Pregnant And Rejected By My Alpha Mate By Caroline Above Chapter 101
Pregnant And Rejected
Chapter 101 Arabella Makes a Friend Arabellaâs POV The Calypso Pack House is the most magnificent building Iâve ever seen.
Itâs at least three times the size of the Nova Pack House, and if it wasnât for the imposing fortifications surrounding the marble behemoth, it might be mistaken for a luxury resort. The mansion is built on a hill in the center of the capital city, Tartarus.
Clearly the architect designed it so the Alpha can look down on all his subjects, never freeing them of his watchful gaze and never letting them forget their place beneath him.
Glorious. I think wistfully, finally, a true Alpha.
The entire city makes Elysium look like a third world slum. While the Novas seem content to remain living in the past preserving ancient buildings, outdated traditions and muddy forests Tartarus was built with only strength in mind.
The cityâs towering border walls keep out any undesirables, and the few that slip through the cracks are dealt with in short order. The poorest members of the pack are kept well out of sight and out of mind;
living beneath the streets in the sprawling underground chambers which made up the civilizations of old â before the modern city was built overtop them, of course.
It really is much better this way. The aboveground is preserved for the shifters whoâve earned their place, who actually contribute something to society. After all, the aristocracyâs taxes pay for almost everything. Why should they have to share the bounty of their wealth with those who wonât even make an effort to better themselves.
So many of my problems would have been solved if Elysium was organized this way. Keeping the classes separate just makes everything so much cleaner and more tasteful. I swear, as soon as I get control of the Nova pack, Iâm going to recreate Elysium in the Calypsosâ image.
Iâd like to think I have a chance of winning over Blaise, convincing him to take me as his mate, but Iâm not only doing this for power. Sure, Iâll take it if I can get it, but I want revenge more. That means I canât commit to anything until Iâm sure every bridge with Bastien has been burned. Worst case, I have to simply take Bastienâs pack from him by force but we arenât there yet.
Iâm just glad my audience with Blaise Denizen has finally arrived. Itâs taken me two weeks to secure this meeting, and Iâ ve been trying to be patient, but itâs not easy when all my plans are at stake.
Bastienâs cousin Frederic turned out to be such a disappointment, Iâm ready to meet a real man, a worthy partner.
Iâm wearing my best dress, at least the best one I threw into my suitcase when I fled Elysium. Itâs red and slinky, showing off all my best assets. This Alpha isnât going to know what hit him.
My eyes immediately lock on Blaise when I enter his audience chambers. Heâs seated in an ornate chair on a raised dais, dressed in all black and looking so powerful my knees go weak. Heâs a bit older than Iâd like. His dark hair is streaked with grey and slight wrinkles gather at the corner of his eyes, but heâs in excellent shape and Goddess knows heâs younger than that gargoyle, Grigore.
I strut down the aisle, swinging my hips and shooting the dominant wolf my best âcome hitherâ look. I can see his dark eyes glinting from across the room, and I know he likes what he sees. Then again, who wouldnât?
When Iâm finally standing in front of him, I lower my gaze and curtsy, waiting for him to address me before speaking. I can feel his eyes raking over my body, lingering on my full breasts and the smooth swell of my hips.
âTell me your name, my beauty.â He orders, not giving me permission to stand.
âArabella Winters, Alpha.â I murmur, âI am of the Nova pack and have traveled very far to reach you today.â
âI didnât ask you for your life story.â He snaps, sending a shiver of fear through me, âBut since you offered it, what brings you to my doorstep.â
Nervously licking my lips, I say, âI have a proposition for you. An opportunity to spread your power to new territoires.â
I can see Blaise standing out of the corner of my eye, but Iâm too anxious to risk looking up at him. âDo you believe I am not already powerful enough?â He hisses. âYou Think if I did not want more power, I could not take it?â
âNo Alpha!â I exclaim, my heart racing. âThat isnât what I meant. Iâm simply looking for an ally. Your biggest competitor on the continuent is the Nova pack, and they grow stronger every day, but I know how to beat them.â
The Alpha is right in front of me now, his muscular body so close I can feel his heat. I canât bring myself to look him in the eye, but he solves that problem for me, latching his fist in my hair and yanking my head back. âAnd how do you know that?â Blaise demands, his eyes black as coal.
