Pregnant And Rejected By My Alpha Mate By Caroline Above Chapter 59


    Arabe’s POV


    I used to hear stories about the Calypso Pack when I was young, about their beautiful territories in the


    far east and the unrivaled power with which they dominate the continent. From the time I was a little


    girl, strength has always been synonymous with their pack, and even as Gabriel grew the Nova pack to


    new heights, the Durands’ have nevere close to challenging ise Denizen’s empire.


    Everyone thought I loved Bastien much, but actually I never loved him. How would I love the man that


    caused my brother’s death? | just always pretended to love him, in order to achieve my revenge. After


    Bastien married the halfling, I traveled for a long time, always nning on getting to the Calypso


    territory and its capital, Tartarus, eventually. At the time I thought seeding on like I could somehow


    make Bastien pay for Flynn’s death by living my best life.


    What utter nonsense.


    A few years of wasted efforts courting other Alphas proved that much, and just when I was getting


    ready to travel to the Calypso territory to stage ast ditch effort, the news of the rejection spread.


    In hindsight, I probably should have ignored the rejection ande to Tartatus anyway. After all, at this


    point all my bestid ns have fallen to pieces. It seems no matter what I do, something is always


    going to go wrong.


    But I’m no weakling, I’m not just going to throw in the towel and give up.


    I chose the wrong ally against Bastien; one who was unwilling to go to any lengths necessary in order


    to achieve our goal. Somehow I don’t think that’s going to be a problem here.


    ise Denizen won’t have any problem getting one feeble halfling out of the way, and he certainly won’


    t hesitate to challenge Bastien for the Nova territories when the timees.


    The only challenge now is getting on his good side, convincing him to join or at least champion my


    cause.


    It shouldn’t be too hard. With the exception of Bastien, I’ve never met a man I could not fool into doing


    my bidding. This will be no different.


    As far as I’m concerned, Selene’s days are numbered.


    Selene’s POV


    Drake’s gaze is locked on me as we enter his office, scanning me head to toe for signs of harm then


    doing the same to L. He sends me a signaling nod, asking if I’m alright in the unspokennguage


    we’ve developed over the years.


    I return his nod, trying not to blush, and he visibly rxes.


    L, who is quickly getting spoiled by getting carried everywhere, wriggles out of my arms to toddle


    across the room, her plump arms outstretched as she cries, “Rake!”


    He kneels down, mimicking her movement so she can run straight into his hug. “Hello munchkin!”


    I nce at Bastien out of the corner of my eye, instantly noticing his white knuckled fists glued at his


    sides. His hands are shaking with the effort of restraining himself, his wolf clearly close to the surface


    as he watches Drake reunite so warmly with our pup.


    I can only imagine the thoughts going through his head, and I know the safest thing would be to sepa


    rate b and Drake. However I have the sneaking suspicion that if I cross over to join them, it will only


    make


    “Drake,” I speak the words as calmly as I can, “Bastien wants to talk to you about the bounty.”


    “Good.” The Eros Alpha agrees, “Let’s have it.”


    “Not in front of her.” Bastien snarls, staring at L.


    “Very well,” Drake says, crossing over to me so he can transfer L to my arms. “Selene and L can


    go back to their apartment while we sort this out.”


    “No,” Bastien snarls, “They know to look for them there, not to mention my lovely mate doesn’t need


    any more opportunities to make a run for it.”


    I’m rolling my eyes, however I appear to be the only one. I’d hoped Drake would automatically take my


    side no matter what, but his concerned expression and solemn words indicate otherwise. “Who knows


    to look for them there?”


    “Whoever is responsible for these,” Bastien grumbles impatiently, taking a small stack of papers from


    Donovan and dropping them down on Drake’s desk.


    With a curt nod, Drake signals for his Beta, Hugo, toe take L, and I feel a stab of guilt. It seems


    like all I’m ever doing these days is sweeping her out of rooms so she can’t overhear things which


    might frighten her. I know it’s confusing for her, and it terrifies me how often it’s starting to happen.


