Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 179

Bastien

“You bitch.” | growl, glaring at Arabella. Without my full memory, I can’t begin to fathom why she is doing this, but it’s clear now Arabella is not my friend. The only reason she’ seven still standing is because she has my mate, and I don’ t have the first idea how to find her in this strange city.

“Ouch, Bastien!” She pretends to pout, “You’ll hurt my feelings with talk like that.”

“Where is she?” | demand, “why are you doing this?” Axel is seething in my chest, begging me to let him out so he can put an end to this woman. It all feels impossibly strange. A few days ago I still saw Bella as Flynn’s under standably flawed little sister, now years worth of memories have reappeared in my mind all at once, and I’m seeing her more and more as an unforgivable villain.

“You know I don’t remember much about my mother,” she tells me, “but I’ve always remembered her telling me that some men needed a little bit of extra encouragement to get down the aisle. I guess what they say is right – Mom my does know best.”

“Why go through all this, just to marry me?” I demand, She tilts her head back and laughs, a light, tinkling sound. “You know this never gets old. I thought having the same conversation over and over would get really tiring, but I never cease to enjoy the way your poor memory al ways leads you to the same ridiculous conclusion.” Arabella sneers, “I suppose after a lifetime of being told you were sooo superior I’ll take any opportunity to disprove it.”

“What are you talking about?” I hiss.

“I don’t want to marry you, for you Bastien.” She an nounces sharply, “I want to marry you for your power: Nothing more.”

“And you think this will make me agree?” | demand, brandishing the phone. “Why should I play into your hands when I could just kill you now?”

“Because if you kill me, you’ll never find her.” Arabella grins, “I’m the only one who knows where she is. If I don’t go by to feed her and give her water, she and your unborn pup will die.”

“… she’s breeding?” | gape, feeling both horrified and thrilled.

“You know she’s been a lot more forgiving than I would be in her shoes.” Arabella ponders aloud. “I mean, if my mate forgot me and my pups so easily, I’d never want to go near him again.”

if it was my choice.” Even as we stand here talking, more of my memories re turn, including Selene sharing what really happened the night she left Elysium. Unbridled fury washes over me, and

boy.” She taunts. “You can walk

we’ll just go back to

adapt your plans as the

Selene?” | ask fiercely, “I have other ways of getting

Arabella agrees, “but how do you know when the last time it is I paid your little mate a visit? What if she’s dehydrating to death right now? Can you

and poor selene with her severe nausea.”

accuse, feeling completely beyond my depth for what

I?” Arabella challenges, “How can

giving in to Arabella is losing my mate. I want to believe that I could track Selene even if I killed Arabella now, but I’m in a strange city without half of my memory, and there’s no telling whether or

kill her once you get what you want?” I press, struggling to contain my

shrugs, “but there’s no doubt she’ll die if you

to play it safe for the time be ing. “I’ll marry you – but don’t expect anything more

coolly. “But I’m so pleased you’re finally seeing reason.” Arching her brow and adopting a mocking tone,

mutter in

black tuxedo jacket into my arms. “The wedding is today, so get

go the rest of my life without getting kidnapped again,

more than once and still doesn’t learn her lesson? My only hope is that Helene was unharmed by Arabella’s blow, and was able to recover

sickness is quickly spinning out of control. Arabella had the decency to leave me a bucket for my bodily functions, but even on an empty stomach,

potion maker, is coming by every few hours and pushing food and water through a compartment in the door, but so far he’s seemed complete ly immune to

conjuring shadows, summoning moonlight, even hypnotiz ing the man holding me captive – yet nothing is working. The silver