Pregnant And Rejected

Arabella’s POV

“We have a problem.” A deep voice thunders over the phone line.

My senses sharpen, locking onto the familiar sound, “I thought everything was set for the next phase?”

“It’s not that.” My longtime ally answers. “Bastien found Selene.”

“Excuse me?” It takes a moment for the air to return to my lungs, “Selene is dead. How can he have found her?”

“It’s possible she’s not as dead as I led you to believe.” He hedges.

“What the fuck does that mean?” I hiss, “Either someone’s dead or they aren’t. Besides, you didn’t lead me to believe anything – 1 did it, not you!”

“Yes well I got cold feet!” He blurts out, “I pulled her out, alright? She’s been in Asphodel until now without anyone being the wiser.”

This is unbelievable. I always knew it was a bad idea to join forces, but I never imagined the idiot could screw things up this badly. I swear, only men make such stupid, block-headed mistakes. The bastard probably got it into his head he was in love with the little halfling and got cold feet.

“And her brat?” I demand. “She was breeding, you remember?”

“Luckily she had the sense to tell Durand the kid isn’t his.” My partner promises, “But they’ve met. She told him about your involvement, and from the looks of it, he believed her.”

I clench my eyes shut, rubbing my temples and praying for patience. “What does that mean?”.

“It means the enforcers are on their way to arrest you.” He announces solemnly, “You don’t have much time.”

My eyes snap open, darting to the window in search of flashing lights. Finding none, I begin yanking clothes and provisions from my drawers, “Is that all?”

reports, “Do you

without humor, unzipping my luggage with excessive force “I

it, where

out there, and I’m watching you. If I were

Drake’s POV

Durand enters, smoke billowing from his ears. I plaster a smirk on my face, determined not to show

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need

snort, doing my best to

lounge chairs in front of my desk, slouching in a show of outright disrespect. If I could afford to challenge the other wolf I might object,

wish to discuss, Bastien?”

He declares, not bothering to look at me. “And whether or not Lila share’s my blood, she belongs to my mate, and that makes her mine

Have you shared these sentiments with Selene? Somehow I don’t think she’ll agree with

mate is our business, not yours.” The other wolf directs reproachfully. “We‘ll sort our issues out when the time comes, but I expect you to

to simply step aside so you can be free to mistreat her

Bastien bites back, “Selene is the most important thing in the world to me,

when she left you, I know things about your marriage which are probably still mysteries to you!” I circle my desk, leaning against the hard wood with renewed confidence, “She was afraid of you, Durand. Afraid enough to fake

catch me in their crosshairs, “She said she

egotistical ass,” I scoff, “Do you really think she would tell you if she did? She was so terrified of you she fled through rogue

“You’re lying.” He snarls.

can muster bleed into my voice. “I’m the one who has been living with your mate, taking care of her, protecting her, holding her hand through childbirth and raising her pup, for the last three and a half years!” I all but shout. “Do you really

as I think he’s about to explode, the fires in his eyes bank, and cold resolve settles over his powerful haunches. “I’m not as easy to manipulate as that, Cavanaugh.” He thunders, prowling around me in circles. “You think I don’t know that

try to brush off his words, but we both know there’s

for you.” He growls, “Selene has found a lot of strength over the last few years, but she still has not freed herself enough to live up to her full