Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate novel Chapter 125

#Chapter 125 – Murder for Hire

Bastien

The attack comes just before I reach the edge of the Calypso territory

I left the car at the edge of the woods when night fell, wanting to do a bit of reconnaissance before deciding how my quest should proceed. There’s a chance that when all is said and done I’ll retrieve the car and enter Tartarus without further deception, driving right up to the front door and introducing myself to Blaise Denizen under a diplomatic front,

However, I think it’s far more likely that I’m going to need to hide my presence here at all costo. I suspect that if I do approach Denizen in person, it will not be under my true identity. However I can’t decide which tact to choose before I’ve been the Calypso pack for myself. I want to find out what the common people know about their Alpha’s quest to find Volana wolves, and I need to get my boatings and plan contingencies including escape routes in case things take a turn for the worse.

The Eastern mountains aren’t nearly as tall as those surrounding Elysium, but they do seem to have been corved from pure granite, Dense trees are broken up by massive boulders and rockfaces my paws scrabble over without croco, and I actually consider shifting back into human form to climb up some of the trickler inclines. Still, the night is cool and quiet, with the waning moon ohining bright overhead,

Following my nose towards the city and enjoying the freedom to stretch my legs after so many hours of being cramped in the car, I tackle the steep slopes and unfamiliar terrain with increasing vigor. The closer I draw to my destination, the more my curiosity grows. I also con’t help but thinking that the sooner my mission is complete, the sooner I can return home to my family, I already miss Selene and Lila, though it’s barely been two days since I left them. I’m still picturing their beautiful faces when I hear quiet footsteps moving through the woods a few hundred meters to the south. Pretending I don’t hear whoover is on my trail, Iscent the air. Unfortunately they’re downwind, sol can scarcely smell them. However I can tell there are at least a dozen shifters, and they aren’t all wolves. There’s at least two felines and one bear, which frankly doesn’t bode well for me,

I’ve been so focused on the threat posed by Blaise Denizen that I didn’t give much thought to rogues and bandits in the borderlands, but now I’m kicking myself for the oversight. Hopefully when they see I’m in wolf form and not carrying anything of value they’ll pass by without incident, but one can never be too careful.

They’re moving faster now, doubtless trying to reach me before I can cross over into Calypso territory, where Blaise will undoubtedly have sentries patrolling the forest. If I were so inclined, I could break into a run and probably reach safety before they can catch up. But it’s not in my nature to run from a fight, and if I’m wrong and they do follow me across the border, I’ll have wasted my energy in the chase.

Instead I turn to face them head on, watching as seven gray wolves, two foxes, three bobcats and a black bear come slinking through the trees around me, their eyes glowing in the pitch darkness. Three of the wolves are females, but they’re all clearly rogues. Their shabby appearances and plentiful battle scars combine to emit an undeniable aura of menace.

If you’ve come looking for an easy mark, I’m afraid you’re going to be disappointed. I tell them, sending out a wave of Alpha authority that visibly startles the group. A few of the shifters exchange surprised glances, and I continue, I don’t have any money or valuables on me, you might as well move along.

The largest wolf omong the ragtag pack steps forward, and I clock a long scar through one of his golden eyes. He bares her fangs, growling low and deep, We aren’t here to steal from you, Durand.

My heart sinks when I hear my name. This is not good. The only silver lining is that I made the right decision by not running, these shifters have only one goal in mind attack. So you know who I am, I snarl, not letting my agitation show. But you clearly didn’t warn your pack who they’d be dealing with. I know! wouldn’t appreciate being kept out of the loop, especially since you’re putting their necks on the line.

An ripple of unease passes through the other shifters, and I know I’ve hit a nerve. Still, the leader Ignores my words, you leave my people to me.

Of course, if they want to follow a bastard who doesn’t give a damn about their lives, that’s their choice. I counter, hoping at least one or two of my attackers will abandon the fight before it begins. I desperately need to thin

the herd if i’m going to win

Not going to offer to pay us off, Durand? The leader questions, almost seeming as though

I’m letting him down.

No. I inform them stonily. They’ve clearly been hired to come after me, even if I was cowardly enough to try and buy my safety, it wouldn’t do any good.