Pregnant And Rejected By My Alpha Mate By Caroline Above Chapter 189
Chapter 189 – Fast Forward
Sophie
“Should we tell her?” | ask Drake, unsure whether telling L that her parents will be gone even longer
than we feared can do any good. We certainly can’t tell her that they’ve been captured: that Bastien is
ise’s prisoner, Selene his ve and her younger sibling bound for death.
“We have to tell her something.” Drake sighs, “she’s ex pecting them toe for her any day.”
“She’s three and a half.” I remind him, “she doesn’t know what day it is or how long they’ve been gone.”
“Maybe not, but she asks for them every day.” Drake counters, “I don’t want to lie to her – not
completely anyway.”
“I know.” | agree, “but where do we draw the line? If we tell her they’re going to be gone longer she’ll
want to know how much longer – we can’t very well tell her they might note back at all. She’s
already having nightmares.”
“I just want to prepare her.” Drake scrubs a hand over his rugged features, “setting expectations is
important and if we don’t she’s going to get her hopes up more and more… it’ll make it that much
harder if things don’t turn out the way she wants.”
“She’s too young.” | insist. “Her hopes are going to be up no matter what.”
“Sophie, if the worst happens…” Drake begins, sounding as though he doesn’t want to finish his
thought but knows he
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doesn’t have a choice, “she’ll be ours. I promised Bastien and Selene both.” He grimaces, “I can’t bear
the thought of losing them, or L growing up without them – but if she does we’ll be her parents. She
has to trust us, we can’t start out that retionship on a lie.”
“You sound like you think their fate is already decided.” | murmur, wrapping my arms around myself
protectively.
“ise is the most powerful Alpha the continent has ever known.” He states simply. “It might be one
thing if Bastien was free or Selene was able to use her powers, but as long as ise can leverage
them against each other… the chances of them escaping him are beyond low, Sophie.” Drake admits,
“they’re practically nonexistent.”
“Okay.” I answer shakily, the pressures of potential parent hood suddenlynding on my shoulders with
crushing weight. “We’ll tell her some of what’s happening, but I draw the line at telling her they might
note back.”
“Agreed.” Drake confirms, squeezing my hand and leading me back out into the kitchen.
L is still seated at the table, scarfing down a waffle with her chubby little fingers. She looks up happily
when we enter, grinning widely. “Can I has another waffles?” She requests, even though there’s still
half of one on her te.
“If you finish that one, first.” I confirm.
“Yum,” she says simply, chomping into the confection. She chews thoughtfully and studies our tense
expressions. I can see the question on her tongue before she asks it – it’s the same question she asks
every morning. “Are Mommy ‘n’ Daddying home t’day?”
“No little one.” Drake answers gently, the same way he has every day for thest two weeks. “Not
today.”
“When?” L presses, pausing her breakfast so she can hear this important information.
“L, you remember how we‘ve been saying they mighte home any day now?” I ask, suddenly
regretting our prior optimism.
“Uh-huh.” L replies simply, cocking her head to the side.
“Well, something’s happened, and they’re going to be gone longer than we expected.” Drake exins.
“Wha’ happened?” L inquires curiously, setting down her waffle.
“They‘ve gotten a little lost.” I answer, deciding this is bet ter than telling her they’re a madman’s
prisoner. “So they won’ t be home today, or tomorrow, or even the next day.”
“The truth, sweetheart, is that they probably won’t be home for a few weeks at least.” Drake adds
reluctantly.
“Weeks?” L repeats, horrified. “But that’s for ever!”
“I know it seems like a long time.” | sympathize, “but it’ll pass in no time, you’ll see.”
L’s plump lower lip begins to tremble, her eyes going so wide I suspect they would be watering even
if her emotions weren’t beginning to spill over, “they noting back, are dey?”
Painnces through my chest, and I immediately reach for the little girl. “Listen to me L. You are the
most important
thing in the world to your Mommy and Daddy. They’re doing everything they can toe home to you,
and they’re not go ing to ever give up.” | tell her. “Sometimes things are out of our control, and they
can’t help the things keeping them away, but I promise you, they are working very hard to get back to
you.”
“That’s right.” Drake concurs, drawing L’s distraught gaze and making her the only promise either of
us could offer the little girl. “As long as it’s in their power to return, they will.”
Three Weeks Later “Hello, my beauty.” ise greets me with a terrible leer, entering my bedroom with
the overconfident swagger he’s approached me with every night this week.
“Alpha.” | greet him coolly, sitting up in my bed and watching as he draws closer with a fresh wave of
unease. I’ve been able to fend him off every time he’s attempted toy a hand on me so far, but I never
cease feeling nervous about it. I’m not as confident in my powers as I’d like to be, but then again I
suppose the fear helps drive me to seed.
“How are you feeling tonight?” He asks, not fooling me one bit. ise doesn’t give a damn how I feel.
He wants to know that I’m putting on weight and progressing healthily in my pregnancy for the sake of
his future sacrifice, but beyond that it wouldn’t matter to him if I were ecstatic or miserable.
“I’m fine.” I reply simply, “the doctor says I’m doing very well”
“I know.” He grins malevolently, “he even said you’ve be gun to feel movement.”
“Yes,” | confirm, trying to resist the urge to flinch away from him when he sits on the edge of my bed.
“Just flutters so far, but I expect they’ll be kicking soon.”
“That’s wonderful.” He deres, cing his hand on my thigh. The feel of his touch makes my skin
crawl, but I have to let him think he’s winning. I have to let him think that the fan tasies I’ve ced in his
mind are real.
As he stares into my eyes, I breathe deeply, working to achieve the meditative state necessary for me
to invade his thoughts. My two-toned irises do half the work for me, draw ing him in and capturing his
attention, but they aren’t enough on their own. I have to attain the zen calm to bewitch himpletely,
drawing on the moon’s power to overwhelm him.
The few times ise has visited me during the day have proven much harder to practice my hypnosis,
and I’m grateful he mostly seeks to ke his lust at night. I do it all without saying a word, subliminally
pulling his consciousness towards my own and smothering the unpleasant sensation of connect ing
with such a heartless being.
As soon as ise is locked in on me and his mind in my grasp, I begin sending images to his wretched
brain, making him believe his fantasies about rutting me areing true. It is not nearly the vition of
having him force himself on me – far from it – but it still feels like an assault to imagine them for the
sake of fooling him. Every frame I picture makes me feel sick to my stomach, especially since he
seems to want to de grade, demean and humiliate me at every turn.
He’s a truly sick man, and his sexual tastes are no differ ent. I’m at once relieved beyond belief to
escape his abuse, and scarred by the knowledge of what he would be doing to me if he had his way.
Some nights the worksts longer than others – I suppose it depends on ise’s energy and desires –
but the evenings always end the same way. I use thest of my power to send ise back to his own
bed overflowing with pride, convinced he’s used me up and spit me out, that l’ ve fulfilled his every
imagining.
That part is the hardest. Holding him in my thrall when he’ s in front of me is one thing, keeping it up
once he’s out of the room never ceases to exhaust me, and I’m genuinely afraid that one day he’ll have
more energy than I’ll have power. I have nightmares where he turns back halfway to his rooms and
decides to return for a second round – when I’m too weak to hypnotize him again.
So far those fears have remained in my dreams, but I can’t help but think it’s only a matter of time. The
further my preg nancy progresses, the less strength I possess. One day soon my luck or my strength is
going to run out, and I have to es cape before that happens – or suffer the worst.