âBecause, I was raised by Gabriel Durand.â I explain huskily, âAnd I helped kill him.â
Blaiseâs eyes widen imperceptibly, and I feel a small rush of confidence, âI know Bastien better than anyone else. I know what motivates him. I know his weaknesses.â His hands arenât nearly so harsh now, and I raise my head, meeting his gaze head on. âIf you want Elysium, you need only ask.â
My mother has always been a cold woman. Even when Dad was alive, she was never the doting matriarch so many families boast. No, she was cunning and calculated, the perfect match for my ambitious father.
When I was a boy I used to feel cheated. I saw the other pups getting hugged and kissed by their parents, and I would while away the hours imagining what such a life could be like. However I quickly learned the error of my ways. My mother explained to me that love never got anyone anywhere in life, and there was no place for it in our familyâs mission.
My father should have been the Nova Alpha, but he was born second, and trying to claim his rightful place got him killed. Still, I canât deny how love has interfered in our plans. Mom says Iâm weak, and maybe I am, but I canât help it. I donât want to hurt Selene. I canât stand seeing her with that mongrel, Bastien.
I did everything I could to keep my mother at a distance, but after Selene and Lila returned to Elysium, she refused to stay away. Now Iâm stuck with her hovering over me, criticizing my every plan.
âYouâve failed.â She says, setting the dining room table. âHow are you possibly going to challenge Bastien now?â
âWe can still separate them.â I insist, prodding the sauce Iâve been doctoring on the stovetop. âSelene is vulnerable, easy to manipulate.â
âAnd this is the woman youâve thrown everything away for?â Mom gripes, throwing down the napkins sheâs supposed to be folding.
âThat isnât fair.â I argue, âShe was abused, mistreated. Her vulnerabilities are perfectly natural.â
My mother snorts derisively as she returns to the kitchen. âOnly weak women let hardship get the better of them.â She pulls the wooden spoon from my hand, raising it to her lips and grimacing, âToo salty.â
Reaching into the cabinets for some citrus, she continues, âI donât care what happened to her. Sheâs a fragile, silly little whore who doesnât have enough brains to recognize a true Alpha when heâs standing right in front of her.â
âDonât talk about her that way.â I growl, ripping the spoon back out of her hands.
âWell, well.â Mom raises her brows, âit seems caring for her has grown you a backbone if nothing else.â
âI have news for you mother.â I grouse,â; intend to take Selene as my mate once Bastienâs out of the way. Youâd do well to get used to the idea of having her as a daughter-in-law.â
My motherâs lip curls up, and I brace myself for her ire. âYou cannot take a mate who has already borne a pup to another Alpha. You need someone pure fresh.â She insists, âUnless of course youâre willing to get rid of her pup along with Bastien.â
âWhy would I?â I demand, âHer pup is a girl, sheâll never rule.â
âAnd since theyâve been back together?â Mom presses, âAre you sure she isnât already breeding again.â
âWell if she is, Iâll be the first to know.â I grumble. âBesides, itâs only been a few weeks.â
âYouâre smarter than this, Frederic.â My mother shakes her head, âdonât let one foolish she-wolf undo all your hard work.â
âIt isnât that simple.â I counter, âI canât change how I feel.â
âWell youâd better.â Mom orders, or so help me I will finish the job for you and I wonât spare the little halfling.â
âEnough!â I thunder, âIâm done listening to your insults and following your orders.â I exclaim, relishing the way my mother cringes away from me. âThis is my plan, my quest. Your time is past. You can fall in line, or you can get out!â
For a long moment, Iâm sure my mother will contradict me. Iâm sure sheâll fight back. Instead, she quells. âWhatever you say, son.â