill – I‘ve never felt the cold blooded de sire to snuff out another human life the way I do now. 

Rising to my feet with an eerie sense of calm, I move past Helene‘s body and lash out my power, feeling it flow out of me more powerfully than ever before. Over the months we trained together, Helene always taught me to tap into my deeper feelings in order to bring up my magic, but it‘s never been so effortless as it is now. I don‘t even need to think about it, I simply want to destroy. 

For the first time my shadows and the white light | nor mally draw from the moon combine, traveling throughout the room like a bolt of vengeful lightening, and downing men left and right. It doesn‘t kill them, I‘m not even sure if it knocks them out, but it certainly stuns them. I do it a second time, sending pure electricity racing towards every guard I can see, and relishing the sight of them falling where they stand. 

Thave no idea what this power is or how I accessed it, it‘s hard to even look at – the shadows and blazing moonlight tangling together like glowing onyx. Bastien, Matthew and Grayson were still fighting, busy taking down all the shifters | couldn‘t risk targeting without hitting them too. I‘m not even sure if they realize Helene is gone, but I know once they‘ve fin ished dispatching their victims, there‘s still one man standing between them and Blaise. 

I‘ve been able to feel Blaise‘s spellcaster poking at my magic from afar since I first tapped into this new well of pow er, and the more guards that fall, the more aggressive he‘s be come. He looks absolutely petrified, holding up an invisible forcefield around himself and Blaise while he tries to figure out my magic. Unfortunately for him, he needs to understand it in order to stop it, but I don‘t need to understand it in order to use it. 

With great pleasure, I launch my magic towards his magi cal shield, astonished when I‘m able to see the actual air cur rents vibrating around his hands as my power erodes his own. He groans with the effort of resisting me, but his shield crum ples little by little, until there‘s nothing left between him and my blazing magic. It zaps him just as easily as it zapped the rest, and I‘m just about to turn the force onto Blaise when my knees go weak and my head begins to spin. 

me when I begin to topple over. Luckily for us, I managed to elim inate most of the barriers

he‘s seriously regretting letting me live. The Calypso Alpha

words are barely out of his mouth when Bastien at tacks, his energy seeming unwavered despite how hard he‘s been fighting since this all began. I suspect he‘s experiencing the same sort of adrenaline fueled outrage I am, and though he doesn‘t show his exhaustion, I fear he might

mate. It isn‘t much, but I have to hope it might help restore his strength, if only just a little. I can‘t tell if it does any good, because Bastien doesn‘t pause when it hits him. He moves with the

floor in a tangle of fur, teeth and claws, vicious snarls and growls ema nating from their snapping maws as they battle. For one terri fying moment, I see Blaise‘s

with their frenzied movements, and my heart is in my throat the

roaring every time one of them lands a hit. Bastien is larger than Blaise, but I‘m afraid

the ornate chair over onto its side and forcing a yelp from Bastien‘s mouth as his body lands on top of the seat‘s sharp edges. He uses his paws to push off

around the room shiver at the sound, his power so palpable that even Blaise stumbles in the face of it. That mo mentary lapse was all Bastien needed, taking advantage of the other man‘s shock and using the