Pregnant And Rejected By My Alpha Mate By Caroline Above Chapter 187


    Chapter 187 – Plotting


    3rd Person


    “Bribing the guards?” Bastien suggested, sharing his fifth idea of the morning.


    Grayson promptly shot him down. “Tried it.”


    “Tunneling out?” Bastien proposed next, determined to find a solution.


    “Tried it.” James vetoed.


    “Picking the locks?” The Alpha offered hopefully.


    “That was like the first thing any of us tried.” Grayson drawled.


    “Faking an illness?” Bastien throw out, feeling more and more defeated with every rejected idea.


    “Tried it.” James confirmed, feeling no small margin of sympathy for the man. He knew how he would


    have felt if ise had caught Corinne, and even without knowing Selene, he was desperate to help his


    daughter. He and his mate had sacrificed everything for her, and it had been hard enough to hear the


    story Bastien told him about her life, he couldn’t al low her to suffer further.


    Just then a familiar voice floated out of the darkness to wards the, somewhere to the left of their cells.


    “Would you


    gentlemen like some assistance?”


    “Who’s there?” Grayson demanded sharply.


    “Helene?” Bastien eximed, sitting up in excitement.


    “Hello there Alpha.” She greeted him warmly, appearing suddenly in the triangle of space between the


    three cells.


    “Alpha? Grayson repeated, “You never mentioned you were an Alpha.” Unfortunately for Grayson, he’d


    been in his weekly torture session when Bastien shared his and Selene’s story with her father.


    “Well in his defense I don’t know many Alpha’s who would want to admit they’d gotten themselves into


    this sort of pick le.” The’witch suggested, sparking his ire.


    “And where were you when ise took us?” he growled. It hadn’t urred to him at the time, but now


    that she wa in front of him he realized the only way she could have gotten away without also bing


    prisoner, is if she left before the shit hit the fan.


    “I ran then, so we could all fight another day.” She ex ined, her voice remorseful.


    “If you’d fought with us then, we might have won.” He ar gued.


    “No, you wouldn’t.” Helene informed him simply, “There’s a way out of this for you, but it wasn’t in that


    church.”


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    “Have you seen her, have you seen Selene?” Bastien pressed, positively aching for news of his mate.


    “Yes.” She answers, “She’s alright. Frightened and without her powers, but ise hasn’t harmed her –


    yet.”


    Bastien breathed in a sign of relief, even as his heart con


    stricted with her final word. “And L, do you know if she’s okay?”


    “Your pup is fine. Safe and sound in Asphodel.” Helene as sured him.


    “Okay.” Bastien felt at least some of the weight life from his chest. “Can you get us out of here?”


    “Getting out of those cells isn’t the problem.” Helene ex ined grimly, “it’s getting out of the dungeon


    itself. You’re 20 stories deep here, and every one of those is nothing but locked doors and guards


    armed to the teeth.”


    “So what do you do?” Bastien snarled, all of his frustration pouring out of him at once.


    “Which one of you is Grayson?” Helene inquired, surpris ing them all.


    “How do you know me?” The gruff rebel answered.


    “You didn’t think the revolution died with you, did you?” The old witch posed.


    “Who is this woman?” Grayson eximed, beyond baffled now and losing his patience.


    “She’s a witch.” Bastien murmured, “A very clever witch.”


    “I have a message from your old partner.” She announced.


    “Matthew?” Grayson sounded more excited than Bastien had ever heard him. It was nearly impossible


    to get the man to talk about himself, which was understandable given the cir cumstances, but Bastien


    couldn’t help being curious. After all, they were stuck in a cell together with nowhere to go – talk


    ing was really the only think avable to pass the time, so it was a bit annoying when one third of the


    conversation con sisted of grunts and sarcastic remarks.


    “At first I merely hoped to persuade the rebels to help spring Bastien because he’s strong enough to


    defeat ise, but once I was there in front of him, your name came to my mind.” Helene rted. “He


    was surprised to learn you were still alive. It was only a feeling, but he said if I could confirm that you


    were here he’d dly help – whether Bastien agreed to support the cause or not.”


    “We don’t have time to wait for a full force insurgence.” Bastien objects.


