Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

Chapter 193+ Motting the Revolution
Bastien
Making myself wait to take action until hearing from He lene is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. My relief over
escaping the dungeons with Grayson and James wore off almost immediately after learning that Selene was still Blaise’s captive.
I hadn’t really expected her to get away at the same time we did, but my disappointment and worry once Matthew filled us in was
proof of the hope I hadn’t let myself acknowledge.
The worst part is waiting for the witch to appear after wards, but my new allies keep reminding me that I won’t be any help to
Selene if I get captured again. Only this fact keeps me from storming back to Blaise’s palace and ripping the place apart to find
my mate. If I thought the Alpha would face a challenge head on things might be different, but it’s painful ly obvious now that he
would never allow a fair fight between us. He’s the worst kind of Alpha, one that relies on his army to maintain his power, rather
than letting his strength speak for
itself.
When Helene finally appears, striding into the rebel head quarters as if she owns the place, all my previous concerns evaporate.
She hasn’t come alone – in fact she’s with the very last person I ever expected to see here: Frederic.
“What the hell is he doing here?” | demand, surging for ward and barely restraining myself from attacking my cousin.
“Easy Bastien, he’s the one who connected me to your friends here.” Helene explains, holding her hand up to stall my
aggression, “He wants to help Selene.”
“Are you out of your mind?” | exclaim, feeling a fresh rush of fury consume my body. It took me a long time to finally sort through
all the memories Arabella erased, especially those I gained after her poison campaign began – but I had a lot of time to think in
the dungeons and I remember perfectly now. When I look at Frederic all I see is the foul man raising his hand to strike my
pregnant mate in broad daylight, and I want to rip him to pieces for that alone – nevermind all his other crimes.
“Selene had the same reaction when I told her.” Helene as sures me. “But in the end she agreed beggars can’t be choosers
when it comes to allies.”
“You’re telling me Selene knows about this?” | inquire, thrusting my hand towards Frederic indignantly.
“Yes, she does.” Helene confirms gently. “Trust your mate, Alpha.”

Pacing back and forth across the floor, I try to come to terms with this information, trying to find some logic in how Selene could
ever agree to work with my deranged cousin. “What was her state of mind?” I press.it
“She was fine.” Helene stated simply, a suggestion I can not believe given the circumstances, “frightened and stressed but
thinking clearly, I assure you.” Helene added, seeming to read my mind.
For weeks now I’ve been imagining Selene suffering at Blaise’s hands, and every time I picture her my morbid thoughts conjure
some new misfortune. Now I’m picturing her in chains, so desperate to get away from the horrible Alpha that she’d agree to risk
trusting the least honorable wolf on
the continent. It’s too much. Dragging my hand through my hair, I grit my teeth and zero in on the true issue. “I need to see her. I
need to talk to her.”
“You will.” Helene promises me steadily, “In time.”
“Where is she, what’s our plan?” | question, Axel rising close to the surface as I consider all the threats and hurdles we’re going
to have to overcome to finish this horrible chap ter of our lives.
“She’s in Blaise’s palace.” Helene sighs, clearly following my frantic train of thought. “The entire city has gone into lockdown
because of the prison break. She doesn’t know you’ re free, and I can’t get a message to her with everything under such tight
security.”
“So what?” | clarify, scanning the grim faces around me. “We’re just stuck?”
“I didn’t say that.” Helene answers, clearly exasperated. “I swear, you young people are so impatient.”
“I’m impatient because her life is on the line – our baby’s life is on the line!” | explode, my thunderous voice echoing throughout
the headquarters and making many a hardened rebel flinch.
For all the shockwaves my dominant energy sends throughout the shifters, it seems to have no effect on the wiz ened witch. “I’m
well aware, Alpha.” Helene responds coolly.
“Then why aren’t you more concerned?” I bite.
“I’ll remind you that I’m the one who has gotten you this far, pup. I’ve been risking my life going back and forth be
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tween you two, conspiring with the rebels, passing messages and plotting against a tyrant.” Helene reminds me, “do you believe
I would take such risks if I wasn’t painfully aware of the dangers we’re facing? If I didn’t care about Selene?”
“You’re also the one who brought my mate here, knowing what you would be up against.” I growl in accusation.
“Don’t do that.” Helene scolds, “Don’t patronize your mate that way. She was going to come after you with or without
me.”
The reality of what had happened while I was trapped by Arabella’s spell hits me full force. I doubt Selene snuck off into the night
without anyone knowing her plans, not when she had made arrangements to leave Lila with Drake and Sophie. That had to
mean that the others had helped her come after me, they’d all broken their vows to put her life above my own. “What was
everyone thinking?” | grouse, “you all were sup posed to protect her.’
“I don’t know if you realize this, but your mate is a deter mined woman.” Helene drawls, “her mate was in trouble. There’s not a
force on earth that could have stopped her from coming after you.”
“They were supposed to let me die!” I object, knowing how irrational it seems to be angry at people who helped rescue out of
nothing but love, yet unable to quell my indignant rage.
“You made that deal with your Betas, not Selene.” Helene reminds me. “That was your mistake.”
However this wasn’t entirely true. Selene had promised me she would never come here, I’d forced her to vow never to follow me,
no matter how dire the situation became. On one
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hand it’s completely hypocritical because I would never make such a promise myself, but then again my life is nowhere near as
precious as hers, or our children’s. But she broke her word, and now we’re in exactly the circumstances I feared most – l’ m safe
now, and she’s hanging on by a thread in the grasp of a madman. “I’m going to kill her,” | murmur forlornly, feeling almost as if I
might cry. “I’m going to wring her perfect, beau tiful little neck.”
“Well that’s... violent.” James observes with a frown.
“Come on old timer,” Matthew teases, clearly understand ing where I’m coming from as he glances at his own mate. “You never
wanted to strangle your mate, just a little?”

