Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

Chapter 155- Bastien Takes Care of Arabella

Bastien

All I ever seem to do these days is pace.

Pace, scour the news from Elysium and try to figure out what hell I’m going to do. I cannot stomach the

idea of standing by and doing nothing, but Arabella gets so frantic every time I mention going back or

taking action that I’ve learned to cool my temper around her.

It’s strange, I’ve witnessed a thousand of Bella’s tantrums over the years, but she’s never been a

cowardly wolf. No, her fits have almost always been about not getting her way, this is the first time I’ve

ever seen her so beside herself out of fear. She must have been terribly traumatized to be this afraid,

and things must be even worse in Elysium then I realized if she feels she has no allies there. I still find

it hard to believe my mother, Aiden and Donovan would all be so easily fooled by Selene, but

everything I read in the papers or see on TV backs up what Arabella says.

The pack is about ready to throw me out as Alpha, and my so-called mate is nowhere to be found. If

anything, she stirs up the discontent by making herself a victim at the expense of my absence.

Unfortunately the cable was out last week during the press conference she gave, but

Arabella showed me the papers the next day, which detailed how my wife bemoaned my negligence

and blamed me for everything going wrong at home.

I don’t want to upset Arabella, but I cannot allow this to go on, I have to return home and expose my

cousin and traitorous wife. I’m supposed to be here planning my next move, but every time I think of a

new idea, Arabella shoots it down. I admit she knows the current situation better than I do, but I think

I’ve been letting her fear guide us both, and that cannot continue.

My wolf goes on high alert when I smell Bella drawing near the apartment and hear her crying. I’m

automatically bracing myself for danger when she stumbles into the room, bruised and sobbing. “Bella!”

Rushing to her side, I lock the door behind her and gather her up, trying to

get a look at her even as she collapses into my arms. “What happened?”

“It was Blaise.” She wails, sniffling loudly, “He called an audience with me and I thought it was just to

talk about the state dinner next week, but it wasn’t.”

“Blaise did this?!” I demand fiercely, finally pushing her off of me long enough to get a look at the dark

bruise blooming across her cheek. What kind of a man hits and innocent woman? I think in horror, what

kind of Alpha treats his subjects that way?

The same kind that would lock all the poor and diabled people in an underground prison and ban them

from mixing with their “betters”. Axel supplies with a snarl.

“Yes!” Arabella cries, “oh Bastien, he was terrifying. He’s been having me followed, he said he knew I’d

been exploring the city, going to the underground. He said he didn’t give me permission to roam

Tartarus at will and threatened to kill me if I crossed him again.”

“What?” Tutter in disbelief, that’s insane.”

“He’s insane!” Arabella agreed. “it’s only a blessing he didn’t see us together. We can’t risk you leaving

the house again, or he might kill us both.”

As guilty as I feel for thinking it, I can’t help but feel Arabella is being hysterical. First because breaking

a law and going to the underground is a far cry from merely stepping outside one’s own front door –

especially when Blaise has no idea who I am. Second because regardless of the threat it may pose, I

have zero intention of lying down and letting a tyrant walk all over me. And third, because none of this

makes any sense. I mean, I know Blaise is a ruthless tyrant, but I have to be missing some detail here.

Why would he care so much about a random she-wolf who doesn’t even belong to his pack defying

him? Why would it matter if he saw another visitor staying with her.

She’s not telling us everything. Axel reasons, far more calmly than I would have expected him to feel

under the circumstances. That’s the only explanation

“Come here,” I encourage Arabella gently, guiding her to the kitchen, “Let me take a look at your

cheek.”

As we move across the room I realize Arabella is limping, so I sweep her up into my arms and set her

on the counter. “Just breath Bella.” | encourage. “Can you do that for me?”

The sobbing blonde heaves in a few gulps of breath, and when her shaking has lessened, I prompt her

to start from the beginning.

“It’s like I told you,” She chokes, “He called me for an audience and attacked me.”

Though bruised, her cheek looks as if it will heel relatively quickly. Based on my own battle experience,

I’d say he walloped her pretty hard, but only struck once. At least the bastard is capable of that much

restraint. “Okay, where else are you hurt?” I ask, looking her over.

