Pregnant And Rejected By My Alpha Mate By Caroline Above Chapter 178
Chapter 178
Helene
When I wake up, still sprawled on the hotel room floor with a terrible ache in my head, I don’t pause to
search for Selene or Arabe. I know they aren’t there any longer, and I know Arabe will being
back for me once she’s done with Selene.
I sense all of this in the same way I sense that my young pupil is not in any immediate danger. There is
no exna tion for how the knowledge arrives in my head, and I’ve long since given up trying to
understand the magic. Wast ing even one moment wondering how I can tell that Selene is captive but
unharmed, is one more moment I could be looking for her.
I have my suspicions about the she-wolf’s ns for my student, and one thing is clear: though Selene
might be al right now, she won’t be for long. Gathering my few belong ings, I leave the hotel as fast as I
can, instead driving to the apartment where Selene and I traced her mate.
I don’t have a shifter’s heightened senses, but I was watching when Selene ran down the fire escape
earlier to day, and I easily remember she came from the top floor of the building. I can feel the
presence of a single sleeping wolf inside, but I don’t want to enter and risk letting Arabele home
and catch my scent. Reaching out the ten
drils of my power, I close my eyes and concentrate, sending out a magical summons powerful enough
to rouse even the deepest of sleeps
As soon as the spell isplete, I enter the cafe across the street from the apartment building, and
wait. It’s only a few minutes before Selene’s mate appears, looking deeply confused. I draw him to my
table without a word, then stand to greet him. “Hello Bastien.” I say warmly.
“I’m sorry,” He frowns, shaking my hand, “but do I know you?”
“We‘ve met once.” | inform him gently, “but I’m guess ing you wouldn’t be able to remember even if I
reminded you of the asion.”
The huge man rubs the back of his head, “Yes.” He slowly agrees, “I’ve been having trouble with my
memorytely.”
“That can happen, when you’re being fed memory po tion every day.” | remark, havinge to this
conclusion only after hearing Selene recount their interaction earlier today.
“What are you talking about?” Bastien inquires, sound ing suspicious but open to my exnation. That
fool Ara be has clearly been overdoing it. He knows something is
Li him but she’s keeping him in too much of a toa
for him to figure out the truth.
“You cannot trust the woman you are living with.” | an nounce simply. “She is making you forget all the
details of your life so she can trick you into marrying her.”
“What?” Bastien objects, furrowing his brow, “I” ve known Arabe since she was a pup – she wouldn’t”
“If you’ve known her since she was a pup then you know she’s a spoiled, selfish brat with a mean
streak a mile wide.” I interrupt. “And you know she’s not acting like her self right now, and she’s been
working very hard to keep you in Tartarus when you know you need to return home.”
He stares at me in shock, “Who are you?”
“I’m a friend.” I exin, “And I want to help you.” Fold – ing my arms on the table in front of me, I
continue, “Let me ask you this, young man. Does Arabe prepare your drinks for you? Does she make
you coffee in the morning or cock tails in the afternoon? Do you watch her do it?”
“Yes.” He confirms, the gears whirring rapidly in his mind, “and no.”
“Alright.” | nod, “you need to start. I’m going to give you something that should serve as an antidote to
any potion she’s using to keep you forgetful, but there’s a chance she’s
using something rarer than I’m prepared to counter.” | ce a small vial on the table between us, filled
with a draught I had the lucky foresight to concost while Selene and I waited for her mate to arrive.
“Take a few drops of this every day, but also try to avoid drinking or eating anything you don’t prepare
for yourself.”
“Anything, like this concoction?” He remarks, lifting the vial hesitantly.
“Here.” | take the solution back from the Alpha, and pour a couple of drops into my own mouth to show
it won’t harm him.” There’s no risk to you if I’m wrong – either you’ll regain your memory or things will
continue as they are.” || promise.
“I still don’t understand.” Bastien admits, looking very conflicted.
“You will.” | assure him, “once you’re back to your old self, it will all make sense again.”
“How can you be so sure?” He asks.
Shrugging, I offer him a wide smile, “I have a way of knowing things.”
Bastien
It’s been three days since the strange visit I received from the witch, and as odd as the situation
seemed, I did as she said. I started watching Arabe like a hawk, and when I caught her tipping
something into my coffee from a vial around her neck, I began taking the antidote the woman provided.
It’s taken some time, but as she predicted I’ve been able to remember more and more with every hour
that passes. First it’s only small things, shes from what I suspect is the recent past – of Selene sitting
in Arabe’s apartment, of a little girl with two-toned eyes and chocte on her face. Next it seems like
someone is taking an eraser to the fog in my mind, and is ridding me of my confusion starting from the
first day I forgot – six years ago.
I can remember meeting Selene now, my father sharing the secret of her bloodline and the early
months of our marriage. By the second day I remember my mate’s death, and am onlyforted by
the knowledge that she isn’t tru ly gone.
As confusing as it all is, so far nothing exins why Arabe is trying to tamper with my memory.
Everything! remember happens the way she said it did – even if my memories make me feel it’s
impossible Selene could be the monster Arabe names her. The woman in my memories is so sweet,
so genuine and lovable. The mere thought of her
dying cuts me to the core.
It’s not until the third day that reality diverges from the tale Arabe told, when I finally recall finding
Selene and L in Asphodel, and see how hard she fought me when I tried to bring her home. She
didn’te back to me, she ran from me until I literally hunted her down. And she didn’t try to pass off
L as mine at all, she denied it until she was blue in the face.
I feel as if I’m in the middle of reading a book whose next pages are nk. I can’t wait to remember
more, to re gain more of my proper senses and figure out why this is all happening. In the meantime
Arabe is nning our wed ding, suddenly saying we should have it before the week is out so we can
finally start our lives together.
She’s currently showing me swatch after swatch of flower arrangements, asking for my opinion even
though I couldn’t care any less about something so frivolous. When I don’t respond to some question or
another, she emits a be leaguered sigh. “Honestly Bastien, if I didn’t know any bet ter I’d think you
didn’t care about our wedding.”
She has no idea how right she is. Now that I remember how amazing Selene is, Arabe seems
obnoxious and va pid inparison. I’m spending everyst moment fanta sizing about my mate, and
wondering how I was ever con vinced to leave her ande here in the first ce. Part of me wants to
interrogate Be until she gives me the an swers I crave, but a voice in the back of my head – one that
sounds oddly simr to the witch’s – urges me to use cau tion. Wait it out. It encourages, just let the
truthe to you, then you can act.
Watching me with an odd look on her face, Arabe pales. “You’re starting to remember, aren’t you?”
She asks.
“What?” | feign ignorance, returning to the present so abruptly I almost wince. “Of course not, I would
have told you.” | insist, conjuring a small smile.
She shakes her head. “He warned me this might hap pen.”
“Who warned you?” | rify, “that what might happen?”
“I’ve been increasing the dose frequently, but my po tion maker said you might grown immune to the
effects af ter such significant exposure.” She frowns, seeming to ad mit her scheme so suddenly I can
only blink. “That’s why I got a bit of insurance.” She continues, pulling out her phone, “after thest slip
up, I knew you might need some extra encouragement to get down the aisle.”
“Be, what are you talking about?” | ask, truly worried now.
“Say hello to Selene, sweetheart.” Arabe instructs me
with a sly smile, turning her phone to face me. “I’ve been keeping her on ice for you.”
The small rectangr screen is lit up with a video of Se lene, who is sitting chained in a dark room,
ring up at the camera mounted on the wall above her head. Suddenly ! understand the lengths
Flynn’s little sister is willing to go to in order to get what she wants. It wasn’t enough to steal my
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