Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate novel Chapter 190

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.”

“How 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 lives.

“Your mate is formidable and determined.” Helene an swers, “As long as you’re alright he’ll suffer any discomfort.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” | sigh. “I don’t want him to suf fer for me – he’s already been through so much.”

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

torture him the way he…”

“The way he tortured my father?” | guess, finishing her thought when she cannot.

“Yes.” She agrees.

“I wish I could see them, even just for a few moments.” | confess, trying to concoct a plan to get down to the dun geons unseen for the thousandth time, and coming up short yet again.

“Is Blaise still promising you proof of life?” Helene in quires, wrapping her bony arm around my shoulders.

“Why did she even create us anyway?” | ask, “I mean what good are we doing by being here? What use is giving a few women extra powers, especially when it makes them targets for monsters?”