“Just my cheek and my ankle.” She sniffs, her lips trembling dangerously

Moving to examine her ankle, I can’t find anything visibly wrong with it, but presume it must be a sprain.

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Chapter 155. Rastien Takes Care of Arabella

“Bella, why was Blaise having you followed?” i don’t really know a delicate way of asking this question,

so I simply blurt out the tactless thought in my mind, “Why does he care about you, or what you’re

doing in the city7”

Arabella flushes, looking surprised by my blunt words and unsure how to answer, I can see the gears

spinning in her head, and I know Axel was right. she is hiding something. It’s also clear she doesn’t

want to tell me her secret. Her lips are pursed and her brown eyes are darting around as if searching

for an answer. “What is it, Bella?” | encourage, “You can tell me.”

She peeked up at me from beneath her lashes, looking more vulnerable than I can remember seeing

her in a very long time. “You have to promise you won’t get mad.”

* Just tell me, honey. I promise you’ll feel better with everything out in the open.”

Staring at her lap and nervously twiddling her fingers, she admits, “Blaise he’s been pursuing me.” Her

voice is barely louder than a whisper, “He came onto me when I first arrived but I told him I wasn’t that

kind of girl. I don’t think he knows how to take no for an answer.”

Damn, I think, overcome with fury and frustration. This explains a lot, including why a strange man’s

mere presence could cause problems for Arabella. It’s also a very unfortunate complication, for both of

us. “Well he has a funny way of showing his affection.” I growl, pulling a bag of frozen peas from the

freezer and tenderly applying it to her cheek. She winces and tries to push me away, but I hush her and

hold firm, “I know it hurts, darling. Just give it a moment. It will help.”

*Thank you for taking care of me, Bastien.” She whimpers, “I don’t know what i’d do without you.”

“You don’t ever have to worry about that again.” I vow. “From here on out, it’s you and me, Bella. We’re

going to get through this together.”

She blinks up at me tearfully, her hands clutching my shirt in an iron grip. But how?”

In this moment I can almost see her as a child again, when she inevitably got herself in over her head

trying to prove herself and Flynn and I would have to come to the rescue. I recognize the hallmarks

well, and I have a feeling this is more of the same. I don’t doubt she’s hurting, but Arabella has never

been the type to pull out the puppy dog eyes unless she’s trying to garner sympathy.

Nothing excuses what Blaise has done, but I wouldn’t be surprised if she hadn’t come here intending to

charm him and subsequently bit off more than she can chew. Sweet and vulnerable is not her style

unless she’s trying to get out of trouble, then she’ll pull out all the stops to avoid accountability,

“We’ve got to get out of this city.” I insist, hoping this incident will finally make her see how dangerous it

is to stay here. “I need to return to Elysium, and we need to get you away from Blaise.”

“No!” Arabella yelps, surprising me, “We can’t leave. This is the only place we’re safe from Selene.”

Furrowing my brow in confusion, I study Flynn’s sister closely, thinking perhaps Blaise hit her harder

than I realized. “But Bella, we aren’t safe here either” I remind her. “Blaise is never going to be an ally

to me, and he’s a threat to us both.”

“Actually, I’ve been thinking.” Arabella says, though it truly seems like she’s making this up as she goes

along. “Maybe I should just give in to Blaise.”

“What are you talking about?” I demand.

“He might help us if I did.” She shrugs.

“Bella, you’ve spent weeks telling me what a monster he is and that he’d kill me for the Nova Pack and

the first chance.” i exclaim.

“I just, I don’t know what else to do!” She cries, jumping down off the counter. “it’s different for you, you

can go back and fight Selene and Frederic, but I’m exiled – from our pack and from all of our allies’ too.

I don’t have a choice but to stay in Tartarus, and this might be the only way I can do so safely.”

“No,” i command forcefully. “That isn’t happening. When I go home, you’ll come with me. I’m going to

make things right.”

She shakes her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. “You still don’t get it, do you?” She asks. “The

moment you go back there, they’ll turn you against me. They’ll convince you i’m evil. They’ve already

done it once, they can do it again.”

Understanding finally sinks in, and I realize this is what she’s been afraid of all along. “Then we won’t

give them a choice.” I decide. “We’ll make it so nothing can come between us.”

“What do you mean?” Arabella questions, sounding defeated,

“We’ll get married.”

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