Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 182- Selene Decides

Selene

Thad a nightmare like this once: being helpless before Blaise while my family hangs in the balance. However even my worst dreams couldn’t have predicted this fate: being forced to choose between Bastien’s life and my own. Bastien is roaring and raging at me, ordering me to leave him behind, but I can’t bring myself to turn my back on him, Every time I see the knife go deeper into his back, Luna howls in agony and despair, freezing me in place.

I know Blaise’s offer is a trap, but I also know that there s no way I can undo what he’s already discovered. One way or another Blaise knows who I am now, he knows where I live and he knows about my unborn child. He doesn’t know about Lila, and the only person in Tartarus who might have betrayed her existence to him is dead now. If I run away now, he’ll simply follow me back to Elysium, and then there’

s no guaranteeing that I can keep my daughter safe.

“Bastien,” | sniffle, begging him to understand, “If I go now he’ll only come after me, he’ll follow me home.”

I can see my message click into place in his mind, but he only pauses for a moment. “Then don’t go home!” He hisses, “go to ground, go somewhere he’ll never find you. Don’t sacrifice yourself for me, I’m not worth it – think about the baby!”

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“I am,” | cry, feeling more helpless than I can ever re member. Even if I went to ground, Blaise would find out about Lila, and I can’t stand the idea of running forever and losing Bastien too. “And you’re wrong, you are worth it. I’ll find a way out of this, but I can’t let him kill you.”

that pours out of my mate as I lower my hands and step

can collide with the tyrant in front of me. Bastien falls to the ground with a groan as the magic traps him

okay.” | tell Bastien as he

madman praises me, his wide smile audi ble in his voice. “Hold onto that hope, my beauty.” Before I can stop him, he straightens me up and looks me over, studying my fair skin even as he makes it positively crawl. Already I can feel myself lighting up again,

count on it.” | vow, trying and failing to pull away from

leers, looking me up and down like a piece of meat, “You’ve already proven yourself capable of

through clenched fangs, “I will never willingly

coun ters, “do you not think I will appreciate you all the more

sort of sadist that probably loves making others miserable, I soften my pose, ceasing to try and fight him and

throws his head back and laughs, the same sort of delighted cackle he emitted when he realized I’d man aged to harness my powers. “Oh my clever pet, do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting to find a

| snap, giving up the act for the time being. “I’ve been running from you my whole life – even be fore I knew it. You killed my father, you caused my mother

than she was.” He traces a finger down my cheek, “the last Volana,” he grins,

is only passed from mother to daugh ter. Still, telling him that can’t help me: either he’ll decide to kill me now despite his filthy fantasies, or decide to indulge

you’re thinking.” The wretched man tells me smugly. “That there’s a chance your child won’t be the gift I’m hoping it to be.” I feel my eyes widen, and a skitter of worry works it’s way through my body. “But I’ve been studying your kind since I was a boy, since the very first time I ever heard about the bloodline. I could tell you se crets about your powers you

speaks I can only half concentrate on his words, because his guards are busy shackling Bastien’s legs and dragging him from the room.

my attention back to him. “For example, I know that there’s about a seventy percent chance the child will inherit the Volana gift if it’s a girl – and Volana’s are almost twice as likely to bear daugh