    “I don’t understand.” Drake admits once the pup is out of range. “Aren’t you responsible for these?”


    “No.” Bastien answers, sending shockwaves through my body.


    What does he mean no? I ask Luna.


    Before she can answer, Donavon produces a separate stack. “We’re responsible for these.” Bastien


    rifies, tossing the other papers beside the first. “My men have been scouring the city since dawn.


    They found dozens of these throughout Asphodel’s underground markets and along illicit trade routes


    out of the city.”


    “What are you talking about?” | demand, stepping forward. “Some of these are real? Denizen’s fliers


    were here too?”


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    “Yes.” Bastien’s voicees down like a hammer, “Somehow news of the Calypso bounty made it here


    before Elysium.” “And you can bet that if someone called one line, they called the other.”


    “But how can they collect the reward if you don’t know who they are?” Drake presses, frustration clear


    in his tone.


    “It has to be anonymous in the beginning so people will feel safe calling in, so they’ll feel empowered to


    share things they wouldn’t otherwise.” Aiden exins. “There’s a trace on the line, yes, but that only


    helps if the call is ced from a standard cell phone. Ours wasn’t, they used a public phone and we set


    up a secure line for future contact, but they haven’t rung in yet. We can trace it once they do, but until


    then we’re searching blind.”


    “So let me see if I have this straight.” Drake begins, circling his desk with determined patience. “You


    have no idea who reported Selene and L, but you’re confident they were also reported to the Calypso


    pack?”


    My heartbeat is pounding violently in my chest. That can’t be right. It would exin why Bastien has


    been so overcautious these past few hours, but I refuse to believe it.”


    “Not entirely,” Bastien answers. I start to breathe a sigh of relief, but stop when my mate shifts closer to


    me as if afraid I might bolt. “Yes, it’s fair to assume the Calypso line was also called, but we’re not


    pletely in the dark about the tipster: We know it was a man.”


    “Why didn’t you tell me any of this?” Selene demands, not bothering to pull me aside before unleashing


    her temper. “You’ve been letting me think this was probably some jealous she-wolf, that the only


    danger was if they decided to try and capture us!”


    “Until this morning I didn’t know about the Calypso fliers.” I rify, “And you were the one talking about


    jealous she-wolves, not me.”.


    “But you didn’t correct me, you just let me go on thinking it was nothing.” She exims.


    “I’ve done nothing but try to make you see how serious this situation is.” | bite back, frustration swelling


    in my chest. I don’t like having this conversation in front of the others; this is between us. “If I didn’ t


    share the details it’s because I didn’t want to frighten you more than you already were, but don’t you


    dare try to pretend I didn’t warn you.”


    She quells slightly, and I reach for her instinctively, needing to soothe the distress visible on her face.


    However before I can make contact, the sound of the door clicking open fills the air; followed by a scent


    | would know anywhere.


    Selene only has time to gape before my mother barrels into her, wrapping my mate in herforting


    arms and whispering a hundred hurried blessings in her ear. I’m surprised she made it here so fast,


    and as inconvenient as her timing is, I’m thrilled to see the corner of a heavy mani envelope sticking


    out of the corner of her purse.


    My patience only allows for a few minutes of tearful whispers, apologies, and exnations before ! step


    forward, pressing a kiss to my mother’s cheek.


    “Did you bring it?” I murmur, my gravelly voice low but not indistinguishable.


    Mom looks back and forth between me and Selene, obviously hesitant as she draws the envelope from


    her bag. The word: Confidential, has been stamped across the top of the thick beige paper, and I watch


    the blood drain from Selene’s face.


    “Do you know what this is, little wolf?” | ask, sounding more harsh than I intended.


    Her wide eyes leap to my face, undiluted fear dting her pupils. “Bastien ” She starts, grappling for a


    reply but failing to find one.


    If I had any remaining doubts, her reaction smooths them all away. My wolf rumbles with displeasure


    and outrage. I can count on one hand the number of times he has been truly angry with Selene, but I


    cannot me him in this case. Not one bit.


    “It’s time to find out who L’s father really is.”