Pregnant And Rejected By My Alpha Mate By Caroline Above Chapter 179
Chapter 179
Bastien
“You bitch.” | growl, ring at Arabe. Without my full memory, I can’t begin to fathom why she is
doing this, but it’s clear now Arabe is not my friend. The only reason she’ seven still standing is
because she has my mate, and I don’ t have the first idea how to find her in this strange city.
“Ouch, Bastien!” She pretends to pout, “You’ll hurt my feelings with talk like that.”
“Where is she?” | demand, “why are you doing this?” Axel is seething in my chest, begging me to let
him out so he can put an end to this woman. It all feels impossibly strange. A few days ago I still saw
Be as Flynn’s under standably wed little sister, now years worth of memories have reappeared in
my mind all at once, and I’m seeing her more and more as an unforgivable viin.
“You know I don’t remember much about my mother,” she tells me, “but I’ve always remembered her
telling me that some men needed a little bit of extra encouragement to get down the aisle. I guess what
they say is right – Mom my does know best.”
“Why go through all this, just to marry me?” I demand, She tilts her head back andughs, a light,
tinkling sound. “You know this never gets old. I thought having the same conversation over and over
would get really tiring, but I never cease to enjoy the way your poor memory al ways leads you to the
same ridiculous conclusion.” Arabe sneers, “I suppose after a lifetime of being told you were sooo
superior I’ll take any opportunity to disprove it.”
“What are you talking about?” I hiss.
“I don’t want to marry you, for you Bastien.” She an nounces sharply, “I want to marry you for your
power: Nothing more.”
“And you think this will make me agree?” | demand, brandishing the phone. “Why should I y into
your hands when I could just kill you now?”
“Because if you kill me, you’ll never find her.” Arabe grins, “I’m the only one who knows where she is.
If I don’t go by to feed her and give her water, she and your unborn pup will die.”
“… she’s breeding?” | gape, feeling both horrified and thrilled.
“You know she’s been a lot more forgiving than I would be in her shoes.” Arabe ponders aloud. “I
mean, if my mate forgot me and my pups so easily, I’d never want to go near him again.”
“That isn’t fair.” I snarl, “It’s not as if it was my choice.” Even as we stand here talking, more of my
memories re turn, including Selene sharing what really happened the night she left Elysium. Unbridled
fury washes over me, and it takes all my strength to keep my temper in check as Ara be carries out
her game.
“Well this is certainly going to be your choice, pretty boy.” She taunts. “You can walk down that aisle
with me, or you can say goodbye to your foul little family.”
“And after?” | hiss. “What then? You think we’ll just go back to Elysium like nothing has changed, like
you aren’t a fucking monster?”
“If I’ve learned anything on this little journey of mine,” Arabe begins, taking her phone back and
stuffing it into her pocket, “It’s to be flexible and adapt your ns as the situation develops. I’m not sure
what we’ll do when we go back – but whatever it is, we’ll do it as husband and wife.”
“Where is Selene?” | ask fiercely, “I have other ways of getting the information out of you – don’t
forget.” | threat en.
“You do.” Arabe agrees, “but how do you know when thest time it is I paid your little mate a visit?
What if she’s dehydrating to death right now? Can you really afford to tie me up and torture me when
her life hangs in the bnce?” She scoffs. “I’ve heard that breeding mathare noad aum
more sustenance that normal women – and poor selene with her severe nausea.” She pouts and
shakes her head.
“You’re lying!” | use, feelingpletely beyond my depth for what might be the first time in my life.
“Am I?” Arabe challenges, “How can you be sure?”
I’ve never wanted to wring someone’s neck more than 1 do in this moment, but I also know the
alternative to giving in to Arabe is losing my mate. I want to believe that I could track Selene even if I
killed Arabe now, but I’m in a strange city without half of my memory, and there’s no telling whether
or not I could actually seed.
“And how do I know you won’t just kill her once you get what you want?” I press, struggling to contain
my wolf.
“You don’t,” Arabe shrugs, “but there’s no doubt she’ll die if you don’t agree.”
“Fine.” I agree, deciding to y it safe for the time be ing. “I’ll marry you – but don’t expect anything
more from me.”
“I wouldn’t want it even if you were offering.” Arabe informs me coolly. “But I’m so pleased you’re
finally seeing reason.” Arching her brow and adopting a mocking tone, she adds, “Get ready honey, the
big day is already here!”
“What?” I mutter in confusion.
“You heard me.” Arabe says simply, tossing a ck tuxedo jacket into my arms. “The wedding is
today, so get ready!”
If I can go the rest of my life without getting kidnapped again, I’ll die a happy woman.
Honestly, it’s actually ceasing to be frightening and is just getting old. It’s also getting embarrassing – I
mean re ally, what kind of grown woman gets kidnapped more than once and still doesn’t learn her
lesson? My only hope is that Helene was unharmed by Arabe’s blow, and was able to recover quickly
enough to escape. My own magic isn’t do ing much to help me. Arabe seems to have had the fore
sight to chain me with silver, which apparently dampens my power enough to keep me captive.
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I’m also feeling worse with every hour that passes. Without Dr Lee’s medicine and Helene’s potions,
my morn ing sickness is quickly spinning out of control. Arabe had the decency to leave me a bucket
for my bodily functions, but even on an empty stomach, I’m only filling it with vomit.
I’ve got to get out of here – sooner rather thanter. Her flunky, that grisled looking potion maker, is
coming by every few hours and pushing food and water through apartment in the door, but so far
he’s seemedplete ly immune to my charms. I’ve tried talking to him and con vincing him to free
me, but it isn’t any use.
I’ve tried everything my exhausted mind can imagine – conjuring shadows, summoning moonlight,
even hypnotiz ing the man holding me captive – yet nothing is working. The silver is too strong, and I
feel more helpless than I have in a very long time.
It’s almost dark when I hear movement outside, and I try to rally enough to make another attempt to
charm my guard. However it’s no easy feat to be lovely when you’re spending all your time being
violently ill.
“Hello?” | call, trying to soften my raspy voice when a door nks in the distance. I’ve been trying my
best to learn all the sights, smells and sounds of my prison, but | haven’t yet discovered all it’s secrets.
I’m not sure if the sounds I’m hearing should frighten me or give me hope.
To my surprise, it’s not the gruff tones of the guard which reply, but a very familiar alto. “Hello little
mother, got yourself in a bind, have you?”
“Helene!” | exim, “Is that you?”
“Yes my darling, and not a moment too soon.” She an swers, “You’re about to lose your mate to that
snake.”
“Be careful,” | caution, not able to concentrate on her words quite yet. “The guard is due soon.”
“Oh trust me, angel.” | can hear the smile in Helene’s voice, “Your guard isn’t going to be doing his job
tonight.”
A momentter a bright shaft of light filters through the darkness surrounding me, and my diminutive
mentor appears, brandishing a ring full of heavy iron keys.
“How did you find me?” I ask with a rush of love and re lief.
“I have my ways, Selene.” Helene replies, kneeling down beside me and pulling a silver key from the
overstuffed ring. She inserts it into the hole in my manacles, tutting when she sees the burns the silver
made on my skin. “Poor little wolf. Always getting, taken prisoner.”.
“I know,” | grumble, atst able to see the humor in my situation now that the danger has passed. “I
might need to re-evaluate my decision making skills from here on out.”
“We could all do with a bit of that every now and then.” Helene reasons.
“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” I inform her with a wide smile.
“I have some idea.” She replies sweetly. “But that’s not a matter for the present.” She advises. “You
have a wedding to crash.”