Pregnant And Rejected By My Alpha Mate By Caroline Above Chapter 135
Chapter 135 Arabe Weaves A Web of Lies
Bastien’s POV
“What are you saying?” I demand. “Who is Selene?” The name seems to be ringing a bell in the very
back of my mind, but I have no idea why. Of course, if what Arabe is saying is true, I would expect
her name to be familiar. It simply isn’t possible. My father can’t be dead.
“Selene is your wife.” Arabe sighs.
“No.” Shaking my head, I raise my palms to her in denial. “You’re lying. I don’t have a wife, and if I did,
it would be you.” I’ve always nned on marrying Arabe, ever since that horrible day Flynn died to
protect me. It seemed like the least I could do in order to ensure she was always taken care of.
“Bastien, you broke our engagement when you met Selene.” Arabe’s voice is firm and steady,
overflowing with patience. “She’s well she’s a con artist, some might even call her a witch. She
convinced you she was a helpless victim of a wolf called Garrick, she convinced you that you two were
mates and manipted your sympathy in order to make you do her bidding. You killed Garrick for her,
and then somehow she made Gabriel order you two to be wed. I don’t know how she did it, but the
Alphamanded the union. So you obeyed.”
“How is that possible?” I insist, none of this makes any sense.
“As I said, she convinced you that she was your mate.” Arabe exhales deeply, settling on the edge of
my bed with a forlorn smile, “I didn’t stand a chance. You two wed, and left the pack for a while. I
traveled, saw the world, started looking for my own mate it wasn’t until learned you’d finally seen
through her act and were nning a rejection that I went back to Elysium.”
“A rejection?” I parrot, feeling as if I’m a bumbling idiot, repeating her every word. “But you just said we
were still married.”
A tragic expression crosses the blonde’s features, and her big brown doe eyes overflow.
“The day of your rejection, she paid an assassin to break into Gabriel’s office and kill him. In the chaos
that followed, all talk of a rejection ceased.”
“Why would she do such a thing?” I inquire, still not believing my ears.
“Because she wanted to control the pack, and if she lost you, that would never happen.”
She exins, “I also think
though this is just a guess, that Gabriel was starting to be wise to her deception.. she wanted to
shut him up.”
“My father is really dead?” I gulp.
“I’m so sorry.” Arabe rushes forward and wraps her arms around me, pulling me close.
I never imagined the doctor warned me you might have some memory problems, but I never imagined
it would be this bad.”
“What about my mother?” I question.
“She lives.” Arabe promises, “It was touch and go for a while there, but she found her strength in
time.”
“Not just anyone could kill my father.” I argue, still looking for any w in her tale.
“No simple assassin would be strong enough.”
“That’s the worst part.” Arabe nods, “She didn’t do it alone. Somehow she met your cousin Frederic.
My guess is that he was her lover all along, and she married you to get an inside track on the pack so
that he could take over one day.
First Gabriel fell and she’s made it clear in recent months that you’re her next target. I expect that her
n is to kill you and act as the grieving widow, and then Frederic will return to take your ce. The
pack loves Selene, so if she epts him, they will too.”
My mind reels as it struggles to sort through the details of this horror story.
“Frederic killed Gabriel, then you and Selene stayed together while you mourned, and in the meantime
she did everything she could to get rid of me. She pushed me down a flight of stairs, she burned down
the family cabin with me inside, colluded with corrupt members of the elder council, and when nothing
else worked, she faked her death and pinned it on me.”
Axel is caught in between howls of pain and growls of fury, but now he falls silent, trying and failing to
understand. “How would faking her death help her stay in power?”
“Because it gave her time to conceive a child with Frederic, and form the next part of their n. After a
couple of years she led you back to her, using your relief at finding her alive to persuade you not to ask
too many questions about her pup’s paternity. She told you a story about how I tried to kill her, saying
that Imitted all the crimes she actuallymitted against me to make you exile me from the pack.”
Leading me to the bed and sitting beside me on its edge, Arabe continues, “I know it sounds crazy.
But it’s the truth. I came here, and after a while you must have figured out that she was working against
you all along, because you followed me to Tartarus.” A haunted lookes over her, making my heart
ache. And the moment you did she sent more assassins to kill you, only she underestimated you.
You found me, and she failed only your memory was harmed in the attack apparently.”
“If what you’re saying is true.”
“Are you saying you don’t believe me?” Arabe sniffles, her tears starting anew.
“Of course not, darling.” I assure her, “I just can’t. I can’t wrap my mind around this Arabe. Everything
you’re saying, I don’t remember any of it. It’s not that I don’t believe you, it’s simply that I’m
overwhelmed, I don’t know how to process any of this. Yesterday my family was whole and healthy,
now you’re telling me it’s broken and I’m married to a monster.”
“I know it’s hard.” Arabe nods, “But I can prove what I’m saying is true.” Striding to the table by the
door, Arabe extracts a newspaper from a thick stack, before returning with it in her palm. She ces
a copy of the Elysium Chronicle in front of me. “This is from two days ago. You’ve been out for some
time.”
My eyes fly across the page, the lump in my chest growingrger andrger the more I read. The
article, which identifies me as Alpha and Selene Durand as my mate, summarily tears my reputation to
shreds.
“This is what she does.” Arabe confides. “She pulls the strings of every person and institution she
can to achieve her aims. If you ask me she probably set the fire herself.”
Blood rushes in my ears. “T have to go back. I have to fix this I can’t allow a person like this to run
rampant in my city.”
“No!” Arabe exims, clearly consumed by panic. “Bastien no. If you go back, she and Frederic will
murder you before you can set foot across the border.”
“I will not cower and hide thousands of miles away.” I inform her coldly. “I will not allow lies and injustice
to rule my pack.”
“I’m not suggesting you do.” Arabe assures me. “I’m simply asking that you think things out. Stay
here until you’re fully recovered. Regain your strength and return when the time is right. Do not rush in
blindly like some epic hero.
Heroes die, Bastien. You have to live, if not for yourself than for the Novas.”
“You’re asking me to stand by and do nothing while a witch tears my home and my reputation apart.” I
summarize. “How amenable do you think Elysium will be to my rule after she has free reign for another
few weeks, or months.”
Brandishing the newspaper, I im, “These kinds of rumors never go away Arabe, I might be able to
convince most people, but now that this is out there, I will always have people questioning my morals
and motives. I cannot let this stand uncontested.”
“You have to.”
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Arabe argues. “You have to let this lie go, so that you can regain control when the time is right.
You’ve always said that ruling requires sacrifice.” She reminds me, “This is just one more.
“I can’t.”
Surging to my feet, I begin to pace. “I cannot just stand by and do nothing!”
“You won’t be doing nothing.”
Arabe rises and rushes forward, taking my hands in hers, “You’ll be preparing. You’ll be nning.
You’ll be doing everything in your power to ensure that when you finally do go home, it will be for good.
You will get rid of that parasite, you will deal with Frederic, and you will give the Nova pack the leader
they deserve.”
I see the logic of her words, but nothing can change the feeling of dread in my heart.
“It doesn’t feel right.”
“Sacrifices never feel right.” Arabe murmurs, sometimes doubt is the guidance you need to find the
right path.”
Her words ring true, and I start at my old friend with love and regret. “I’m so sorry for what you’ve been
through.” profess. “I promise, I will make this up to you.”