Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 124 Frederic Has an idea

Arabella’s POV

Looking around my opulent suite in the Calypso pack house, I decide that a girl could get used to this kind of pampering. The rooms are ten times nicer than my apartment back in Elysium, and even bigger than the private apartment Bastien renovated when he married the halfling,

Blaise must like me very much indeed to afford me such an honor, though I am a bit disappointed he hasn’t invited me to share his bed yet.

Either way, I have to revel in the knowledge that I’m living better here in Tartarus than Bastien ever will in Elysium. In fact, if Flynn’s memory wasn’t driving me forward, I’m so content here that I might consider abandoning my mission.

Blaise can offer me more wealth and power than I ever dreamed of possessing, but no amount of luxury can avenge my brother’s death.

Still, it’s tempting to give in to the creature comforts surrounding me and call off my vendetta. I’ve been fighting this shadow war for more than a decade, and I’m no closer to destroying the Durand family than I was when I started. It’s exhausting work, plotting all this subterfuge, scheming and deceiving everyone around me. I hardly ever have time for the things I truly enjoy it’s been months since I set foot on my yacht or went to the spa.

The good news is that things are going extremely well here; I’ve got Blaise wrapped around my little finger. The big Alpha doesn’t know what hit him. I catch him staring at me all the time, and as tough as he acts, I’m certain it’s only a matter of time before he makes his move. I want to tell him to hurry up and get on with it, but I know better than to push an Alpha.

I learned the hard way with Bastien Blaise has to think our relationship is his idea. If I come on to him, he’ll see it as a challenge to his dominance. Men are so foolish. Do they really think that the only kind of power is overt? Don’t they realize how much of what they do is by a woman’s design? I suppose Alpha’s like Blaise assume we’re all spineless wretches like Selene, too weak to stand on our own two feet.

Rolling my eyes, I stride to my closet and peruse my options for the day. I only managed to bring one suitcase of my favorite designer frocks when i fled Elysium, but Blaise has been only too generous helping me replenish my wardrobe. It’s true he looked like he wanted to slap me when I suggested he come shopping with me, but he gave me the money anyway.

It’s a good thing too. I need to look perfect tonight. I think I’ve persuaded Blaise to take on Bastien, but I’ve yet to secure my position in his pack. The wealthiest and most beautiful she-wolves in Tartarus will be present at this evening’s state dinner, and I need to outshine them all.

I’ll conquer Elysium. Nothing

Frederic’s POV

I roar, slamming my fist down on the kitchen counter, “What the hell were you thinking? I told you to stay in the

be sure it was me. You said yourself they found nothing when they searched, there’s no evidence to back

Odette is no fool.” I snap.

flashes in my mother’s eye, sparking a fresh burst of anger. She would never have dared to speak to my father this way. Does she think she is permitted to condescend to me simply because she raised me? “But you can’t

can and I do.” I growl, catching her chin in my hand. “I did not ask you to come here, you did that on your own and you can sure as hell pay the consequences for your short sightedness. You should have known

still your mother.” She bites back, *don’t speak to

thunder, “You might have a few good ideas, but you’re

someone who can move through the city

what do you plan on doing now?” She

down at the she-wolf, I ask, “Do you remember what you said to me after Dad died?” Bending down and glaring into her green eyes, I continue, “When I wanted to know how we were going to make Gabriel and Bastien

now,

what I was told.” I remind me, “now it’s your turn. I don’t owe you any explanations, especially not when you

isn’t fair!” My mother

before I can stop myself, I lash out with the back of my hand, catching her square in

of blood trails from the corner of her mouth, the scent triggering my prey drive. “I don’t owe you fairness. I don’t owe you anything at all. Now you can fall in line

woman. It wasn’t so very long ago that I revered my mother, thinking she was the ideal Luna. Now I see

did, I realized just how brazen she’d become: manipulating me, trying to tell me what to do long after I reached maturity it was as if she thought she could rule by using me