Pregnant And Rejected

Pregnant And Rejected By My Alpha Mate By Caroline Above Chapter 193

Charta 19.3 -Lockdoen

Selene

I’m woken by the sounds of blaring alarms, the sound so shrill and horrible | slam a pillow over my face before I can stop to consider what the sound might mean. It’s not until my bedroom door swings open and a young servant girl pokes her head in, that I lower the plush implement. She pulls me out of bed and helps me into a robe while my head spins.

An alarm. I think hopefully, that’s bad for Blaise.

And what’s bad for Blaise can only be good for us. Luna answers slyly.

“What’s happened?” I ask the girl helping me.

“We‘re going into lockdown, miss.” the young servant an swers, breaking the silence her station usually demands.

“What do you mean, lockdown?” | question, “What’s hap pened?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never heard the alarms go off before, but the Alpha’s orders were unequivocal. The entire above ground is locking down, so it can’t be a fire or flood.” She rea sons, her voice hoarse from lack of use.

“Did you speak to him yourself?” | ask, trying to figure out exactly what’s going on. If it’s just a lockdown and he doesn’t know where I am, I might be able to get away. But if she was specifically sent to retrieve me, I probably can’t escape with out endangering her.

com “No.” She shakes her head, “This is just standard proce

dure. I’m taking you to one of the safe rooms.”

“Wait!” I cry, pulling her to a stop. “What’s your name?”

The girl

help, and I’m always strongest first thing in the morning. This could be my chance to free myself, Bastien and my father at once. Helene’s voice rings in my ears, urging me to be patient, but

I don’t understand.” Clara murmurs

declare, “I don’t want to get you in trouble and I don’t know what you might

going to escape?” She

going on right now, but I guarantee Blaise and his guards are more distracted than they’ll ever

whimpers, “I have a

give me a head start.” I beg,

can’t

pair of maternity jeans, a black top and flats. “Please, promise me you won’t tell them where l’ ve

jaw slackens, and she repeats, “I never saw

I praise, dashing out of the

but Blaise hasn’t trusted me enough to tell me

the alarms. I’m trying to be as quiet as possible, but I’m also painfully aware that my scent is leaving a

assume that most of Blaise’s security force have gone to the guard house beside the front courtyard. I have to pause at every other corner I reach, waiting for neat rows of march ing sentries to pass

guards I do encounter. The rising sun blinds me when I fi nally break out into the fresh air, feeling a rush of exhilaration

brief moment of hesitation as I worry I might be mistaken for one of Blaise’s devoted followers and make my self a target,

me from behind, lifting my feet off the ground as I yelp in surprise. Struggling to escape the

the sound of someone clear ing their throat, my eyes going wide as’l see a line of guards circling myself and my captor. There

sure I’m going to be sick.

But clearly he can.

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