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.”

hair. “Of course none

than any of the

away as swiftly as it had beneath Arabella‘s shackles. It feels like it did when I had Luna, but hadn‘t yet tapped into my powers. It‘s as if my hands have been tied behind my back, and I‘m fighting with only half

grins, “let‘s get you up to your

he pushes open a pair of double doors and reveals

hands. “You know what to do ladies.” He instructs them. I want her looking perfect for me.” He chucks

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

sweeps out of the room, with the bearing of a

am about what a dinner date with Blaise might entail, I can‘t help but enjoy the first shower I‘ve been allowed in days. Once I‘m clean and 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 my eyes and all

worked, but I caught more than one pitying look. Glancing at the clock, I realize there‘s only

of thin air, is Helene. She‘s

am I glad to see you!” | exclaim, throwing my

little mother, I‘m little more than a bag of bones at this point.” She

get up here?” | ask,

old has it‘s benefits,” She shrugs, “being un derestimated and going unnoticed is one of them.” Looking me over closely, she adds,

Blaise is forming. He doesn‘t just want this baby for himself, he plans on breed ing

gravely, “I sensed it was something like that. There is truly something twisted

am I going to do, Helene?” | fret, wringing my hands. “I don‘t have the first idea how to 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 at his

“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

told me I was destined to face him…?” |

can‘t seem to get the words out. I‘m too afraid of the answers