Pregnant And Rejected By My Alpha Mate By Caroline Above Chapter 180
Chapter 180 – Wedding Bello
Bastien
I never thought much about my wedding when I was a boy. I imagined it once or twice, trying to picture
my fated mate in my mind and hoping my love would be as strong as my parents’, but in all my
boyhood fantasies, I never dreamed I would be standing at an altar with so much dread. Even after I
reconciled myself to the idea of marry ing Arabe, I didn’t imagine such a bleak future. Loveless
maybe,cking any true heart – undoubtedly, but not a
tragedy, not the disaster it has clearly be.
Every moment that passes, my wolf urges me to kill the girl-I once vowed to protect with my own life, so
furious am I about her betrayal. Still, I cannoty a hand on her without also losing my true mate. The
more time that passes, the more I remember. I can now recall learning about Arabe’s schemes,
discovering that L is my child after all, and even remarrying Selene. I remember all of our fights, all of
our struggles, though I still cannot recall how I was ever con vinced to leave them ande to this
horrible ce.
The only thing I can fathom is that I came here after finding out Selene is breeding again, though I can’t
imagine ever agreeing to allow her toe with me. The worst part of all is knowing that she’s been
suffering while I’ve been buying into Arabe’s schemes. I’ll never forgive myself if anything happens to
her.
Arabe has nned everyst detail of this day, from her dress to the flower arrangements and our
vows. I didn’t contribute a single word, but I know this is all a waiting game. I will never im Arabe
as a true wife, and the mo ment I can dissolve this false union – I dly will.
However for the time being I’m stuck standing at the end of a long aisle watching her march towards
me to the tired old tune they use in the movies. The affair couldn’t be more different from my weddings
to Selene. They had tak en ce outdoors in the forest we both love, under the glow of the moon and
stars, with a few close members of our family looking on. They had been small but full of love and light.
On the other hand, this ceremony is absent of any guests or well wishers, yet sopletely overdone
it’sughable. It’s a perfect reflection of Arabe: gaudy, lone ly, andcking any and all heart.
When Arabe finally reaches the end of the aisle, she offers me a lethal grin. “Smile Bastien, this is a
happy event.”
“The moment we‘re done here, I want Selene released.” | order, not bothering to fake a smile for the
officiant.
“Oh I don’t know about that.” Arabe hedges, “If she’s released then I won’t have any more insurance
to keep you in line.”
“Our deal was –
*Our deal was that if you were a good boy and walked down the aisle withoutint, I wouldn’t let
her die.” She interrupts. “I never said I’d let her go.”
“So what, you’re just going to keep her prisoner for the rest of your life?” I hiss
“If I have to.” Arabe shrugs, it really depends on you. The way she’s treated will be decided by how
well you do your job. Now stop arguing with me, we only have the oth ciant for another half hour.”
The man in question is looking back and forth between us with confusion and mild horror, but he makes
no ment. I suppose things in Tartarus are so bleak that even this strange affair cannot phase him.
He begins walking Arabe through her vows with all the passion of a funeral director, and my horrible
bride smiles and parrots back his words as looking as thrilled as the cat that ate the canary
The othciant is turning towards me when I hear a crash from the back of the church.
“Stop!” i’d know that voice anywhere. No matter what Arabe has done to my memory – no matter
what has happened between us.
“Selene!” Whirling around, I see my beautiful mate standing framed in the open doors of the church, a
ring of blinding gold light surrounding her body.
Arabe screeches with rage, “What! How!”
I don’t give her a second look, I’m already running to wards my mate, overflowing with relief. “Are you
alright?” || question when I reach her, looking her over worriedly. Her skin is pale and she has great
dark circles beneath her two toned eyes, but she looks alright otherwise.
“I’m fine.” She promises, looking suddenly very nervous. “Do… do you remember me?”
“I remember you.” | confirm, framing her lovely face be tween my hands. “I don’t know how I could have
ever for gotten – I’m so sorry little wolf.”
I move to kiss her, but she puts one small hand on my chest, “You don’t want to do that – I’ve been
puking in a dark cell without a toothbrush for three days.”
Rage pours out of me in waves as I look down at her belly, taking in the soft curve beneath her dress.
Seeing her this way seems to snap the remaining pieces of my missing memory in ce, as all the
details of the past few monthse flooding back into my mind. Suddenly I remember exactly why I
came here: the assassination attempt, finding Arabe in Tartarus, and falling under her control. I
remem Chapter 180Wedding Redis ber attacking Selene in that alley, almost rejecting her and
everything she revealed to me when she came to visit.
“I don’t care.” | growl, iming her lips roughly. “I’m so d you’re safe.” | profess as we part, staring
into her in credible eyes. Realizing she must not have been able to continue using whatever she’d been
to conceal her eyes while in captivity, a rush of urgency ms into me. “But we‘ ve got to get you out of
here.”
She lowers hershes, leaning into my embrace even as an anxious shiver works it’s way down her
spine. “Are you angry that I came after you?”
Feeling a strong pang in my chest, I realize I don’t know how I feel. I’m still very confused and trying to
wrap my head around our surreal situation. She did break her prom ise to me, and she is risking her
precious life just standing here in this nightmare city, but when I think about what might have happened
if she hadn’te here… I’d probably be married to Arabe by now and getting ready to exile Selene
from Elysium.
“No baby, I’m not mad.” I tell her, hugging her tightly to my chest, “I’m so sorry I left you for so long, and
I’m so proud of everything you’ve aplished while I was away.” I dere, feeling my throat thicken
with emotion. “But I still have to finish the job I came here to do – espe cially now.” Realizing that
Arabe has some sort of r tionship with ise is more frightening than anything else
– my guess is that she doesn’t know about his bounty, or Selene and L would already be dead.
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“And what did youe here to do, Bastien?” We’d gotten so caught up in each other, I’d almost
forgotten about Arabe. However, it wasn’t Arabe who spoke, nor was it Helene. I don’t recognize
the person speaking behind us, but he clearly knows me.
Turning around, I keep one arm around my back to hold Selene in ce – out of sight from the
stranger. I in stantly recognize the man Arabe had taken me to meet in the city underground hovering
behind a huge, seething wolf with a scar through his eyebrow. His dark hair is streaked with gray and
slight wrinkles gather at the corner of his eyes, but he exudes strength and power. My heart sinks as I
realize this could only be the Calypso Alpha, and my mind races as I try to decide what to do. If I attack
him now and lose, Selene will be prime for the taking – then again, I don’t know what other choice I
have.
Looking down the aisle at Arabe, he res at the suddenly terror-stricken she-wolf. “Well well, Be.”
His steely voice sounds again, “You’ve been holding out on me.”
“ise-” She tries to exin, wringing her hands but having enough sense not to move forward.
“Don’t bother.” He snarls, “I don’t want to hear it.”
He’s scanning the room, clearly looking for something. Horror filters through my chaotic thoughts as I
realize he al ready knows about Selene. Arabe might not have known about the bounty, but I bet her
underworld contact did. He must have been the one guarding Selene while she was locked up, and the
moment her disquise wore off, he went running to collect the reward.
When ise’s eyes finallynd on Selene. The gray pools instantly begin to glow, and a terrifying grin
stretched across his face. “My Goddess.” He breathes, “I’ve found you atst.”