James thinks for a moment, then shakes his head with a small chuckle, “Of course I did. Who hasn’t?”
“And you people think I’m the mad man.” Frederic grum bles.
“The difference is that none of us would actually do it.” || snap, again picturing him towering over my vulnerable mate on that
street in the video.
“Alright, enough arguing.” Helene interrupts. “This isn’t helping Selene, or your cause.” She directs to the rebels. “We need to
talk about next steps. We need to get all your alpha male bullshit out of the way so we can work together to achieve our aims –
without killing each other.” She adds, clearly reading my mind about the best way to put our differ ences behind us.
“If Selene knew I was free, could she escape?” I ask, re turning to the matter at hand despite my macabre fantasies of ripping
Frederic limb from limb.
“Depending on where he has her, yes.” Helene shares. “She has her powers, but if she’s in some bunker surrounded by guards,
her magic might not be enough. And she can’t risk using it unless it’s certain she can escape. If Blaise finds out she got her
powers back he’ll take them away again – and they’re the only thing protecting her from his... attentions.”
My wolf growls at the implications of the witch’s words, and for the thousandth time my mind fills up with fear for what Selene is
suffering while we all stand here arguing. “So how do we get to her?” I question, “how do we get her a mes sage, or take out the
guards so she can get away?”
“That’s only half the question.” Helene instructs me, look ing around at the rebels. “If she escapes and Blaise still lives, she’ll just
be on the run again. We have an opportunity here – if we do this right we can kill two birds with one stone – free your mate and
the city together.”
“We’ve been working on a mass insurgency plan for some time now.” Mathew announces at my back, “but we’ve never had
anyone on the inside so close to Blaise, or an Alpha we’re certain can defeat him in combat.” I can feel his eyes on my back, and
while I never intended to aid a revolution, I have no problem with killing Blaise.
“What happens afterwards?” I ask him solemnly, “I’ll gladly get rid of Blaise, but I have my own pack to run.”
“If you can help us oust him, we can handle the rest.” Matthew assures me. “We have the perfect leader in mind.”
Following the rebels gaze, I see he’s watching Grayson – who in turn seems mildly oblivious. My former cellmate blinks when he
realizes where our attention has turned, “What, me?”

“Who better?” Matthew questions. “You have the strength, and you sacrificed everything in hopes of freeing this pack.”
“I’ve also been in a dungeon for ten years, I’m not strong enough to bring down challengers in this condition.” He ar gues.
“If worst comes to worst, I’ll take over in the meantime.” Matthew offers, “and when you’ve regained your strength, you can wipe
the floor with me to take your rightful place.”
Grayson’s expression shutters as he considers the other man’s words, but after a moment he nods in agreement, look ing
around at all of us with stolid determination, “So what’s the plan?