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.

fear courses through my body. “Whatever do you mean?” I ask him with a wide smile,

“you do

my brow, I say, “I’m sorry, sir.

and disbelief, I realize they’re all of me. Thankfully

stammer, “You’ve been having me

Blaise snarls, clenching his fists at my audacity, would you care to explain what you were

someone to come to my aid, my mind races a mile a minute. When no one speaks up I look back to the terrifying alpha

be a few people who don’t fall in line immediately, but if we

Blaise asks rhetorically, rising from his

going to tell you the plan the

return his grin as he draws nearer, relieved beyond belief that he bought my story. He comes so close that our bodies are almost touching, and before

understanding where I went wrong. “First of all, we are not taking over the Nova pack I am taking over the Nova pack and if you’re lucky I’ll let you live long enough to lick my boots once we succeed.” He hisses, spittle flying from his lips as he shakes me roughly, drawing an unwilling whimper

you do not make plans at all. You do not even think without my permission You are useful to me because of your connection to the Durands and your inside knowledge, that is why I’m keeping you around, not so that you can fuck up my best laid plans by getting ideas of your own.” He

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

mewl pitifully. “I’ll