Pregnant And Rejected By My Alpha Mate By Caroline Above Chapter 177


    Chapter 177


    Arabe


    That was way too close. I think, breathing a much need ed sigh of relief. It’s only because of dumb luck


    – that my potion maker was stopping by to drop off my most recent order – that I even managed to


    inject Bastien with the sleeping solution.


    I suppose there was some cunning involved – I had pre pared the syringe and kept it in my purse for


    emergencies just like this, but i’d hoped I wouldn’t ever need to use it. After helping me drag Bastien to


    bed and charging me ex tra for thebor, my sketchy contact left as swiftly as he came, leaving me to


    try to sort out what to do about Selene on my own.


    Injecting enough memory potion into Bastien that I’m afraid I might actually have to start my n over


    all the way from scratch, I take a page out of the Alpha’s book and be gin to pace. Somehow Selene


    had convinced Bastien that everything I’ve worked so hard to convince him of these past few weeks


    was all a lie. I was only gone for half an hour, so I cannot fathom how she managed to do it.


    A little whileter pause my panicked plotting when I hear my phone ring, so I go digging into my


    handbag to re trieve it. However, when I have the device in my hand a mo mentter the screen is


    completely nk. Still an unmistak


    able ringtone is ying from somewhere in the house. Fol lowing the sound of the noise, I stride into


    Bastien’s bed room, seeing a faint glimmer of light between the mattress and boxspring.


    Pulling out a sleek ck phone from the bed, I see Drake Cavanaugh’s photo behind the red and green


    call buttons, with his name beside the iing call notice. Ap parently Bastien was right – Selene is


    cleverer than I gave her credit for, at least in part. She was clearly smart enough to leave her phone


    with Bastien so they could get in touch, but she must not have trusted he’d keep his memory be cause


    she removed the passcode from the device.


    It makes it only too easy for me to ess all her infor mation, including the videos she must have


    showed him to


    convince him of her honesty. Well yed, Selene. I think begrudgingly. Too bad you didn’t think to


    silence it.


    Wracking my brain, I try to remember the name of the witch who had been traveling with Selene,


    recalling that it had been something simr to her own name. Pulling up the recent calls, the name


    Helene Gray appears in multiple rows, and when I check the profile image it depicts the same ancient


    woman from the alley. To my delight I see that the two women are sharing their locations, and while |


    can’t be certain, I’d be willing to bet Selene is already back with her mentor.


    Laughing aloud at the irony, I feel my spirits lift. This day might have started out badly, but it’s sure as


    hell im proving fast.


    Selene


    I’m staring at Helene’s phone like a woman obsessed, willing the device to ring. I haven’t heard from


    Bastien and it’s been more than an hour, which makes me extremely nervous. “I shouldn’t have left


    him.” | murmur, “I should have stayed so we could face her together. Why did I let him send me away


    like that?” | groan.


    “There’s no use beating yourself up about it now.” He lene advises. “You can’t change what happened.


    All that matters is that you made progress. We know a lot more about his state of mind now, and he


    has your phone so even if she manages to overpower him somehow, there’s a lifeline to reach him or


    remind him of what happened.”


    “You’re right.” | concede, trying to shake off my cyni cism, “Though I should probably contact everyone


    to make sure they know they can’t reach me using it anymore.”


    Just then the screen lights up on Helene’s phone, and a text message from me appears. “Arabe is


    gone. I’m on my way to you now.”


    “Arabe is gone?” | repeat, my heart leaping into my throat with both excitement and confusion. “Does


    that mean dead? Or like he’s sneaking out behind her back?”


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    “I suppose we’ll find out soon enough.” Helene smiles, “See, all that worry for nothing.”


    “I know, I need to get out of my head.” I confess, “even now I can’t help thinking that it was all too


    easy.”


    “You’re too young to be so jaded.” My mentor tells me dryly.


