Pregnant And Rejected By My Alpha Mate By Caroline Above Chapter 193
Charta 19.3 -Lockdoen
Selene
I’m woken by the sounds of ring rms, the sound so shrill and horrible | m a pillow over my face
before I can stop to consider what the sound might mean. It’s not until my bedroom door swings open
and a young servant girl pokes her head in, that I lower the plush implement. She pulls me out of bed
and helps me into a robe while my head spins.
An rm. I think hopefully, that’s bad for ise.
And what’s bad for ise can only be good for us. Luna answers slyly.
“What’s happened?” I ask the girl helping me.
“We‘re going into lockdown, miss.” the young servant an swers, breaking the silence her station usually
demands.
“What do you mean, lockdown?” | question, “What’s hap pened?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never heard the rms go off before, but the Alpha’s orders were unequivocal. The
entire above ground is locking down, so it can’t be a fire or flood.” She rea sons, her voice hoarse from
lack of use.
“Did you speak to him yourself?” | ask, trying to figure out exactly what’s going on. If it’s just a lockdown
and he doesn’t know where I am, I might be able to get away. But if she was specifically sent to retrieve
me, I probably can’t escape with out endangering her.
dure. I’m taking you to one of the safe rooms.”
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“Wait!” I cry, pulling her to a stop. “What’s your name?”
“ra.” The girl replies shyly.
“Do you want to stay here, ra?” I inquire, already imag ining making a break for the dungeons. If the
city is on lock down all the guards will be called away to help, and I’m always strongest first thing in the
morning. This could be my chance to free myself, Bastien and my father at once. Helene’s voice rings
in my ears, urging me to be patient, but only a fool would ignore such an opportunity.
“I… I don’t understand.” ra murmurs in confusion.
“I mean, this city is a nightmare and I have to get out of here before it’s toote.” I dere, “I don’t want
to get you in trouble and I don’t know what you might risk by running, but | want to give you the chance
to escape with me – if that’s what you want.”
“You’re going to escape?” She repeats, stunned,
“I don’t know what’s going on right now, but I guarantee ise and his guards are more distracted than
they’ll ever be. So yes, I’m going to try.” I exin.
“I – I can’t.” ra whimpers, “I have a family here.”
“Then all I ask is that you give me a head start.” I beg, tak ing her by the shoulders. “Do you know
where the dungeons are?”
“In the East End, just past the park, but you can’t go out there!” She insists, “the city might be under
attack.”
“Goddess I hope so.” I breathe, stripping off my robe and nightgown and pulling on a pair of maternity
jeans, a ck top and ts. “Please, promise me you won’t tell them where l’ ve gone. You never saw
me.” | state firmly, forcing a bit of hypnotic power into my words.
ra’s body goes sort of limp, her jaw ckens, and she repeats, “I never saw you.”
“Good girl.” I praise, dashing out of the room.
If we were in Elysium I might have been able to use one of the many secret passageways lining the
Pack House for emer gencies, but ise hasn’t trusted me enough to tell me about any such
precautions in his mansion, so I dart down the halls, hugging the walls and praying I don’t encounter
any sentries.
The first few corridors are clear, and I have to think that they’ve all gone to handle whatever disaster
spurred the rms. I’m trying to be as quiet as possible, but I’m also painfully aware that my scent is
leaving a trail behind me and anyone seeking to find me will be able to follow it with little difficulty. I
have to move fast, even if it means risking expos ing my powers.
I haven’t been able to explore the mansion as much as I’d like to, but I know the southern wing has
multiple exits, and I have to assume that most of ise’s security force have gone to the guard house
beside the front courtyard. I have to pause at every other corner I reach, waiting for neat rows of march
ing sentries to pass by before I continue on. Something seri ous is definitely going down for ise’s
security forces to be mobilizing this way, and I can only pray this is something to do with the rebels.
I weave myself into the shadows as I run, concealing my presence in the dim light of early morning and
blinding the few guards I do encounter. The rising sun blinds me when I fi nally break out into the fresh
air, feeling a rush of exhration to think I’m finally out of the Alpha’s pce. It almost feels too easy,
but I can’t stop to overthink it now – I have to move.’
The first block past the mansion is littered with fallen shifters, and I realize my hopes must be correct.
Someone is attacking the Calypso leadership, and I doubt it’s another pack. I feel a brief moment of
hesitation as I worry I might be mistaken for one of ise’s devoted followers and make my self a
target, but I don’t have time to waste. I run towards the park for all I’m worth, feeling my heart race as
my excitement grows.
I’m only two blocks away when something or someone huge grabs me from behind, lifting my feet off
the ground as I yelp in surprise. Struggling to escape the man holding me, I kick and w and his beefy
arms, so preupied with getting away that I’m not even paying attention to my surroundings.
“Ahem.” I jerk my head up at the sound of someone clear ing their throat, my eyes going wide as’l see
a line of guards circling myself and my captor. There at their center, is ise, watching me with the sort
of twisted hunger he always gets when hees to my rooms at night.
My heart falls into my stomach, plummeting so quickly! feel sure I’m going to be sick. No. I think
desperately, no, no, no. He can’t win that easily.
But clearly he can.
“Nice try, Selene.” ise smirks cruelly, “you really came
very close. You should be proud.”
Thrashing against the guards holding me, I can only snarl, “screw you!”
“Of course,” He sighs, feigning regret, “you do know that your track record of good behavior just went
out the window.”
“What does that matter!” I hiss, “You haven’t given me any proof that Bastien is alright. How do I know
you haven’t killed him and are just lying to keep me in line?” | bluff, knowing full well that my husband is
alive because of Helene’s spying.
“You don’t.” ise deres, tracing the silver bracelet on my wrist. “And unfortunately for you, you’re
not going to.” He chuckles, clearly thinking he doesn’t need to keep his word now that I’m powerless.
“You just have to trust me.”
“I will never trust you, and unless you give me proof of life, I will never stop fighting you.” I threaten.
“Oh yes you will.” ise counters fiercely. “You’ll behave because if you don’t, I’ll kill your mate. You
aren’t entitled to proof of life or anything else.” He argues, tapping the bracelets again, “you belong to
me, and if you care about Bastien, you’ll obey.”
ise pulls my body close to his, his hands an iron cage around my arms even as I writhe to escape
him. “He’s not the only card I’ve got hidden up my sleeve, pet. I can get rid of him to punish you, and
stillmand your cooperation.”
I know he’s referring to my father, but I’m not supposed to know he’s alive. “What are you talking
about?”
“You don’t want to force my hand and find out.” ise
promises, pushing me into his guard’s rough hands. “Take her back to her rooms, and lock her in.”
I snarl and fight the entire way back, forcing them to drag me kicking and screaming. ise might be a
monster, but I don’t believe he’ll kill Bastien as long as I’m his prisoner. He’s not stupid, and only an
idiot would throw out a winning hand. He knows as long as he has Bastien, I’m stuck in his Pce, no
matter how unhappy or rebellious I may behave.
When my bedroom door ms behind me, I turn on my heel and repeatedly bang my fists into the
wood, yelling ob scenities at the guards striding away down the hall. I hate to admit it, but ise won
this hand. He still has Bastien, I’m still his ve… and we’re running out of time.