Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 184 – Selene Explores Her New Digs

Selene

If I thought Blaise‘s city was an atrocity, it‘s nothing compared to his pack house. In fact, Pack house is honestly a misnomer, it‘s more akin to a palace. That‘s why it‘s so easy to see why Arabella liked this place so much – it‘s full of the kind of gaudy excess and cruelty she adored.

The worst part is that Blaise is still crooning to me as if I‘m a puppy, pointing out every detail of his horrible home. His servants, who all avert their gazes from him as if afraid making eye contact will cost them their heads, open every door for us as we pass. They race along side us offering re freshments and amenities, but I can see the bruises on their skin and the terrified look in their eyes.

Every inch of the place is covered in wealth, and I can see nervous looking aristocrats glancing our way out of the corner of their eyes.

“First things first, my beauty.” Blaise says, leading me forward by the hand. “We have to make sure you don‘t get carried away with that magic of yours. But as soon as that‘s done, we‘ll get you cleaned up and feed you.”

“You don‘t need to contain my magic.” | protest. “You have Bastien, I‘m not going to do anything to risk him.”

“Of course you will.” He chuckles, “It‘s in your nature.

I‘m trying to keep track of all the rooms we‘re moving through to map out the mansion in my mind, but it doesn‘t do any good. This place is too enormous for me to sort out mentally “Where is Bastien anyway?” I ask, “what did you do with him.”

“He‘s safe.” Blaise promises.

“How do I know that, how can I trust you‘ll keep your word?” | demand. “I want to see him!”

“Perhaps, if you‘re very, very good for me.” He leers, “but not yet, not until you earn it.”

He steers me into a room that looks like some sort of armory, but everything inside is made of silver instead of iron. I see a collection of collars and bracelets, and sudden ly realize that most of the aristocrats and guards I‘ve seen are wearing some version of the accessories. “This is how you keep people from defying you.” | think aloud, “this is how you keep wolves away from the moon. They aren‘t obeying you willingly, you‘re dampening their powers.”

good.” Blaise praises, petting my long hair. “Of course

a pair of moonstone studded bracelets from the wall, more ornate than any of the other creations. “I had these made in preparation for

bracelets are clapped around my wrists, I feel my magic slipping away as swiftly as it had beneath Arabella‘s shackles. It feels like it did when I had Luna, but hadn‘t yet

now.” Blaise grins, “let‘s get you up to your

estate, he pushes open a pair

of servants sweep in behind us, leading me for ward and out of Blaise‘s hands. “You know what to do ladies.” He instructs them. I want her looking perfect for me.” He chucks me under the chin, “You and I have a dinner date, my

up my best simpering smile, I bat my eyelash es even as my heart

the room, with the bearing of a man

feel ing ten times more human than I had a few minute before, the servants pour me into a skin tight cocktail dress and paint me in a heavy layer of shellac – one that covers the circles beneath

me while they worked, but I caught more than one pitying look. Glancing at the clock, I realize there‘s only fifteen more minutes be fore our supposed date. Stalking out into the suite, 1 begin scanning the room frantically for some sort of escape, and pull up short when I realize I‘m not alone after

appeared out of thin air, is Helene. She‘s wearing a servant‘s garb and a sad smile. “Well

see you!” | exclaim, throwing my arms around

a bag of bones at this point.” She cautions,

did you get up here?”

un derestimated and going unnoticed is one of them.” Looking me

just want this baby for himself, he plans on breed ing me so we can sacrifice a

sensed it was something like that. There is truly something twisted

get to Bastien, or how to keep Blaise at bay. The only idea I have so far is to act fawning. For a tyrant who expects everyone to fall

nods again, “He‘s a killer, he likes to hear his victim‘ s pain.” She scans the room as we talk, seeing the world with that second sight of hers and making me ache with curiosity to know what she‘s discovering. “That part of him is both entwined and apart from the

me I was destined to face him…?” |

how, do you know whether…” | can‘t seem to get the words out. I‘m too