Pregnant And Rejected By My Alpha Mate By Caroline Above Chapter 183
Chapter 183 – Bastien Meets his Cellmates
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Bastien
It‘s dark when I wake – the pitch ck of a windowless cell, the air cold and damp. I know I‘m
underground without being told, and even before I remember the events that led me to this ce, I
know something is horribly wrong.
Slowly the details filter back into my mind, and before I can even process my turbulent feelings Axel
bursts out of me. I circle the cell, smelling every corner of the space and trying to gain my bearings. It‘s
a cramped space lined with bars of pure silver, boasting nothing whatsoever to support human life.
There are no objects present – no furniture, not a bucket for waste or vessel for water, nothing.
I can see other cells through the dim light, and the shadows of other shifters lurking in the peripheries.
I‘ve never been in a cage like this, but it makes my wolf feel as feral as a rabid dog. I don‘t know how
Selene survived living in such conditions for a week, let alone eight years. Of course it doesn‘t help that
I know she‘s in horrible danger right now.
The desire to kill ise if a bloodlust unlike anything l ve ever known. I‘m so overwhelmed with violent
energy that I can‘t help but charge back and forth before the bars, snarling viciously. I don‘t know what
to do – I‘ve got to find a way out of here. Every second that I‘m trapped in this dis
mal cell is going to cost Selene dearly.
As unfair as I know it is, I‘m also beyond angry with my mate. I know in her shoes I would have done
exactly the same thing. In fact, I already did when I agreed to marry Arabe to protect her. Still, I
would rather die a thousand deaths than lose her and the baby, or make them suffer this way. I know
Selene was worried about ise discovering L, but Drake and I had emergency ns in ce in
case the worst happened. She could have run and gone on with out me.
Axel howls with pain just imagining where Selene is in this moment, and what she‘s already been
forced to survive in my honor. How much time has even passed since the events at the church?
Horrible, unwee picture flood my mind, of ise torturing and abusing my mate, and her allowing
him in order to protect me. It isn‘t right. I have to help her.
My entire body is shaking with wrath, a seething craze of outrage and despair. Just as I feel I might
spontaneouslybust, an irritated voice floats through the darkness to wards me. “Would you shut
up! You‘re not going to get out of here by ranting and raving that way.”
“Give him a break, Grayson. You were like this too at first.” The second voice is rugged, mature and
sounds very tired. “They all are.”
“That doesn‘t make it any less unbearable.” The first man gripes. “It‘s giving me a headache and it‘s not
as if it will do any damned good.”
“Who are you?” | call out in answer, “Where are we?”
“I‘m James,” the second voice sighs, “And your cheer leader here is Grayson. We‘re in ise‘s
dungeon – though if it helps to know he must think you‘re something special. This is the high security
wing – he only puts the most dan gerous prisoners down here.”
“It doesn‘t help.” I hiss, “The only thing that will help is getting out of here.”
“Well that‘s not going to happen.” The first voice snipes. “Take it from me, it‘s better to just ept it
now rather than holding onto false hope.”
“I can‘t give up.” | snap. “I have people counting on me.”
“You hear that James?” Grayson scoffs, “This one thinks he‘s the only man ever to have people he
cares about.”
“Give the pup a break Grayson,” James advises patient “How long have you two been here?” | ask,
feeling my heart sink amidst their cynicism. I may be determined, but I
also know the first rule of nning any operation is map ping out they of thend, and no one knows
the chal lenges better than the people on the ground – or in this case, in the ground. If they feel it‘s
impossible, they proba bly have a damned good reason for thinking that.
“25 years for me.” James announces bleakly. “And Grayson –”
“10 years.” Grayson interrupts the other man, “and trust me, we‘ve tried everything possible to escape
during ourbined decades here. If there was a way, we would have found it.”
My mind is reeling with this information. I never imag ined they would give me such devastating
answers, and I suddenly understand every ounce of Grayson‘s nihilism. “Why hasn‘t he just killed you?”
| ask bluntly, knowing that softening my words won‘t do a damn bit of good with men as hardened as
these. “I just watched him snap a woman‘s neck like she was nothing, why would he keep you alive so
long?”
“The same reason you‘re probably here.” James surmis es, “He needs us for something. We have
information he wants.”
“So every few days he brings out the interrogators to rip off our fingernails and jab us with spikes.”
Grayson con tributes blithely. “Just one more thing for you in Inok for.
ward to. Normally he gives you just enough time to heal be fore pulling you back out.”
“And you‘ve never given in?” I murmur, feeling a rush of admiration for the strength these two beings
must possess.
“We‘d be dead if we had.” Grayson answers, “ise only keeps you around as long as you‘re useful
and as miserable as living out the rest of our lives in cages is, I‘d far rather defy him and suffer than
submit. He‘s taken everything from me, I‘ll never give him what he wants.
“And I don‘t even have the information he thinks I pos sess. I made sure I would never be able to
answer his ques tions, even if I wanted to break.” James adds grimly.
“What is it, what is it he wants to know from you two?” || ask, truly curious now.
“You first, pup.” Grayson derides.
“I‘m just leverage.” | admit, feeling suddenly like I want to cry. “He has my pregnant mate, and he‘s
using me to make her obey him.”
“Bastard.” Grayson spits, “I at least earned my time here – in part at least. I was the leader of an
underground move ment to overthrow him, he wants to know the names of my
co–conspirators. In truth, my days are probably limited. We‘ ve beenpletely cut off from the outside
world so I‘m as out of touch with the movement as anyone. Part of me thinks he just keeps up the
torture to punish me for daring to defy him.”
Suddenly I understand how the man has such an iron will – only the strongest of wolves could hope to
stand against him, and leading a rebellion in a city like this would require incredible courage. “And you,
James?” | press.
“Not so different from yourself really.” He remarks thoughtfully. “In fact it‘s strange, he wants to know
where my mate and child are. Of course she wouldn‘t be a pup anymore, by now she‘ll be all grown
up.”
“But you don‘t know where they are?” | rify.
“Actually I do know where my mate is. I felt her die al most fifteen years ago now.” James exined,
sounding truly hollow now. “I told ise as much, but it didn‘t matter, he still wants my daughter, and he
still thinks I know where my mate hid her. But that‘s why I made sure I couldn‘t lead him to them – we
were on the run while she was pregnant and we had to split up. I sent her off in one direction, and then
I ran in another.”
My instincts are going haywire. There‘s only one reason I know of that ise hunts women, and I also
know of one woman with a twenty–five year old daughter, who died fif
teen years ago.Leaning close towards the bars, I inquire, “why did he want her?”
“I shouldn‘t tell you really.” James utters softly, “but since we‘re never getting out of here: She was a
Vna, and ise discovered her bloodline had magic he wanted to harness.”
“James,” I say urgently, feeling my pulse speed up. “Was your mate‘s name Corinne?“.
“How did you know that?” He replies sharply.
“Because my mate Selene is a Vna, and she was or phaned when her, mother – Corinne – died
fifteen years ago. At least, we thought she was orphaned.” I exin, hav ing a hard time speaking
slowly enough to be understood.
“Are you saying…?” James trails off, even as Grayson mutters, “Holy shit.”
“I‘m saying that I think my mate is your daughter.” | de re firmly. “And ise has her. He‘s going to
do horrible things to her and kill your grandchild unless we stop him.” | grit my teeth, “So let me ask
you? Do you still think trying to escape is useless?“