Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 144 The News Gets Out

As a general rule, I try not to judge people based on appearances, but I can’t recall ever seeing a bigger bunch of misfits than I’m staring at now. Gnarled, grizzled and tattooed, the rogues in front of me are so stereotypically rough looking it’s actually laughable. It’s as if a casting director put up an ad for outcasts and every muscle bound ruffian in the city turned up to audition.

Oh well, I might not care for their style, but there’s no question, they’re exactly what I need. With Bastien gone, the opportunity to cause disruptions in the pack are higher than ever, I’d be a fool not to take advantage.

“You’re sure the Alpha isn’t here?” The lead shifter demands, sharpening a knife in an obvious bid to look intimidating.

Ridiculous, I think. What kind of shifter resorts to weapons, you’ve got built-in knives in your paws! Of course, his act might be more believable if he wasn’t so concerned with whether or not an authority figure was present in the territory.

“I’m positive, it’s been all over the news for days.” I explain, tossing a newspaper at their feet. “The city is in the hands of his Betas, and trust me, they are nothing compared to Bastien Durand. You’ll have free reign.”

The man briefly scans the document before nodding and tossing it to one of his compatriots. “Why are you doing this?” The leader questions, making me roll my eyes. So distrustful.

“Because the worse people think of Bastien, the better things are for me.” I drawl. “Trust me, we’re on the same side here.”

“I don’t trust anyone.” The shifter grumbles, trying to sound menacing.

“You’ve also seen way too many crime dramas.” I remark, “Now stop wasting my time, are you in or are you out?”

The oversized rogue glances at his accomplices. For a few brief moments, I wonder if they’ll turn on me and my mind begins running simulations: can I take them, or should I run? However my fears are for naught. After a moment the hulking men nod in agreement. “We‘re in.”

A triumphant grin splits my face in two, and I pivot to the side, sweeping my arm in a gesture of welcome, “Then welcome, gentlemen.” announce, “Elysium is yours for the taking.”

neutral territory. They leap over the bodies of the sentries

Selene’s POV

and magazines to distract me, but nothing transports me away from my current predicament better than a good movie or mind numbing sitcom. Besides, the TV has also become my only outlet to the outside world. Drake and Odette won’t

a point about keeping me in the dark. Things aren’t going well. Actually, that’s an understatement, based on the grim looking reporters and

was beset by rogues who apparently infiltrated the territory in a bid to take advantage of Alpha Bastien’s absence.” One of the newscasters is saying. “Two sentries were killed along the borderlands, and a stream of violent crimes rocked the city in the early hours of the morning

outsiders terrorized what was once considered the safest corner of the city on an unprecedented scale. Never before has central Elysium seen such a dramatic surge in violence and one has to wonder if this tragedy could ever have occurred if our Alpha was home

to be proved very wrong. The headlines scrolling below the news desk foreshadow the next headlining story,

leaving Elysium Central hospital with her granddaughter Lila yesterday, this reporter learned that they were visiting Selene while she remains confined to bed suffering a bout of hyperemesis gravidarum, a

my own image added to the ridiculous news story. “Needless to say, the Alpha’s absence while his mate is not only breeding, but hospitalized, comprises an unthinkable offense. Breeding is a highly sensitive period for fated mates, and the idea that our leader

much for unbiased

is this happening? Luna whines, this isn’t

remind her, they have

isn’t true! She

know, but the only way we can challenge them

What? Luna prompts.

think I have an

an interview.” I state

out of his

“I have to set the record straight. The pack needs

to know he hasn’t