Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 154 Arabella Has an Audience with Blaise

Arabella’s POV

As much as I wanted to slap my supplier right in the face when he advised me to try being lovable, I can’t deny he had a point. I need Bastien to fall head over heels in love with me, and I haven’t been trying very hard thus far. After all, I have to convince him we’re meant to be together so completely that he won’t believe the truth even when his betas say it to his face. He has to be so blinded by affection that he won’t recognize his own mate if they meet again.

I’ve got my work cut out for me.

At least I have one advantage, which is that I know what he likes. I just have to act as pathetic and helpless as Selene, and the big idiot will fall at my feet. No one is easier to manipulate than an alpha with a hero complex, except maybe one who’s being drugged. That’s the other tool in my limited arsenal. I’ve decided to up the dosage of the memory potion a bit, so that he’s even more confused than he is already.

I’m going to set my plan in motion tonight. I’ve done everything I can think of to arrange the perfect date. While he’s taking a little drug induced nap a professional cleaning crew and chef will make me look like susie homemaker, and the dress purchased this afternoon will make me look even more appetizing than dinner. I’ll act as sweet and ditsy as possibly can, lord knows his mate doesn’t have a spine, let alone a brain.

However before I begin the distasteful task of making that oaf love me, I have to deal with the other Alpha in my life. Blaise hasn’t seemed to mind my absence too much in recent days, and I might have been offended if it weren’t for the fact that I very much needed the time away from him to sort out things with Bastien. Still he did call an audience with me this afternoon, so I expect he’ll be bending over backwards to apologize for his neglect. I’ll have to act aloof and unconvinced so that I can explain my continued absence in coming weeks.

Blaise is the only Alpha I’ve ever known who actually sits on a throne, and he’s waiting for me in the throne room when I arrive, looking imperiously down at his subjects from the dais. The room is half full of nobles and aristocrats required to fawn over him every afternoon by his own decree, and i”m only too pleased to have an audience for his apology

“Is there something you’d like to tell me, Arabella?” Blaise inquires ominously, tapping his fingers impatiently on the arm of the throne.

through my

“you do not

Bastien from you even less. I think. Furrowing my brow, I say, “I’m sorry,

stack of glossy photos in my hand. Looking down at them in surprise and disbelief, I realize they’re all of me.

stammer, “You’ve

my audacity, would you care to explain what

praying for someone to come to my aid, my mind races a mile a minute. When no one speaks up I look

might be a few people who don’t fall in line immediately, but if we can make them forget it will be

so?” Blaise asks rhetorically, rising

I insist, “I was going to tell you the plan the next time

story. He comes so close that our bodies are almost touching, and before my eyes his

and if you’re lucky I’ll let you live long enough to lick my boots once we succeed.” He hisses,

of your connection to the

able to keep it that much together is that he’s clearly not planning on killing me, but I’m only too aware that he might still hurt me. “And third, I don’t associate with the drudges of the underground. No one aboveground is permitted to contaminate themselves with those mongrels’ poverty and depravity. If you expect to receive another audience with me, I expect you to thoroughly disinfect yourself and never set foot down there

sorry,” I mewl pitifully. “I’ll make it up