Pregnant And Rejected

Arabella’s POV

I used to hear stories about the Calypso Pack when I was young, about their beautiful territories in the far east and the unrivaled power with which they dominate the continent. From the time I was a little girl, strength has always been synonymous with their pack, and even as Gabriel grew the Nova pack to new heights, the Durands’ have never come close to challenging Blaise Denizen’s empire.

Everyone thought I loved Bastien much, but actually I never loved him. How would I love the man that caused my brother’s death? | just always pretended to love him, in order to achieve my revenge. After Bastien married the halfling, I traveled for a long time, always planning on getting to the Calypso territory and its capital, Tartarus, eventually. At the time I thought succeeding on like I could somehow make Bastien pay for Flynn’s death by living my best life.

What utter nonsense.

A few years of wasted efforts courting other Alphas proved that much, and just when I was getting ready to travel to the Calypso territory to stage a last ditch effort, the news of the rejection spread.

In hindsight, I probably should have ignored the rejection and come to Tartatus anyway. After all, at this point all my best laid plans have fallen to pieces. It seems no matter what I do, something is always going to go wrong.

But I’m no weakling, I’m not just going to throw in the towel and give up.

I chose the wrong ally against Bastien; one who was unwilling to go to any lengths necessary in order to achieve our goal. Somehow I don’t think that’s going to be a problem here.

Blaise Denizen won’t have any problem getting one feeble halfling out of the way, and he certainly won’ t hesitate to challenge Bastien for the Nova territories when the time comes.

The only challenge now is getting on his good side, convincing him to join or at least champion my cause.

It shouldn’t be too hard. With the exception of Bastien, I’ve never met a man I could not fool into doing my bidding. This will be no different.

As far as I’m concerned, Selene’s days are numbered.

Selene’s POV

enter his office, scanning me head to toe for signs of harm then doing the same to Lila. He sends me a signaling nod, asking if I’m alright in the unspoken language we’ve

nod, trying not to

everywhere, wriggles out of my arms to toddle

mimicking her movement so she can run straight into his hug.

are shaking with the effort of restraining himself, his wolf clearly close to the surface as he watches Drake reunite so warmly with

safest thing would be to sepa rate bila

words as calmly as I can, “Bastien wants to talk to you about the

The Eros Alpha agrees, “Let’s have

in front of her.” Bastien

my arms. “Selene and Lila can go

to look for them there, not to mention my lovely mate doesn’t need any more opportunities

I appear to be the only one. I’d hoped Drake would automatically take my side no matter what, but his concerned expression and solemn words indicate otherwise. “Who

responsible for these,” Bastien grumbles impatiently, taking a small stack of papers from Donovan and dropping them down on

to come take Lila, and I feel a stab of guilt. It seems like all I’m ever doing these days is sweeping her out of rooms so she can’t overhear things

understand.” Drake admits once the pup is out

sending shockwaves through my

does he mean no? I ask

can answer, Donavon produces a separate stack. “We’re responsible for these.” Bastien clarifies, tossing the other papers beside the first. “My men have been scouring the city since dawn. They found dozens of these throughout Asphodel’s underground markets and along illicit

you talking about?” | demand, stepping forward. “Some of these are real? Denizen’s fliers were here

a hammer, “Somehow news of the Calypso bounty made it here before Elysium.” “And you can bet that if someone called

can they collect the reward if you don’t know who

empowered to share things they wouldn’t otherwise.” Aiden explains. “There’s a trace on the line, yes, but that only helps if the call is placed from a

straight.” Drake begins, circling his desk with determined patience. “You have no idea who reported