Pregnant And Rejected By My Alpha Mate By Caroline Above Chapter 197
Chapter 197 nI thought I knew what anger was, I‘ve certainly felt pure rage on any number of
asions in the past, but this is some thing else. This is a righteous fury unlike anything I‘ve ever
known, even towards Garrick after so long in captivity. I‘ve wanted to escape men before, I‘ve even
wanted revenge, but I‘ve never wanted to kill – I‘ve never felt the cold blooded de sire to snuff out
another human life the way I do now.
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Rising to my feet with an eerie sense of calm, I move past Helene‘s body andsh out my power,
feeling it flow out of me more powerfully than ever before. Over the months we trained together, Helene
always taught me to tap into my deeper feelings in order to bring up my magic, but it‘s never been so
effortless as it is now. I don‘t even need to think about it, I simply want to destroy.
For the first time my shadows and the white light | nor mally draw from the moonbine, traveling
throughout the room like a bolt of vengeful lightening, and downing men left and right. It doesn‘t kill
them, I‘m not even sure if it knocks them out, but it certainly stuns them. I do it a second time, sending
pure electricity racing towards every guard I can see, and relishing the sight of them falling where they
stand.
Thave no idea what this power is or how I essed it, it‘s hard to even look at – the shadows and
zing moonlight tangling together like glowing onyx. Bastien, Matthew and Grayson were still fighting,
busy taking down all the shifters | couldn‘t risk targeting without hitting them too. I‘m not even sure if
they realize Helene is gone, but I know once they‘ve fin ished dispatching their victims, there‘s still one
man standing between them and ise.
I‘ve been able to feel ise‘s spellcaster poking at my magic from afar since I first tapped into this new
well of pow er, and the more guards that fall, the more aggressive he‘s bee. He looks absolutely
petrified, holding up an invisible forcefield around himself and ise while he tries to figure out my
magic. Unfortunately for him, he needs to understand it in order to stop it, but I don‘t need to
understand it in order to use it.
With great pleasure, Iunch my magic towards his magi cal shield, astonished when I‘m able to see
the actual air cur rents vibrating around his hands as my power erodes his own. He groans with the
effort of resisting me, but his shield crum ples little by little, until there‘s nothing left between him and
my zing magic. It zaps him just as easily as it zapped the rest, and I‘m just about to turn the force
onto ise when my knees go weak and my head begins to spin.
Using so much power with so little restraint has sapped my strength almostpletely, and my father
catches me when I begin to topple over. Luckily for us, I managed to elim inate most of the barriers
dividing Bastien from ise.
Crashing through thest guards standing as if they‘re fleshy bowling pins, Bastien closes in on ise,
who looks as though he‘s seriously regretting letting me live. The Calypso Alpha is breathing very
heavily, though he‘s done nothing to break a sweat thus far. “Fine.” He hisses gruffly, “I guess it‘s down
to you and me, Durand.”
The words are barely out of his mouth when Bastien at tacks, his energy seeming unwavered despite
how hard he‘s been fighting since this all began. I suspect he‘s experiencing the same sort of
adrenaline fueled outrage I am, and though he doesn‘t show his exhaustion, I fear he might be in the
same situation I was, where I didn‘t feel it until it was toote.
Gathering thest remnants of my energy, I shoo away the shadows and focus on drawing the pure
white light of the goddess‘s power and channel it towards my mate. It isn‘t much, but I have to hope it
might help restore his strength, if only just a little. I can‘t tell if it does any good, because Bastien
doesn‘t pause when it hits him. He moves with the lethal grace of an apex predator, making the other
Alpha look stiff and clumsy inparison. They smash into each other with a deafening roar, and all
that‘s left for those of us left standing to do, is watch.
Bastien and ise roll around on the marble floor in a tangle of fur, teeth and ws, vicious snarls and
growls ema nating from their snapping maws as they battle. For one terri fying moment, I see ise‘s
sharp fangse dangerously close to ripping into Bastien‘s vulnerable underbelly, but my
mate jerks away just in time. It‘s almost impossible to keep up with their frenzied movements, and my
heart is in my throat the entire time.
I say a series of silent prayers to the Goddess as they tum ble and whirl, yelping and roaring every time
one of themnds a hit. Bastien isrger than ise, but I‘m afraid the Ca lypso Alpha has some tricks
up his sleeve.
They‘re thrashing bodies crash onto the dais where ise‘ s throne sits, knocking the ornate chair over
onto its side and forcing a yelp from Bastien‘s mouth as his bodynds on top of the seat‘s sharp
edges. He uses his paws to push off of thevish furnishing, veering towards ise with his fangs
bared, a ferocious growl reverberating from deep in his chest.
Wolves around the room shiver at the sound, his power so palpable that even ise stumbles in the
face of it. That mo mentarypse was all Bastien needed, taking advantage of the other man‘s shock
and using the opportunity to sink his razor sharp canines into ise‘s throat.
In the end it all happens very fast. So fast I can scarcely believe it‘s real. After years of running scared
and living in hiding, the monster from all my worst nightmares is struck down in a matter of seconds. It
seems wrong somehow, as if it‘s too anticlimactic to truly be the end of our epic journey. But that‘s the
way life is sometimes. One moment you‘re full of vitality and vigor, adrenaline pumping and feeling as
alive as you ever will, and the next it‘s all over.
After everything that ise has done, I‘m actually d that he meets his end this way, with my mate‘s
powerful jaws around his neck, struck with a mundane end like any other wolf. He doesn‘t deserve a
noble death, or one that‘s notewor
thy in the grand scheme of things. He deserves as unremark able and callous an end as all the shifter‘s
whose lives he stole over the years. And he gets it.
One moment his glowing eyes are boring into me from all the way across the room, and the next the
light winks out of them as Bastien snaps his neck clean in two. My wrathful mate can‘t stop himself
from giving ise‘s corpse an animal istic shake as the tyrant hangs limply from his mouth, and then
he drops him like a ton of bricks.
ise falls to the ground before his toppled throne – dead as a doornail.