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

we enter his office, scanning me head to toe for signs of harm then doing the same to

return his nod, trying not to blush, and he visibly

wriggles out of my arms to toddle across the room, her plump

she can

glance at Bastien out of the corner of my eye, instantly noticing his white knuckled fists glued at his sides. His hands are shaking with the effort of restraining himself, his wolf clearly close to the surface as he watches Drake reunite so warmly

through his head, and I know the safest thing would be to sepa rate bila and Drake. However I have the sneaking suspicion that if I cross over

as I can, “Bastien wants to talk to you about

The Eros Alpha agrees, “Let’s

her.”

my

snarls, “They know to look for them there, not to mention my lovely mate

automatically take my side no matter what, but his concerned expression and solemn words indicate otherwise. “Who

these,” Bastien grumbles impatiently, taking a small stack of papers from Donovan and dropping them down on Drake’s

seems like all I’m ever doing these days is sweeping her out of rooms so she can’t overhear things which might frighten her. I know it’s confusing for her, and it terrifies me how often

is

answers, sending

he mean no?

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

forward. “Some of these are real? Denizen’s fliers were

Bastien’s voice comes down like a hammer, “Somehow news of the Calypso bounty made it here before Elysium.” “And you can bet that if someone

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

people will feel safe calling in, so they’ll feel 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 standard cell phone. Ours wasn’t, they used a public phone and we set up a secure line for future contact, but they haven’t rung in yet. We can trace it once they do, but until then we’re

I have this straight.” Drake begins, circling his desk with determined patience. “You have no idea who reported Selene and Lila, but you’re confident they were also reported to