    “That’s not how we do things.” Grayson corrected him. “There’s not enough of us – not when ise


    keeps the entire aristocracy on a silver leash.”


    “And you have more time than you think.” Helene added. “I’m working to help restore Selene’s power


    so she can keep ise at bay.”


    “How soon, how soon can they get us out?” Bastien ques tioned fiercely.


    “Make no mistake, Alpha.” Helene cautioned. “This won’t be easy, and it won’t be fast.” Something


    nged in the dis tance, “We don’t have much time, is there a message you’d like me to give to


    Selene?”


    Bastien’s heart panged, “Tell her I love her, that I’m so sor ryl let this happen… that I’lle as soon as


    I can.”


    “I’ll tell her everything but that you’re sorry.” Helene replied. “It isn’t your fault that this happened.”


    “That’s not true, but I can’t force you.” Bastien grumbled, “And there’s one more thing.


    “He found my father?” Selene murmured in shock. “But he died. He died before I was born.”


    “Wrong little mother.” Helene corrected her with a wide smile. “I met him too.”


    “I don’t understand.” Selene admitted, blinking tears from her eyes.


    “If all goes well you’ll have the chance to hear his story, but for now – let me see your wrists.” Helene


    ordered.


    Selene offered her hands, and the witch pulled a silver key from her pocket, undoing the magic


    suppressing shackles on Selene’s wrists. “Where did you get that?!” Selene eximed, rubbing her


    wrists before Helene pulled out an identical pair of bracelets, save for one very important thing.


    “There’s a rebel force at work in this city, Selene.” Helene exined. “Little does ise know, but his


    silversmith is a member. There are a few aristocrats on their side, but they can’t effectively resist ise


    if they’re under his thumb, so the smith started making replica cuffs for the noble members. They look


    exactly like the real thing – but they’re made of an aluminum alloy instead of real silver, so they won’t


    affect your magic.”


    As Helene closed the fake cuffs around Selene’s wrists, she stared down at them in wonder. She could


    already feel the difference. They looked exactly the same, but her magic was pumping through her


    blood without restraint, so strong after being locked up for so long she felt like she was about to


    overflow.


    “Let off the excess power little by little.” Helene advised.


    “Or maybe I could use all the excess now to take down ise.” Selene suggested.


    Helene frowns. “No. First because you’ll burn yourself out. And second because you will not be in


    control – if you just re lease it all at once you could hurt a lot more people than ise, or do something


    you didn’t intend, fail and then he’ll know you’re no longer on his leash. I know its frustrating but we all


    have to be smart about this. We have to be patient.”


    “It sounds like you’ve already given this lecture once to day.” Selene teased.


    “You and your mate are simr in that way.” Heleneughed.


    “Is he really okay?” Selene whispered.


    “Yes, sweetheart.” Helene promised. “Now, you know what to do once isees to your bed, yes?”


    “I will be practicing my hypnotism every spare moment of every day.” Selene nodded. “but I don’t have


    to worry about that for at least two weeks. I’m on bed rest.”


    “Clever girl! Helene praised, “how did you manage that?”


    “I didn’t.” Selene admitted, staring at her hands and snif fling. “The Goddess arranged it. I’m having


    twins. A boy and a girl.” It should have been a happy announcement. Instead it came out a sob.


    “Oh my darling.” Helene cooed, pulling Selene into her arms. “We’re going to find a way out of this, I


    promise.”


    “Don’t tell Bastien.” Selene begged. “If you see him again. Okay? I don’t want… if this all goes wrong I


    don’t want his heart to be more broken than it has to be.”


    “As soon as he’s out, my love.” Helene encouraged. “As soon as we free him you’ll be safe to escape


    yourself.”


    “Unless I can find a way to escape and free him at the same time.” Selene mused.


    “Selene,” Helene pursed her lips and shook her head re gretfully. “I’ve been to the dungeons, I’ve seen


    the obstacles. This is the only way. If you run Bastien will be dead before you can ever reach him, and


    even if you could get to him in time, you’d never make it back out again. Trust me. Let us free Bastien,


    and then you can free yourself, okay?”


    “Okay,” Selene agreed softly. Hating it but trusting her mentor. It wasn’t until a momentter that she


    realized what she’d said, “Wait a minute, who’s we?”