Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 190 – The Goddess Mans

Selene

“I can’t do this for much longer,” | groan, staring out the windows at the glittering skyline of tartarus. Blaise will be holding court in just under an hour, and my night will go the same of every night that has come before. His servants will dress me in a ridiculously expensive gown, I’ll wear it for a sum total of one hour while the aristocrats of the Calypso pack whisper at me behind their hands and Blaise fawns over me. I’ll eventually excuse myself from dinner with the excuse of nausea, only to return to my rooms and wait for Blaise to turn up and try to paw me. I’ll hypnotize him and send him to bed, then lie awake agonizing over Bastien, Lila and our fu ture.

Weeks have passed but nothing has changed, and things aren’t getting any easier. I’m getting more confident in using my magic and practice most of the day, but as I become more adept my body grows weaker. My pregnancy is progressing just as it should, but carrying twins takes more of a toll on my energy, mood and health than carrying Lila did, and I find my self sleeping almost as often as I’m awake.

“You just have to hold on a little while longer.” Helene en courages, patting my hand.

“I don’t have a while.” I argue, “I’m getting bigger every day, and twins almost always come early.” The doctor didn’t share this piece of news with me, but I found a few books in Blaise’s extremely neglected library and discovered that I can expect my babies at 36 weeks instead of 40. I’m frightened and heartsore, and every milestone that would usually fill me

with joy – like feeling the first gentle kicks in my womb – fill me with dread.

“You still have months to go, Selene.” Helene attempts to soothe me, “And the rebels are getting closer to putting their plans in motion every day.”

“Well tell them to hurry up already!” | exclaim, throwing my hands up and pacing away from my mentor. Helene re mains silent behind me, and as the seconds tick by, I feel in creasingly guilty for taking such a tone with her. “I’m sorry.” | murmur, wrapping my arms protectively around myself, “I just miss Bastien, I miss Lila, and I’m terrified of still being here when the new babies come.” My eyes burn with tears, “what if I never see my family again? What if Blaise wins?”

“Of course you’re scared, darling.” Helene responds sym pathetically, “but you can’t let your fear consume you. You have to keep fighting.”

are they? How are Bastien and my father?” | ques tion, thinking of all the other fears which suddenly seem too inconsequential when all our lives are at stake: like the fact that I promised Bastien he wouldn’t miss this pregnancy and am now breaking my word, or the very new concern that I might never get to meet my father, when I’ve only just learned that he still

swers,

to suf fer for me – he’s

feel any better, he’s not being harmed.” Helene assures me. “He’s caged, but Blaise has no reason

him the

tortured my father?” | guess, finishing her thought when she

“Yes.” She agrees.

few moments.” | confess, trying to concoct a plan to get down to the dun geons unseen for the thousandth time, and coming

you proof of life?” Helene in quires, wrapping her

decide what good means, and when he will make good on his word. Every time I ask he says the same thing: all in good time, pet. “I’ve thought about hypnotizing him to take me to see them, but I” m not strong enough. It takes all my energy just to keep his lust at

have to keep taking it one day at a

said than done.” | grumble. “Fate led us here in the first place. I can’t just sit back and let my life

isn’t what I’m suggesting and you know it.” Helene scolds, “People make terrible mistakes when they second guess the Goddess’s plans. It doesn’t mean you give up or be come passive and just let the world toss you about, it just means

the Goddess intends for me to lose my children?” ||

power on earth, she would never sac rifice them.” Helene reminds me. “You and Lila are the last sur viving members of her line. It’s not my place to assume I know her mind, but if I had to guess, you’re here with Blaise for a reason. He’s been hunting her children

I’m on the edge of giving up to speak so plainly. However, the idea that this might all be in the Goddess’s designs for the survival of my bloodline doesn’t comfort me one bit. “I don’t want to serve some high er purpose.” | snap, “I just want

hunting you. If you and your children survive, Volanas might not