    Luna is bounding around like an excited puppy in my head, positively overwhelmed with joy that we’ll


    soon be re united with Bastien – not for a few stolen moments, but permanently. “I still don’t know what


    we’re going to do about ise.” I confide, “I have a bad feeling that Bastien isn’t going to just get in the


    car and let me take him home once his memory returns.”


    “You may be right about that.” Helene agrees, “but this has also gone on much longer than he ever


    intended, he may see the benefit of returning now – even if he doesn’t


    give up on the ideapletely.”


    “Is it horrible of me to hope he will give it up?” I whisper, “I know L is in danger, but ise is getting


    on in years al ready, and we’ve made it this long without him finding us.”


    “It’s not horrible.” Helene promises, “It’s understand able. You’re afraid of losing your mate. But we


    already know your fated to face ise one way or another, so I’m afraid it isn’t a hope that will pan out.”


    “How can you be so sure?” | ask her, “surely your pre monitions have been wrong before… at least


    once or twice?” I suggest hopefully.


    “Sorry sugar.” Heleneughs, “I’ve yet to be proven wrong. But there’s a first time for everything.”


    Checking her phone again, I see the dot depicting Bastien moving closer and closer, and my pulse


    increases with every tiny flicker of the tracking dot. “He’s almost here.” | announce happily.


    I run to the bathroom to empty my dder before he arrives, talking quietly to my baby as I wash up.


    “Please be good while Mommy and Daddy talk. I would really love not to throw up on him in the middle


    of our reunion.”


    A knock sounds on the door as I’m drying my hands, and checking my reflection like a nervous


    teenager before a date, 1 exhale and emerge into the hotel room. I reach the bedroom doorway just as


    Helene opens the front door of the suite, and I watch in horror as she drops like a fly, leav ing only


    Arabe in sight.


    “Oh my Goddess, what have you done to her!” | exim.


    rushing forward and then stopping myself before Ie within reach of the she-wolf. As my shock


    wears off, disap pointment and fear rise up to rece it. Arabe clearly found my phone and was


    clearly alive and well, which means one way or another, she did manage to overpower Bastien.


    “Oh don’t worry about her, it’s just a little bonk on the head.” Arabe smiles, slipping inside and


    nudging Helene’ s fallen body with her foot, pushing her aside so she can close the door.


    “She’s ancient!” | remind her, “You could have killed her.”


    “Nonsense, she’s breathing… I think.” Arabe hazards, ncing down at my mentor.


    “Where is Bastien?” | question her sharply, letting Luna rise to the surface of my skin.


    “Sleeping it off.” Arabe smiles. “Did you really think you could undo all my hard work that fast?” She


    demands, stalking towards me, “y a few videos and have him back in the blink of an eye?”


    “Why are you doing this?” | ask, shaking my head,“ know you don’t really love Bastien.”


    “Sorry but I’ve already given my evil monologue for the day.” She quips, “Not that anyone will


    remember it, but c’ est vie.”


    “Fine, then tell me why you’re here.” | counter, trying to buy time to figure out what to do. I’m worried


    about getting too close to the woman. I may have powers now but she’s still a lot bigger than me and


    she’s clearly capable of bring ing down a wolf as strong as Bastien – somehow.


    “I came to return your phone of course.” She smiles fakely, “you identally left it behind.” She tosses


    it onto the couch. “Oh, and one other thing…” before she can finish I hear something behind me, and


    when I turn I find a grisly looking man entering through the door connecting the ho tel room to the one


    next door.


    “How did you-” | begin, but toote I realize it was a massive mistake to look away from Arabe. I


    don’t even have time to defend myself when I feel something jab my arm. I look back to see a syringe


    sticking out of my bicep, but the darkness is already closing in.


    When I wake, I’m in a dark room, chained up and pletely alone. I don’t have any idea where I am,


    but it smells damp and the air is very cold. Letting my head drop back, I stare up at the only source of


    light I can find – a flickering lightbulb hanging from the very grimey ceiling. “Well Luna.” I sigh, “I guess


    that was too easy after all.”